[ for as nice as that vibration feels, its nicer when he feels it stutter and fade, knowing that that's the result of pietro unable to concentrate enough to keep up the fine control it requires, losing himself to the feel of everything else. wash continues to feel pietro's throat struggle around his cock, feeling him choke and gag reflexively, and even if it's hard for wash to see from where he is he catches the moment when that defiant glare in his eyes glazes over and slips out of focus and his eyes start to roll back.
fuck, that feels good, looks good, pietro on his knees fighting for air around his cock and clearly wanting it, and wash decides enough is enough. his grip tightens through his hair as he wrenches his head back against the alley wall, and he actually moves forward with it, pressing his cock down his throat, balls flush to his chin. then with a slow roll of his hips he draws back, pulling himself mostly free, letting the swollen head of his cock rest on his tongue. ]
Fuck. [ a little hiss through his teeth, watching pietro's lips still stretched around him, his mouth dribbling saliva around him. Slowly, he frees his cockhead too, thrilling at the lewdness of the sight of it as he lets his cock rest against his lips, smearing precome from his slit. ] You're so good.
[ breathless, whispered praise, a little uncharacteristic from everything they've done so far, but genuine -- he feels good, looks good, and wash lets his cock slide against his cheek before his hands move. he hauls him back to his feet bodily, lifting his entire weight with surprising ease, pushing him right back against the wall and pressing close to kiss him again, harsh and bruising. ]
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fuck, that feels good, looks good, pietro on his knees fighting for air around his cock and clearly wanting it, and wash decides enough is enough. his grip tightens through his hair as he wrenches his head back against the alley wall, and he actually moves forward with it, pressing his cock down his throat, balls flush to his chin. then with a slow roll of his hips he draws back, pulling himself mostly free, letting the swollen head of his cock rest on his tongue. ]
Fuck. [ a little hiss through his teeth, watching pietro's lips still stretched around him, his mouth dribbling saliva around him. Slowly, he frees his cockhead too, thrilling at the lewdness of the sight of it as he lets his cock rest against his lips, smearing precome from his slit. ] You're so good.
[ breathless, whispered praise, a little uncharacteristic from everything they've done so far, but genuine -- he feels good, looks good, and wash lets his cock slide against his cheek before his hands move. he hauls him back to his feet bodily, lifting his entire weight with surprising ease, pushing him right back against the wall and pressing close to kiss him again, harsh and bruising. ]