[Pietro's whine as Wash yanks his head back against the wall is abrupt and loud even half-drowned out by Wash's cock. He sputters as Wash pulls back and leaves just the head of his cock in his mouth. Pietro swirls his tongue around it once, a quick little slurp, before it's out of his mouth along with an excessive amount of saliva. The corner of lips turn up slightly into a smirk as Wash whispers those words.]
I know.
[His voice is raw and his words mostly vowel sounds as he tries to form them when half of his mouth feels numb, but the tone holds confidence, an automatic response to anything Pietro can take ownership of, even if it's being good at this. His gloating doesn't last long, and Pietro scrambles to get his feet under him as Wash hauls him up from his knees and crowds him against the wall again, looming and oppressive. Wash's mouth is on his, and Pietro's contribution to the kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated for a moment before he drives to deepen it, biting at Wash's lip. He reaches up to twist his fingers in Wash's hair and pull him closer, taking command where he thinks he can grab it, even if he'd called Wash here to stop him from thinking and functioning.]
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I know.
[His voice is raw and his words mostly vowel sounds as he tries to form them when half of his mouth feels numb, but the tone holds confidence, an automatic response to anything Pietro can take ownership of, even if it's being good at this. His gloating doesn't last long, and Pietro scrambles to get his feet under him as Wash hauls him up from his knees and crowds him against the wall again, looming and oppressive. Wash's mouth is on his, and Pietro's contribution to the kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated for a moment before he drives to deepen it, biting at Wash's lip. He reaches up to twist his fingers in Wash's hair and pull him closer, taking command where he thinks he can grab it, even if he'd called Wash here to stop him from thinking and functioning.]