[ wash likes him desperate, likes him impatient, likes him needy and wanting when that whine reaches that certain pitch, high but irritated like he's angry he isn't already getting what he wants. he answers him easily -- that hand that was gripping over their cocks immediately lifting up to grip over his throat, not hard enough to choke him just yet but hard enough to briefly stop his airflow, to get his breath to hitch and stop, fast enough that pietro is only just barely able to get that last word out of his mouth. he presses close, feeling pietro's cock trapped against the muscle of his own stomach, tonguing over his newly bitten lower lip. ]
Maybe.
[ what if he takes all night again, pietro? what if being in an alleyway instead of a room doesn't stop him, what if he keeps pressing and pushing and taking his time to peel you apart all over again? his gaze as hungry as always, snapping into that absolute focus, and again, it's just a little different. before, he'd been learning his prey, and while there's always more to learn and even more things to tune himself to. now, he knows, already has so much about his body perfectly memorized.
that hand over the back of his thigh grips tighter, leaving new fresh marks in his skin and forcibly angling his hips in just the right way so that when he thrusts forward he hits him just right. he fucks inside him all in one smooth movement, slick and wet and forcing himself inside even with how tight pietro is, immediately turning his head to groan deep and loud, breath ragged against his jawline. he sinks in deep, balls pressed flush to his ass, lingers there only for the barest moment before he's starting to move, building quickly into a rhythm. and not just any rhythm, of course, one that he knows pietro likes, one that he remembers him responding to, his hips snapping against him hard and fast, that hand still around his throat, starting to press in just a little more. ]
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Maybe.
[ what if he takes all night again, pietro? what if being in an alleyway instead of a room doesn't stop him, what if he keeps pressing and pushing and taking his time to peel you apart all over again? his gaze as hungry as always, snapping into that absolute focus, and again, it's just a little different. before, he'd been learning his prey, and while there's always more to learn and even more things to tune himself to. now, he knows, already has so much about his body perfectly memorized.
that hand over the back of his thigh grips tighter, leaving new fresh marks in his skin and forcibly angling his hips in just the right way so that when he thrusts forward he hits him just right. he fucks inside him all in one smooth movement, slick and wet and forcing himself inside even with how tight pietro is, immediately turning his head to groan deep and loud, breath ragged against his jawline. he sinks in deep, balls pressed flush to his ass, lingers there only for the barest moment before he's starting to move, building quickly into a rhythm. and not just any rhythm, of course, one that he knows pietro likes, one that he remembers him responding to, his hips snapping against him hard and fast, that hand still around his throat, starting to press in just a little more. ]