[ pietro can't actually make those sounds but wash can almost feel them, when he's pressed this close, when he can feel the way every sound and gasp for air bubbles up in his throat under his palm. his impatience is something wash finds almost -- charming, despite himself, that sense of demand, to get what he wants now. and like he has done before, sometimes he wants to draw that out, force him give into the need, to beg, but right now.
wash's grip shifts further against pietro's neck. an echo not of the first time he'd choked him, but of pietro's hand against his own throat. wash's hand is different, rougher, but he still slides his fingers into the right spaces around his throat, almost like slotting them perfectly into place against old bruises and marks. pietro might barely have the time to realize that's happening, though, because wash is starting to kiss him harder, all teeth and tongue, sucking on his bottom lip. He shifts quickly into kissing him with such a viciousness that that alone might've been enough to cause someone to struggle in discomfort, but that hand against his throat starts to grip tighter, too.
its steady, even, ramp-up of pressure, cutting off what's left of pietro's air even as he kisses him like he means to steal the oxygen from his lungs. pietro's hand over his forearm would be able to feel the muscles and tendons work, how he locks his arm sharply in place, how he makes those minute adjustments. wash is pressed so close now, his presence oppressive as always, surrounding pietro in this, in him, aiming to drown him in sensation, on himself -- and again he's starting to push for that edge. any time pietro starts to lose too much air, wash adjusts, gives him a little bit back, not quite keeping him on the same knife's edge but keeping him damned close.
he's relentless, growling and gasping against pietro's own mouth and tongue as he keeps fucking him, every thrust jolting his body against the wall and causing him to need to adjust that hand on his throat, against his hips. but he does it every time, with almost mechanical precision, a well-oiled machine tuned to a single purpose, that hand over his waist starting to slide to grip over his ass and leave more marks and bruises there even as he keeps using that touch to keep him just where he wants him. ]
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wash's grip shifts further against pietro's neck. an echo not of the first time he'd choked him, but of pietro's hand against his own throat. wash's hand is different, rougher, but he still slides his fingers into the right spaces around his throat, almost like slotting them perfectly into place against old bruises and marks. pietro might barely have the time to realize that's happening, though, because wash is starting to kiss him harder, all teeth and tongue, sucking on his bottom lip. He shifts quickly into kissing him with such a viciousness that that alone might've been enough to cause someone to struggle in discomfort, but that hand against his throat starts to grip tighter, too.
its steady, even, ramp-up of pressure, cutting off what's left of pietro's air even as he kisses him like he means to steal the oxygen from his lungs. pietro's hand over his forearm would be able to feel the muscles and tendons work, how he locks his arm sharply in place, how he makes those minute adjustments. wash is pressed so close now, his presence oppressive as always, surrounding pietro in this, in him, aiming to drown him in sensation, on himself -- and again he's starting to push for that edge. any time pietro starts to lose too much air, wash adjusts, gives him a little bit back, not quite keeping him on the same knife's edge but keeping him damned close.
he's relentless, growling and gasping against pietro's own mouth and tongue as he keeps fucking him, every thrust jolting his body against the wall and causing him to need to adjust that hand on his throat, against his hips. but he does it every time, with almost mechanical precision, a well-oiled machine tuned to a single purpose, that hand over his waist starting to slide to grip over his ass and leave more marks and bruises there even as he keeps using that touch to keep him just where he wants him. ]