[Pietro struggles immediately for more air the moment Wash's mouth is off of his, but that hold on his throat doesn't allow much and his breathing is still strangled and choked, the only sounds wheezing and gasping and attempts at whines or whimpers. As Wash moves his hand from his ass, Pietro no longer has that support, and he tightens his leg at Wash's hip. He writhes a bit after Wash grabs his wrist away from his cock, and manages to force some frustrated sound out of his throat at that in protest. Wash pushes him harder against the wall, and Pietro uses that leverage to bring his other leg up and shamelessly hook it around Wash's waist, all that movement making his abdomen twitch and flutter as it shifts Wash's cock inside him. His own now rubs between them, Pietro almost desperate to shove his hand back there, but he doesn't pull his wrist away from where it's pinned against the wall, only those experimental tests of Wash's grip. His entire body feels too hot under Wash's gaze, tingling and burning with the knowledge of being seen in that way, understood. Pietro lets his eyes slide shut, only focusing on physical sensations, which his body his very responsive to, muscles twitching and tightening, quick spasms when something strikes just right on fraying nerves, his fingers at Wash's arm trembling.]
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