[Something about that pleased rumbling makes Pietro want to fight against it, like giving Wash what he wants is counter to what Pietro wants, even though it isn't. His abdomen tightens hard as he struggles with those mixed feelings. They slip from his mind almost as soon as he focuses on them, as Wash thrusts more intensely, somehow getting deeper inside him and hitting an angle and amount of pressure that makes Pietro reflexively squeeze around him tightly as the increased force in the grip around his throat strangles his loud whines before they fully form. Wash pulls at him again, driving his body down harder onto his cock, and he can feel himself letting go of more control as his muscles quiver and strain with nowhere to release his desperate energy built up through overstimulation. Pietro can feel his lungs burning, like he's drowning in nothing, and with every exhale hot at his lips, he gasps harder for more oxygen. Wash's growls fade to a quiet background noise as Pietro drifts further and loses his hold on the last threads of coherent thought and perception, and with that release comes his physical one, balls and abdomen tightening, muscles stiffening abruptly as he reaches orgasm.]
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