[ the closer pietro gets, the more wash can feel it, too, the closer he get even as his singular drive turns to doing everything he can to push him to that brink, leaving him teetering before pushing him over. his cock throbs hotly inside him on every thrust, feeling those muscled walls clench and quiver, feeling how hard pietro is too as he's forced against his abdomen, body jolted up each time. when pietro finally comes, spilling hotly between their bodies, wash moans, his hips bucking up reflexively and burying themselves deep, and he comes almost immediately after, almost at the same time. he fills him just as he feels pietro's body lock up and tighten around him, muscles cinching around his cock, and a full shudder runs through his spine.
at the same time, wash's hand only tightens, cutting off pietro's air completely in the moment where he comes. when wash himself is riding it out, waves of sensation rocking through his body, his arm stays tight, locked and firm. his focus doesn't falter, if anything only sharpens in those moments, and his hand over his throat works to keep him there as much as he can. even as the sensation starts to fade into a pleasant weight tugging at his limbs, wash sinks into a different kind of high, just watching and feeling.
eventually, though, wash starts to ease up. the tension ebbing, easing, even as he keeps pietro pressed against the wall. he lifts his head to kiss him again, tonguing deeply and hungrily into his mouth -- in the same way he forces pietro to choke on him and his tongue when he takes his air away, forcing pietro to gasp for air through him. ]
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at the same time, wash's hand only tightens, cutting off pietro's air completely in the moment where he comes. when wash himself is riding it out, waves of sensation rocking through his body, his arm stays tight, locked and firm. his focus doesn't falter, if anything only sharpens in those moments, and his hand over his throat works to keep him there as much as he can. even as the sensation starts to fade into a pleasant weight tugging at his limbs, wash sinks into a different kind of high, just watching and feeling.
eventually, though, wash starts to ease up. the tension ebbing, easing, even as he keeps pietro pressed against the wall. he lifts his head to kiss him again, tonguing deeply and hungrily into his mouth -- in the same way he forces pietro to choke on him and his tongue when he takes his air away, forcing pietro to gasp for air through him. ]