[Pietro is still in the first aftershocks of release when Wash comes inside him, and he tightens his muscles again, clamping down hard as that come splatters his raw insides. It pulls him back enough to be aware of things again for a fraction of a second before Wash's hand tightens at his throat and he can't breathe at all. His fingers tremble at Wash's arm, but he doesn't squeeze, doesn't opt for that conscious release wile he still has the ability to think about it. Once the waves of orgasm have faded, Pietro struggles briefly in that involuntary instinctive way, fighting to breathe, opening his eyes again, sharply focused initially, but quickly glazing over. His fingers pulse with a throbbing heat and tingling, his chest tight and painful, like it might implode. Pietro can feel the edges of oblivion threading through him, and when he's almost on the verge of blacking out and his hand slips from his thigh, he can taste air. It doesn't last, and soon he's drowning again, in Wash's mouth, nearly swallowing his tongue and sputtering around it.]
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