[Pietro makes a quiet yelp of a noise at that harder tug in his hair. It hurts to vocalise things, but he can't help himself, and continues to whine, now bent with irritation, when Wash's fingers leaves his throat. He sucks in a sharp ragged breath, feeling that hand running roughly over his cock. It twitches and Pietro squirms, tries to push into Wash's touch, but that only sparks more immediate arousal with Wash's cock rubbing against sensitive nerves, and he moans. Wash's fingers trail over his stomach, scraping through his come. That rumbling voice draws Pietro's attention back to solely Wash, his presence, and the sharpness of that quick bite has his entire body twitching once. He runs his tongue over Wash's, curling around it like he had his cock, before it's pulled away.
Wash's hand is back on his throat directly, and Pietro can feel the tackiness of his come-covered fingers over fresh bruises. Despite himself, Pietro sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and chews at the bleeding bite, contemplating things he should be rejecting outright. His thoughts swirl, already a mess before he'd even contacted Wash tonight, and one part of him that screams louder then the rest insists Pietro deserves this kind of treatment, not only wants to be broken, but deserves it. He meets Wash's gaze steadily, but it's not with fierce defiance. An edge of that, lingering, but what reflects most is his desperation and and a pathological curiosity that always has him pushing for more. How far would he go? What would Wash do if Pietro just said —]
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Wash's hand is back on his throat directly, and Pietro can feel the tackiness of his come-covered fingers over fresh bruises. Despite himself, Pietro sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and chews at the bleeding bite, contemplating things he should be rejecting outright. His thoughts swirl, already a mess before he'd even contacted Wash tonight, and one part of him that screams louder then the rest insists Pietro deserves this kind of treatment, not only wants to be broken, but deserves it. He meets Wash's gaze steadily, but it's not with fierce defiance. An edge of that, lingering, but what reflects most is his desperation and and a pathological curiosity that always has him pushing for more. How far would he go? What would Wash do if Pietro just said —]
Yes.