[He whines as those fingers are pulled form his mouth, even though they had been a hindrance just a second ago. He licks his lips, swallows a couple of times while his throat is completely free, and starts to shift his legs around Wash's waist, in one position for far too long. Pietro sees the knife right away, and hadn't expected Wash to produce one, the unawareness of someone who doesn't have to worry about weapons, could handle himself without them. He watches Wash turn the knife in his hands, and it's familiar in a way, he can tell it's meant to be thrown, optimised for it. He handles knives like that at his gym, sees them all the time, but not like this. Eloise has never threatened him with them, and in the back of his mind, Pietro thinks maybe he should ask her to. Those thoughts slip away as Wash presses the blade against his throat. his abdominal muscles tighten hard again, and he squirms slightly while simultaneously trying not to move too much. And at that statement, Pietro rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, needing to make a show of things and press on fast before he can reconsider his choices.]

Yes, yes, you have said. "Come home with me", was it?

[He speaks quickly, words close to smashing into each other, but he still tries to downplay eager notes in them to irritated impatience. He brings one finger up to run over the knife as if he might push it away easily.]

We would be there already if you thought to take your cock out an hour ago.