[ wash makes a quiet, amused sound, though he doesn't pull away just yet, hearing that eagerness under everything else. pietro lifts a hand to push at the knife with a single finger, and instead wash neatly tips it out of the way, almost rolling it against his skin to keep it pressed to the side of his neck, except this time he does let it bite. just barely, the thinnest of bright red lines. ]
Couldn't help myself.
[ it does feel good, and god part of him does just want to fuck him again right here in the middle of the alleyway while dragging a pretty red line down over his chest -- but he is patient, can wait for it, and if anything, he knows the wait will be far worse for pietro than for him. and so he does, finally, shift his hips enough to let his cock ease from him. the knife twirls slightly between his fingers as he pulls it away from pietro's neck, his other hand moving to his legs to ease them off of his waist. ]
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Couldn't help myself.
[ it does feel good, and god part of him does just want to fuck him again right here in the middle of the alleyway while dragging a pretty red line down over his chest -- but he is patient, can wait for it, and if anything, he knows the wait will be far worse for pietro than for him. and so he does, finally, shift his hips enough to let his cock ease from him. the knife twirls slightly between his fingers as he pulls it away from pietro's neck, his other hand moving to his legs to ease them off of his waist. ]