[ easily, candidly. wash is used to being the one relatively normal man among people who could snap him in half. somehow, he keeps up, sometimes more than that, adaptable, resourceful, resilient, clever and willing to pay costs and go distances that many would not. pietro grabs his wrist to press the blade more firmly against him, and wash resists it. not afraid of hurting him, but he's in control of this. pietro could kill him, certainly, hit him so quick that his bones would shatter on impact, but that quiet confidence he has is completely unaffected and unshaken by it. pietro is handing that over to him, however reluctantly, and however easily he might forget it when he's not being pushed against a wall.
its not a confirmation that he doesn't have tricks up his own sleeve, but wash prefers to be underestimated, as much as possible -- which is just half of the reason he's doing this. keeping pietro held close to his side, heated, possessive, but a dominant and submissive among many doing the same thing. there's always a little thrill to doing something like this in public, not on display but just carefully hidden, a use for a skillset that wash has and no longer has much opportunity to flex.
he twists the knife, just once, and the way he can manipulate the blade so precisely without even the full use of all of his fingers on that hand is a sign to his skill with it, and now he actually does break the skin, one sharp, bright red line just over pietro's hip, not deep enough to draw any blood past that single line. he turns to tuck his chin against him, murmuring into his ear, voice rumbling low in his chest. ]
I asked you a question.
[ it may have sounded like a threat ( entirely intentionally, wash is absolutely a man for whom danger and sex blend and blur together ), but it was also an actual question he expected an answer to. all this intentional, too: pietro doesn't seem like a man who'd particularly enjoy having to put things off in order to even start to have a conversation about lines and limits. so instead, they'll talk like this. walking in public, making him wait, wash's voice in his ear and a knife pressed to his skin. ]
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[ easily, candidly. wash is used to being the one relatively normal man among people who could snap him in half. somehow, he keeps up, sometimes more than that, adaptable, resourceful, resilient, clever and willing to pay costs and go distances that many would not. pietro grabs his wrist to press the blade more firmly against him, and wash resists it. not afraid of hurting him, but he's in control of this. pietro could kill him, certainly, hit him so quick that his bones would shatter on impact, but that quiet confidence he has is completely unaffected and unshaken by it. pietro is handing that over to him, however reluctantly, and however easily he might forget it when he's not being pushed against a wall.
its not a confirmation that he doesn't have tricks up his own sleeve, but wash prefers to be underestimated, as much as possible -- which is just half of the reason he's doing this. keeping pietro held close to his side, heated, possessive, but a dominant and submissive among many doing the same thing. there's always a little thrill to doing something like this in public, not on display but just carefully hidden, a use for a skillset that wash has and no longer has much opportunity to flex.
he twists the knife, just once, and the way he can manipulate the blade so precisely without even the full use of all of his fingers on that hand is a sign to his skill with it, and now he actually does break the skin, one sharp, bright red line just over pietro's hip, not deep enough to draw any blood past that single line. he turns to tuck his chin against him, murmuring into his ear, voice rumbling low in his chest. ]
I asked you a question.
[ it may have sounded like a threat ( entirely intentionally, wash is absolutely a man for whom danger and sex blend and blur together ), but it was also an actual question he expected an answer to. all this intentional, too: pietro doesn't seem like a man who'd particularly enjoy having to put things off in order to even start to have a conversation about lines and limits. so instead, they'll talk like this. walking in public, making him wait, wash's voice in his ear and a knife pressed to his skin. ]