[ wash doesn't need pietro to ask -- he just needs him to notice, and not protest. offering pietro choices, the chance to say no. but he doesn't express any apprehension, just some a curious kind of sound between everything else, and that tells him enough. he gathers the belt in his hand, leather folded on top of each other, and somewhere in the process there's something else glinting in that grip. his throwing knife, freshly retrieved from wherever he has it hidden so he can step out of his jeans, strip down completely. for everything they've already done together, wash has been so focused on pietro that he's never actually been completely stripped down with him before.
he presses back in immediately, wanting to close that distance again as soon as possible, and this time he doesn't just fit his leg between his thighs in that now-familiar way even as he leans back in to kiss him again, just as hungry, controlling, wanting. even holding the knife and the belt, wash grabs pietro by the wrist, leather and cool metal for a moment flush against his skin as he pulls pietro's hand away from his cock -- just so he can fit their hips together, until he can grind forward and let the hard length of his cock press against pietro's own, throbbing, wanting, slit weeping precum.
he guides pietro's hand back, letting his fingers curve around them both. grip still against his wrist, breaking away from that kiss again after tonguing into his mouth just to get the taste of him again, turning his head to mouth up along his jawline. ]
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he presses back in immediately, wanting to close that distance again as soon as possible, and this time he doesn't just fit his leg between his thighs in that now-familiar way even as he leans back in to kiss him again, just as hungry, controlling, wanting. even holding the knife and the belt, wash grabs pietro by the wrist, leather and cool metal for a moment flush against his skin as he pulls pietro's hand away from his cock -- just so he can fit their hips together, until he can grind forward and let the hard length of his cock press against pietro's own, throbbing, wanting, slit weeping precum.
he guides pietro's hand back, letting his fingers curve around them both. grip still against his wrist, breaking away from that kiss again after tonguing into his mouth just to get the taste of him again, turning his head to mouth up along his jawline. ]