[He keeps the knife in his focus once he catches sight of it, even when Wash is back to shoving his thigh between Pietro's and crowding him back to kiss him again. Pietro returns it immediately, impatient after having to wait less than a minute for Wash to get his pants off, taking too much time with his belt. He makes a muffled frustrated noise into Wash's mouth as he grabs his wrist, but doesn't pull it out of that grip, only grinds the moment Wash's cock is presses against his own. Pietro moves his fingers to wrap around both of their cocks, and he squeezes hard as Wash breaks the kiss and goes for his jaw again. It's already getting to him, the question he didn't ask, wondering what Wash is going to do, had planned, and Pietro huffs out an irritated breath over it, his tone whiny and somewhat desperate.]
Whatever you are doing with that, fucking do it. You are so slow.
[He punctuates that with a faster grinding, and starts to move his hand quickly over their cocks, stroking at a pace where the friction might start to burn. He moves his hand from the wall to grip tightly in Wash's hair and twist.]
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Whatever you are doing with that, fucking do it. You are so slow.
[He punctuates that with a faster grinding, and starts to move his hand quickly over their cocks, stroking at a pace where the friction might start to burn. He moves his hand from the wall to grip tightly in Wash's hair and twist.]