[Yes. Pietro growls over that, a frustrated and insistent noise, but short-lived. He doesn't want to wait any longer here, but also does, conflicting desires increasing his level of irritability, even as Wash's fingers pressing hard around his cock makes arousal far more prominent. He doesn't complain in the end, letting out a broken breathy whine instead, as close to voicing his displeasure as he's going to get right now. The grinding starts again, and Pietro tries to drive it faster, harder, more desperately, leaking cock aching, whining into Wash's mouth, and squirming uncomfortably the moment Wash pulls back to issue that ultimatum, that he won't be given what he wants until he endures something else that clearly agitates him. And Pietro fucking considers it, abdominal muscles tightening with that thread of fierce self-loathing that presents itself at such thoughts.]
Fuck.
[He gets that out in a huffy tone before Wash's mouth is back on his, where Pietro tries to bite his tongue almost viciously in retaliation. He understands this is some kind of test or assessment, and it grates on him, knowing Wash is looking for other limitations, reactions he can push or prod at and manipulate, take Pietro apart with. He knows this, and should be stopping it, but he isn't. Because it's what he wants too, to know what he can take and to uncover why he reacts to things the way he does, to separate arousal and fear or blend them together, he isn't sure.
It converges into frustration and continual edging into desperation with every drag of the knife over his chest. The pulses of pain and excitement vary, ebb and flow, and it's off, not the steady unending way it had been. By the time Wash is on the end of his third mark, Pietro has figured it out, the association, how to make him go harder, just that tiny bit deeper where the pain is perfect and flows through his chest the way he wants it to, the way that makes his cock twitch and strain under Wash's hand. It's when he stops focusing on his wrists, on the restraint, which he can't do for long. His fingers twitch and curl, the muscles in his arms tighten and spasm, and the one part of his brain that can't let it go hones in on it even more. Pietro makes a loud agitated noise, and squirms insistently, with his entire body, his annoyance manifested physically as he pulls back from Wash's mouth. His attempt to get what he wants through alternative means is to beg. Sort of. Pietro's tone is bitchy and sarcastic, a mockery of it as he lets a mewling cant slip into that one word.]
no subject
Fuck.
[He gets that out in a huffy tone before Wash's mouth is back on his, where Pietro tries to bite his tongue almost viciously in retaliation. He understands this is some kind of test or assessment, and it grates on him, knowing Wash is looking for other limitations, reactions he can push or prod at and manipulate, take Pietro apart with. He knows this, and should be stopping it, but he isn't. Because it's what he wants too, to know what he can take and to uncover why he reacts to things the way he does, to separate arousal and fear or blend them together, he isn't sure.
It converges into frustration and continual edging into desperation with every drag of the knife over his chest. The pulses of pain and excitement vary, ebb and flow, and it's off, not the steady unending way it had been. By the time Wash is on the end of his third mark, Pietro has figured it out, the association, how to make him go harder, just that tiny bit deeper where the pain is perfect and flows through his chest the way he wants it to, the way that makes his cock twitch and strain under Wash's hand. It's when he stops focusing on his wrists, on the restraint, which he can't do for long. His fingers twitch and curl, the muscles in his arms tighten and spasm, and the one part of his brain that can't let it go hones in on it even more. Pietro makes a loud agitated noise, and squirms insistently, with his entire body, his annoyance manifested physically as he pulls back from Wash's mouth. His attempt to get what he wants through alternative means is to beg. Sort of. Pietro's tone is bitchy and sarcastic, a mockery of it as he lets a mewling cant slip into that one word.]
Please.