[ pietro's caught off guard by that, clearly, angry, but something in his expression shifts a few seconds after, just before he's grabbing at his jaw. not all that easy to read, but certainly something other than raw anger, something that makes it hard for pietro to hold his gaze. those little things wash can't help but take immense satisfaction in, knowing how much he tears them unwillingly from pietro's grasp, wanting to give but not knowing how. the way keeps shaking, vibrating even as he tries to focus, that giving little whine and how he hikes his leg around wash's waist. he shudders a little just from how tightly pietro is clenching around him, all that tight muscle and heat squeezing all around his cock.
there's something wash genuinely enjoys about seeing him -- even now, so breathless and trembling, trapped completely against the wall -- manage a smirk. arrogant as always, utterly insufferable, trying to hold on to his scrap of control without thinking too much about how desperate it is, without thinking about how even as he clings to it he's so many times asked wash to take it away. there's an appeal to his pride, an obnoxious kind of charm, and wash can see how his cheek is already lingering red from how he'd slapped him before and thinks of how much he'd still really, really love to wipe that smirk from his face.
wash makes some soft sound, another rumbling pleased purr, leaning close to press his forehead to pietro's and briefly suck on that bruised and bitten lower lip. the knife eases between them, and he lets the flat of the blade slide against his cock, never letting any of that edge catch him there but letting him feel that cool shock of metal right against sensitive flesh, until the tip is resting right against his abdomen, near his navel. ]
Only because I think you're pretty.
[ teasing, almost playful, not really mocking, even if pietro might hear it that way. but then wash is starting to move. he finds his rhythm quickly, one hard sharp thrust against him another, the muscles of his arm locked tight as he keeps that knife to his throat. its difficult to control it quite so precisely when he fucks inside pietro deep, when that heat is all around him and when he jolts his body in his arms and against the wall, but wash manages well enough, that pressure easing on and off with every movement -- but never enough to cut, never enough to reach any deeper. ]
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there's something wash genuinely enjoys about seeing him -- even now, so breathless and trembling, trapped completely against the wall -- manage a smirk. arrogant as always, utterly insufferable, trying to hold on to his scrap of control without thinking too much about how desperate it is, without thinking about how even as he clings to it he's so many times asked wash to take it away. there's an appeal to his pride, an obnoxious kind of charm, and wash can see how his cheek is already lingering red from how he'd slapped him before and thinks of how much he'd still really, really love to wipe that smirk from his face.
wash makes some soft sound, another rumbling pleased purr, leaning close to press his forehead to pietro's and briefly suck on that bruised and bitten lower lip. the knife eases between them, and he lets the flat of the blade slide against his cock, never letting any of that edge catch him there but letting him feel that cool shock of metal right against sensitive flesh, until the tip is resting right against his abdomen, near his navel. ]
Only because I think you're pretty.
[ teasing, almost playful, not really mocking, even if pietro might hear it that way. but then wash is starting to move. he finds his rhythm quickly, one hard sharp thrust against him another, the muscles of his arm locked tight as he keeps that knife to his throat. its difficult to control it quite so precisely when he fucks inside pietro deep, when that heat is all around him and when he jolts his body in his arms and against the wall, but wash manages well enough, that pressure easing on and off with every movement -- but never enough to cut, never enough to reach any deeper. ]