[It only solidifies for him that he's begging when the knife sinks into his flesh, actually cuts him, with the pressure and flow he wants to it, if not a half step further that makes his breath hitch. Wash trails the blade up his abdomen, keeping it set against his cock, and Pietro feels the first harder sensation that lets him tip just over the plateau of stimulation he was on. Wash is kissing him even as he continues to let words fall from his lips, doesn't know what they are, but he tenses and whines every time he thinks it might have been another 'please'. Wash's possessive rumble, pleased, and still commanding, runs through Pietro's entire being and he both hates it, and doesn't. Pietro bites Wash's tongue once, sharply and quick, but doesn't keep his teeth there, assuming he won't get what he wants if he shows that much defiance, and with those thoughts comes another wave of self-loathing.
Wash's hand is finally on his cock, and it's not what Pietro wants, he wants his own hand there, and he yanks harder at the belt in frustration, but like his bite, just once. Wash's fingers are rough and the squeeze around his cock hard and painful, making Pietro yelp, a short cry of a noise that holds more pleasure in it than anything else. He makes every effort to fuck Wash's hand hard and fast, slightly out of time with Wash's cock pounding into his ass. It doesn't take long for Pietro to finally fall, sensations reaching the peak he'd been desperate for, and when Wash's growl grows more insistent and louder, Pietro comes, muscles snapping tight, clenching so hard around Wash's cock, pressing himself against both the wall and Wash's hand in some awkward stretch of movement, trying to keep all sensations.
And he doesn't for one moment realise this had been successful in making him forget what he wanted to, because it worked.]
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Wash's hand is finally on his cock, and it's not what Pietro wants, he wants his own hand there, and he yanks harder at the belt in frustration, but like his bite, just once. Wash's fingers are rough and the squeeze around his cock hard and painful, making Pietro yelp, a short cry of a noise that holds more pleasure in it than anything else. He makes every effort to fuck Wash's hand hard and fast, slightly out of time with Wash's cock pounding into his ass. It doesn't take long for Pietro to finally fall, sensations reaching the peak he'd been desperate for, and when Wash's growl grows more insistent and louder, Pietro comes, muscles snapping tight, clenching so hard around Wash's cock, pressing himself against both the wall and Wash's hand in some awkward stretch of movement, trying to keep all sensations.
And he doesn't for one moment realise this had been successful in making him forget what he wanted to, because it worked.]