[ it's easy to get swept up in this. wash is focused, always is, but there are always those moments when he can let himself just revel in sensation. the sounds he makes, how he can still hear ragged words that almost sound like pleasepleasure of overwhelming someone, or knowing how much goddamn pride pietro has and what it takes to strip him down. pietro comes, his entire body locking up around him, his back arching, and the feel of all that heat clenching around him so fucking completely and tightly and all at once is more than enough to bring wash over the edge, too.
his hips snap upwards, burying himself deep as he comes, spilling hot inside him. he moans against pietro's mouth, breaking away from the kiss just to mouth over his cheek and jaw, riding it out with sharp rolls of his hips, his entire body shuddering. all the while he keeps working his hand over pietro's cock, that knife still dragging through pietro's skin, leaving another line just under his navel. eventually, wash is left just shuddering, those growls and moans easing to some softer, contented sound, just enjoying the last of the sensations still moving through him, the feel of pietro's body still quivering around him.
not quite what pietro had wanted now, what he'd begged for, but what he wanted before that -- and still giving him release. wash is going to keep those wrists bound for a while, for how effective this has been. wash steadies himself again before long, pulling the knife away. he teases the blade along pietro's thigh before turning it to keeps it in his grip, tucking the flat against his palm and wrist to hold it safely as he eases that hand and palm down to the back of pietro's thigh, squeezing, feeling the muscle, but hoisting him up slightly, hauling him close to take his weight off of the wall and against himself. wash lingers there for a moment more, leaning close to nip at that lower lip again, mouthing down over the curve of his throat -- and he shifts his other hand, wet and sticky with cum, to the back of pietro's leg.
a step back, pulling pietro away from the wall, fully into his arms, and he'll step further into the apartment. the wall's nice, but he'd like more space to work, moving down towards his bedroom, still mouthing bruising kisses against pietro's neck and shoulder and notably making apparently absolutely no movement to undo the belt from pietro's wrists. ]
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his hips snap upwards, burying himself deep as he comes, spilling hot inside him. he moans against pietro's mouth, breaking away from the kiss just to mouth over his cheek and jaw, riding it out with sharp rolls of his hips, his entire body shuddering. all the while he keeps working his hand over pietro's cock, that knife still dragging through pietro's skin, leaving another line just under his navel. eventually, wash is left just shuddering, those growls and moans easing to some softer, contented sound, just enjoying the last of the sensations still moving through him, the feel of pietro's body still quivering around him.
not quite what pietro had wanted now, what he'd begged for, but what he wanted before that -- and still giving him release. wash is going to keep those wrists bound for a while, for how effective this has been. wash steadies himself again before long, pulling the knife away. he teases the blade along pietro's thigh before turning it to keeps it in his grip, tucking the flat against his palm and wrist to hold it safely as he eases that hand and palm down to the back of pietro's thigh, squeezing, feeling the muscle, but hoisting him up slightly, hauling him close to take his weight off of the wall and against himself. wash lingers there for a moment more, leaning close to nip at that lower lip again, mouthing down over the curve of his throat -- and he shifts his other hand, wet and sticky with cum, to the back of pietro's leg.
a step back, pulling pietro away from the wall, fully into his arms, and he'll step further into the apartment. the wall's nice, but he'd like more space to work, moving down towards his bedroom, still mouthing bruising kisses against pietro's neck and shoulder and notably making apparently absolutely no movement to undo the belt from pietro's wrists. ]