[Pietro grumbles and shifts uncomfortably, but eventually settles on the bed in all of two seconds. He blows an audible breath from his nose as Wash takes up space between his thighs, and he doesn't feel any less of that oppression than he had in Wash's arms. His eyes are on the knife again, only momentarily, aware again now of every stinging slice from it over his torso. Wash distracts him from that with his other hand, and Pietro groans quietly as he watches Wash's tongue drag so slowly over his fingers, tasting Pietro's come.
That hand is on this thigh, and he moves then, rolling his eyes as he gets his hands in front of him. He has no intention of asking for Wash's assistance, only begins to gnaw at the leather of the belt with his teeth. He could get out of it in fractions of a second this way, but he wants to see what Wash will do, and he's deliberately slow about it instead.]
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That hand is on this thigh, and he moves then, rolling his eyes as he gets his hands in front of him. He has no intention of asking for Wash's assistance, only begins to gnaw at the leather of the belt with his teeth. He could get out of it in fractions of a second this way, but he wants to see what Wash will do, and he's deliberately slow about it instead.]