[ absolutely feral, and somewhere in the back of wash's mind he's rolling his eyes at himself, distantly noting how fucking typical it is of him to be as drawn to pietro as he is. he doesn't seem too phased by it, though, if anything faintly amused, immediately reaching out to grab his wrists bound close to each other by the the belt, fingers wrapped against the buckle. he pulls his wrists away from his mouth, hard and sudden enough to jerk him forward.
his other hand's still holding the knife, and casually, without any real lead up to it, just lets the blade start digging into his upper thigh. enough to cut, not quite as deep as he's learned that pietro wants, watching him even as he holds those wrists in his hand. ]
I know you could get out.
[ he could get through those restraints and be out of the apartment before wash could even process it, really. but here he is. staying because he wants to stay, letting himself be bound because he wants what's there, and as much of a thrill as there is behind physical dominance, there's something to this, too. having control because it's given. however reluctantly. ]
I could tie you up even tighter.
[ just a suggestion, put out there even as that knife continues to cut down towards his knee, over his thigh. again, almost inhumanly geometric, a perfect, straight line. ]
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his other hand's still holding the knife, and casually, without any real lead up to it, just lets the blade start digging into his upper thigh. enough to cut, not quite as deep as he's learned that pietro wants, watching him even as he holds those wrists in his hand. ]
I know you could get out.
[ he could get through those restraints and be out of the apartment before wash could even process it, really. but here he is. staying because he wants to stay, letting himself be bound because he wants what's there, and as much of a thrill as there is behind physical dominance, there's something to this, too. having control because it's given. however reluctantly. ]
I could tie you up even tighter.
[ just a suggestion, put out there even as that knife continues to cut down towards his knee, over his thigh. again, almost inhumanly geometric, a perfect, straight line. ]