[ wash just admires him, for a few moments. his gaze is always intense, always hungry, searching, devouring every little detail and every movement, everything about him, but most of the time it's honed to a single purpose, to identifying every single fraying thread he can find. sometimes, though, its just want. hunger. naked lust and a quiet appreciation of just how fucking good pietro looks breathless and fucked out and tied to his bed, his gaze trailing over the length of his body, over the fresh bruises and cuts. those restless squirms and shifts, the sounds he makes, distinctly frustrated but still little pleased whines despite everything else, cock hardening again. letting himself be tied down, letting himself be held here, even if he's still in denial of it.
wash shifts his weight on the bed, pressing in so he can let pietro grind crudely against his knee against his thigh. leaning close, bearing over him, both his hands free now even though pietro's kept down. one hand slides against his jaw, palm scraping against his scruff as he cradles his cheek in his hand, red and bruising from being backhanded before. ]
I think we do have all night.
[ on a bit of a purr, but not even teasing. he says it like its fact. simple, indisputable. pietro had sought him out looking for something, followed him all the way here to keep getting it, and just like before when it took pietro reaching utter exhaustion and literal unconsciousness, wash clearly doesn't feel a need to stop until something forces him to.
a sharp bite to his lip, that hand sliding up to twist through his hair, wrenching his head back against the metal bars of the headboard to bare his throat. he kisses down over his neck, blatantly possessive, letting his tongue follow that cut over his chest and body, tonguing over drying come over his skin. he moves further down over his body, settling between his thighs, mouthing over his cock and balls with that same bruising intensity, sucking, kissing, biting, and his tongue works through the crease of his ass until he can drag it over his still-quivering hole, and without hesitation, press inside. ]
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wash shifts his weight on the bed, pressing in so he can let pietro grind crudely against his knee against his thigh. leaning close, bearing over him, both his hands free now even though pietro's kept down. one hand slides against his jaw, palm scraping against his scruff as he cradles his cheek in his hand, red and bruising from being backhanded before. ]
I think we do have all night.
[ on a bit of a purr, but not even teasing. he says it like its fact. simple, indisputable. pietro had sought him out looking for something, followed him all the way here to keep getting it, and just like before when it took pietro reaching utter exhaustion and literal unconsciousness, wash clearly doesn't feel a need to stop until something forces him to.
a sharp bite to his lip, that hand sliding up to twist through his hair, wrenching his head back against the metal bars of the headboard to bare his throat. he kisses down over his neck, blatantly possessive, letting his tongue follow that cut over his chest and body, tonguing over drying come over his skin. he moves further down over his body, settling between his thighs, mouthing over his cock and balls with that same bruising intensity, sucking, kissing, biting, and his tongue works through the crease of his ass until he can drag it over his still-quivering hole, and without hesitation, press inside. ]