[As Wash stares down at him like that, hungry and predatory sill, but with something else in it, seeing him, Pietro writhes slightly, trying to keep himself still at the same time so Wash doesn't know how much it unsettles him. He pulls at the ropes in jerky erratic movements, reflexive more than testing any longer. It seems like forever that he feels Wash's hot gaze on him, flaying him open. Pietro's stomach twists with both loathing and desire as his cock hardens more, twitches, and he takes every opportunity given to him to grind shamelessly against Wash's thigh. He stops momentarily, a hitch in his movements when Wash settles his hand at his cheek. It's a gesture Pietro interprets as gentle and affectionate and he bristles at it. Wash's fingers brush over that bruise and Pietro swallows thickly. He'd rather be hit again than this, and he squirms and looks away. Wash's words are a threat now, where Pietro knows he isn't going to get exactly what he wants. Wash will push him into discomfort in any way he can find, grasping threads and fraying seams, and for a moment, Pietro wants to run. To turn back. He only whines lowly and tugs at the restraints again.
Wash bites his lip, and that sharp press of teeth against the bruised and torn spot sparks hot pain that makes Pietro moan, that gets him back and focused, those feelings of discontent vanishing as Wash tangles his fingers in his hair harshly, yanking his head back. Pietro's cock twitches again. He squirms and writhes under every kiss, whining when Wash pays any attention to bruises and cuts and abrasions, re-marking him with his tongue. Shit. Pietro makes a frustrated growling noise once Wash moves too far back and he can't grind his cock against him anymore. But it's quickly replaced by a shuddering intake of breath and a quiet whimpering as Wash gets his mouth on his cock, kissing, biting, sharp nips, sucks at his skin, along his cock, his balls, his ass, and Pietro whines impatiently the moment that tongue first drags over his hole, remembering that feeling of it undulating and curling inside him, how he came from just Wash's tongue, and he shivers. That tongue delves inside him, and spurs more squirming and desperate noises.]
Fuck. Fuck.
[The need and frustration leaks out in a low whine as Pietro moves more insistently, pulling at his wrists until the bed creaks, shifting and kicking a bit, pressing a heel hard into the mattress.]
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Wash bites his lip, and that sharp press of teeth against the bruised and torn spot sparks hot pain that makes Pietro moan, that gets him back and focused, those feelings of discontent vanishing as Wash tangles his fingers in his hair harshly, yanking his head back. Pietro's cock twitches again. He squirms and writhes under every kiss, whining when Wash pays any attention to bruises and cuts and abrasions, re-marking him with his tongue. Shit. Pietro makes a frustrated growling noise once Wash moves too far back and he can't grind his cock against him anymore. But it's quickly replaced by a shuddering intake of breath and a quiet whimpering as Wash gets his mouth on his cock, kissing, biting, sharp nips, sucks at his skin, along his cock, his balls, his ass, and Pietro whines impatiently the moment that tongue first drags over his hole, remembering that feeling of it undulating and curling inside him, how he came from just Wash's tongue, and he shivers. That tongue delves inside him, and spurs more squirming and desperate noises.]
Fuck. Fuck.
[The need and frustration leaks out in a low whine as Pietro moves more insistently, pulling at his wrists until the bed creaks, shifting and kicking a bit, pressing a heel hard into the mattress.]