[ pietro is always so sensitive, so responsive, and wash has come to thoroughly appreciate that about him in their encounters so far -- he's always been good at honing in on things, at picking up the slightest trembles and sounds and twitches, and with pietro he's already so tuned in. he knows those little sounds, by now the frustration at the brief moment when wash removes an easy point of friction for him and how quickly it curves into whimpers and whines as he starts to mouth down over him, over his cock, and as he gets down to his ass, he can feel it, those shakes, those shivers. he'd left an impression on pietro in many ways, he knows, but he definitely left one on him like this, and its something wash is more than happy to use
he tongues deeply into his ass, taste of him heavy on his tongue, tasting himself, too, wet and messy from moments before. wash shifts onto the bed until he's just settled neatly between pietro's thighs, one leg hiked over his shoulder, the other spread more out to the side as pietro digs his heel into the mattress in some desperate attempt to find something to anchor himself to. wash reaches out, knife tucked against his palm, the metal cool against pietro's heated flesh as he grips hard over his thigh, pushes his leg down to keep his legs spread.
his hand lifts, and he doesn't even need to look, his half-lidded eyes only glancing lazily to the side as the knife spins again between his fingers, gleaming metal catching in the light before the tip of the knife is pressed against his inner thigh. he presses in, just one cut, short and sharp, and he starts to work his tongue deeper, further. his lips seal against him, growling pleased and possessive as he laps inside him hungrily. deep as he can, deliberately pushing his tongue against those velvety muscled walls that he knows are raw and sensitive from his cock, knife lifting only to press it in somewhere else along those sensitive muscles of his inner thigh, finding somewhere else to drag in another sharp cut. ]
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he tongues deeply into his ass, taste of him heavy on his tongue, tasting himself, too, wet and messy from moments before. wash shifts onto the bed until he's just settled neatly between pietro's thighs, one leg hiked over his shoulder, the other spread more out to the side as pietro digs his heel into the mattress in some desperate attempt to find something to anchor himself to. wash reaches out, knife tucked against his palm, the metal cool against pietro's heated flesh as he grips hard over his thigh, pushes his leg down to keep his legs spread.
his hand lifts, and he doesn't even need to look, his half-lidded eyes only glancing lazily to the side as the knife spins again between his fingers, gleaming metal catching in the light before the tip of the knife is pressed against his inner thigh. he presses in, just one cut, short and sharp, and he starts to work his tongue deeper, further. his lips seal against him, growling pleased and possessive as he laps inside him hungrily. deep as he can, deliberately pushing his tongue against those velvety muscled walls that he knows are raw and sensitive from his cock, knife lifting only to press it in somewhere else along those sensitive muscles of his inner thigh, finding somewhere else to drag in another sharp cut. ]