[ that pleading note is still present in pietro's voice, underneath the words -- wash knows the sound of it by now, and before pietro's even entirely finished that question wash is answering by tonguing deeper into his ass, one long pointed lap of his tongue. the answer, of course, is that he does get off on it -- but the same way he gets off on most things, on overpowering someone, overwhelming them, driving them to an edge. he lifts his head again, this time taking a moment to meet pietro's gaze, watching him hungrily through half-lidded eyes as he mouths up over his balls, dragging his tongue up along the underside of his cock all the way along his shaft to the had in one long, deliberate lick.

he chases that with the knife. pulled away from his thigh now crossed with sharp marks and cuts, the uncomfortably cool flat of the blade suddenly pressed against the base of his cock. sliding up, wet with saliva and pre, wash just watching how he responds to it as he takes a moment to suck his swollen cockhead into his mouth, working his tongue against the slit. ]

-- Seems like it gets you going too, Pietro. [ a low growl, murmured half against his skin as he tips his head back just enough to let his cock spring free from his mouth with a wet pop, the knife still pressed against him. ] Maybe next time I'll tie you up with your hands around your cock. Let you fuck your own grip while I eat you out. Make you come over and over until you're so sensitive you'll be begging me to take your hands off of you.

[ his other hand squeezes tight over one cheek of his ass, hard enough to press bruises and marks into his skin -- and then immediately following it with one hard, sharp smack, the sound ringing through the air even as he forces pietro's hips up to push himself a little more against his mouth and tongue, against the knife. never cutting him anywhere quite so sensitive, but clearly and intentionally coming very, very close. ]