[Pietro whines as Wash's tongue drives just that much deeper, uncertain how he even manages to do that every time. That annoys him too. He swallows down more desperate noises when Wash licks over his balls and his shaft, a slow drag that sparks too many drawn out sensations and has his cock twitching and his abdominal muscles fluttering. He sucks in a quick breath as Wash brings the knife to his cock, following that lick, and Pietro squirms despite expending all of his efforts not to, to stay somewhat still with a knife at his cock, but he can't. Those horribly embarrassing mewling noises spill from his mouth once Wash starts sucking on the head of his cock. Shit. Every movement and sound has an underlying tinge of frustration in it.]
Fuck you.
[It's his only response to that comment, because he can't hide that he does like it. It's obvious and hates himself for it, even as he imagines the scenario Wash then puts forth, moaning quietly over it. Fuck. After his testy first response, what follows is almost breathy and pleading.]
Is that promise?
[It ends in a yelp as Wash slaps his bruised ass.]
Shit! Fuck, you... fuck.
[He writhes and whines, nerves frayed with overstimulation.]
no subject
Fuck you.
[It's his only response to that comment, because he can't hide that he does like it. It's obvious and hates himself for it, even as he imagines the scenario Wash then puts forth, moaning quietly over it. Fuck. After his testy first response, what follows is almost breathy and pleading.]
Is that promise?
[It ends in a yelp as Wash slaps his bruised ass.]
Shit! Fuck, you... fuck.
[He writhes and whines, nerves frayed with overstimulation.]