[He makes a desperate pleading noise, but doesn't give it words, fidgeting and undecided if he wants to push himself further into Wash's mouth of down against the blade at his balls. His stomach tightens in an unsettling way as Wash asserts all of his statements are promises. It's another confirmation Pietro could have whatever he's offered, if it just says so. Pietro growls irritably, only to cut himself off with a high pitched whimper when Wash shoves his finger inside him, pressing against the raw spots like he knows exactly where to touch. He pulls at the ropes harder at the agonisingly slow graze of Wash's teeth over his cock, that question lingers hot in his ears, and he feels the sharp slide of the knife again over his thigh.]
Yes!
[It's a loud bark of a noise, Wash's tongue at the head of his cock sending too much arousal through him at once. Then it's gone, and Pietro lets out a frustrated whine, before he snaps and makes terse demands, heated and forceful.]
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Yes!
[It's a loud bark of a noise, Wash's tongue at the head of his cock sending too much arousal through him at once. Then it's gone, and Pietro lets out a frustrated whine, before he snaps and makes terse demands, heated and forceful.]
Keep your fucking mouth on my cock!