[ good. but not quite. now that he knows pietro can and will beg, he's going to push for it. more and more.
those pleading sounds give way to frustrated growls, which give way to whimpers and whines, which in turn give way to his demands, as heated as they are desperate. he demands for his mouth on his cock and wash answers with a twist of his wrist, a second finger alongside the first burying itself inside his ass, scissoring open to push at more of those sensitive walls and then gathering together to push pin-precise pressure on exatly where he once, on that sensitive bundle of nerves, frayed and raw. the knife keeps going, this time, a steady drag, drawing that brand new red line long and steady over his thigh as wash chases the cut with his mouth and tongue. kissing and licking at the cut, making it sting sharp with saliva.
wash shifts slightly on the bed, leaning further forward with pietro's hips still hiked in the air, almost but not quite folding him in half, those legs hiked up over wash's shoulders suddenly pressed down -- he lingers to suck one deliberate bruise against some sensitive stretch of muscle along his inner thigh. only then does he turn his attention back to pietro's cock, mouthing lightly over his balls, letting his tongue trail and tease up along the length of him even as pietro's hips strain for more. wash's voice low and heated and rumbling with that same possessive growl, that hunger, that want, the reverberations of it right against pietro's cock and balls. ]
Beg me.
[ he's gotten some begging from pietro already before now, sweet and surprisingly earnest on a shattered and broken voice -- but not when wash had explicitly asked it of him. not yet. he knows full well that hearing wash demand that of him will only make him more resistant, but wash is prepared to push that line. another twist of those fingers inside him, a press of the knife, wash pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the his cock and tonguing over his skin and mouthing his way up to the sensitive head only to immediately pull away.
it's very, very clear that wash will not hesitate to keep him on this edge for as long as it takes. ]
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those pleading sounds give way to frustrated growls, which give way to whimpers and whines, which in turn give way to his demands, as heated as they are desperate. he demands for his mouth on his cock and wash answers with a twist of his wrist, a second finger alongside the first burying itself inside his ass, scissoring open to push at more of those sensitive walls and then gathering together to push pin-precise pressure on exatly where he once, on that sensitive bundle of nerves, frayed and raw. the knife keeps going, this time, a steady drag, drawing that brand new red line long and steady over his thigh as wash chases the cut with his mouth and tongue. kissing and licking at the cut, making it sting sharp with saliva.
wash shifts slightly on the bed, leaning further forward with pietro's hips still hiked in the air, almost but not quite folding him in half, those legs hiked up over wash's shoulders suddenly pressed down -- he lingers to suck one deliberate bruise against some sensitive stretch of muscle along his inner thigh. only then does he turn his attention back to pietro's cock, mouthing lightly over his balls, letting his tongue trail and tease up along the length of him even as pietro's hips strain for more. wash's voice low and heated and rumbling with that same possessive growl, that hunger, that want, the reverberations of it right against pietro's cock and balls. ]
Beg me.
[ he's gotten some begging from pietro already before now, sweet and surprisingly earnest on a shattered and broken voice -- but not when wash had explicitly asked it of him. not yet. he knows full well that hearing wash demand that of him will only make him more resistant, but wash is prepared to push that line. another twist of those fingers inside him, a press of the knife, wash pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the his cock and tonguing over his skin and mouthing his way up to the sensitive head only to immediately pull away.
it's very, very clear that wash will not hesitate to keep him on this edge for as long as it takes. ]