[It's torture, the continued build up, every bit of attention Wash gives him that's not where he wants it, keeping Pietro on edge. He can't get leverage to push down on Wash's fingers as much as he wants to, but clenches hard, and even that hard press inside him that sends shocks of sensation through his spine doesn't quite get him there. The pain from the knife is blending into everything else, his entire body on fire. Pietro fingers shake and curl and tendons in his arms are taught, vibrations starting to make their way down from his fingertips. Wash's tongue isn't enough, it's teasing, lathing over his cock and pulled away again.]
No.
[He hisses it out between clenched teeth, even though his body is all but doing the begging for him, twitching and writhing. He can hear that first "please" in his head even now, the one he'd let slip out on the roof, half aware it had even been real.]
no subject
No.
[He hisses it out between clenched teeth, even though his body is all but doing the begging for him, twitching and writhing. He can hear that first "please" in his head even now, the one he'd let slip out on the roof, half aware it had even been real.]