[Pietro huffs out an irritated noise as he hears that rumbling purr, and he knows that he's done what Wash wanted. He feels that struggle inside again, where he wants to tear himself away from the subtle confirmation, and also bask in the knowledge he's pleased this man. Shit. He whines desperately, the drag of the knife at his thigh again, sparking more threads of pain that weave into the rest of it all and have him twitching. Wash's mouth is finally, finally back on his cock, tongue trailing over the leaking slit, and Pietro feels that rumbling penetrate deep inside him again. Fuck. He squirms and clenches around Wash's fingers, whimpering quietly as Wash gives him what he wants, tongue cradling his cock, his teeth over sensitive flesh, more than he expected, deeper, further. It doesn't take him long at all, which Pietro is also irritated by, his muscles tensing abruptly as he comes down Wash's throat.]
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