at pietro's exclamation, wash pointedly sucks even harder, twisting his wrist to drive his fingers deeper for a moment, past that raw stretch of nerves to something else. but he does, after a moment, relent. slowly he works his fingers free, freeing his hand to grip tightly over his thigh, over bruised skin, fresh cuts from the knife, thin and precise and bright red. slowly he eases pietro's knees down, letting his hips settle back down -- not fully onto the bed, but in his own lap, and as he lowers him down he lets pietro's cock slip from his mouth. sucking and working his tongue along the length of him as he slides out, with one last moment to press his tongue against the oversensitive head. he looks down at him, pleased but still wanting, hungry, tracing every line in his body and how his chest and stomach rise and fall with his rapid breaths. the hand with the knife moves to settle against his abdomen, knife still in his grip as he thumbs at his navel. ]
Too much?
[ a murmur. amused, teasing, and even as he says it, his other hand is moving from pietro's thigh, fingers curving against pietro's cock and squeezing. just once, not even too forcefully, but more than enough given how sensitive he has to be. ]
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at pietro's exclamation, wash pointedly sucks even harder, twisting his wrist to drive his fingers deeper for a moment, past that raw stretch of nerves to something else. but he does, after a moment, relent. slowly he works his fingers free, freeing his hand to grip tightly over his thigh, over bruised skin, fresh cuts from the knife, thin and precise and bright red. slowly he eases pietro's knees down, letting his hips settle back down -- not fully onto the bed, but in his own lap, and as he lowers him down he lets pietro's cock slip from his mouth. sucking and working his tongue along the length of him as he slides out, with one last moment to press his tongue against the oversensitive head. he looks down at him, pleased but still wanting, hungry, tracing every line in his body and how his chest and stomach rise and fall with his rapid breaths. the hand with the knife moves to settle against his abdomen, knife still in his grip as he thumbs at his navel. ]
Too much?
[ a murmur. amused, teasing, and even as he says it, his other hand is moving from pietro's thigh, fingers curving against pietro's cock and squeezing. just once, not even too forcefully, but more than enough given how sensitive he has to be. ]