[Pietro lets out a frustrated noise as Wash only gives him more intense sensations. His cock throbs and pulses even as the last waves or orgasm fade, and he mewls again as Wash's fingers pressing deeper and in a new area, seeing sparks behind his eyes. Every nerve is on fire, his skin feels flayed, and even when Wash pulls his fingers out, it doesn't relieve everything. His thigh muscles quiver under Wash's hand, pressure against bruises and cuts making Pietro whine again. It takes forever for Wash to get his mouth off his cock, and he squirms as the last lick at his aching cockhead seems to drag on so long. He whimpers when Wash brings that hand to his abdomen, just waiting for that cut doesn't come. He almost refuses to answer at all, but Wash squeezes his cock, and a loud whine works its way out of his throat before he spits the words out, petulant and contrary in tone, dismissive.]
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No. You were boring me, old man.