[ that uptick in his breathing doesn't go unmissed, met with a flick of wash's gaze, quiet and amused. getting in over his head appears to be how pietro handles things, speeding into absolutely everything and assuming that everything can be bulldozed through until he crashes into a wall that he didn't see coming. wash isn't about to go easy on him, either way.
he shuffles slightly closer on the bed, still fit between pietro's spread thighs, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to his knee -- and a moment later, letting his grip tighten over his cock. hard enough to hurt, twisting, fingers slick with spit and sliding across tender skin and over familiar faded bruises. his other hand is still pressed lightly against his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his rapid breaths, the knife still in his hand resting against his skin.
wash lets that hand shift, too, but -- only slightly. just enough to let the knife shift against his skin. just to watch how pietro responds to it, in anticipation, fear, or both, even as his other hand wrenches hard at his already oversensitive cock. ]
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he shuffles slightly closer on the bed, still fit between pietro's spread thighs, turning his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to his knee -- and a moment later, letting his grip tighten over his cock. hard enough to hurt, twisting, fingers slick with spit and sliding across tender skin and over familiar faded bruises. his other hand is still pressed lightly against his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his rapid breaths, the knife still in his hand resting against his skin.
wash lets that hand shift, too, but -- only slightly. just enough to let the knife shift against his skin. just to watch how pietro responds to it, in anticipation, fear, or both, even as his other hand wrenches hard at his already oversensitive cock. ]