[ wash makes that slight purring, humming sound again as he eases closer, this time rolling his hips forward and angling himself so that his own cock presses against the inside of pietro's bruised thigh, criss-crossed with thin, sharp cuts. he's so fucking hard, by now, neglected this entire time, his slit all but weeping pre as he rubs himself against him. a few easy rolls of his hips where his cock nudges against pietro's own, his grip unrelenting, and then he eases himself down, swollen cockhead pressing against his fucked out hole, stretched out again from his fingers, still wet with saliva.
wash actually relaxes his grip over his cock for a moment, and that's all the warning he gets before wash is thrusting forward, a low groan sounding in his throat as he sinks inside him all at once. inch by inch of him dragging against raw, sensitive walls, immediately adjusting his own angle to make sure he's hitting just where he wants, and.
he doesn't move aside from that. thrusting inside him, impaling him on his cock, staying there to revel in that tight pressure all around him -- and just as he hilts himself all the way inside him, buried as deep as he can reach, he punctuates it with another sharp slap, this time to pietro's already abused and oversensitive cock. his grip returns just a few moments later, fingers sliding into familiar spaces like he belongs there, his other hand still flat against his stomach, letting the edge of the knife press into his skin, without cutting. ]
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wash actually relaxes his grip over his cock for a moment, and that's all the warning he gets before wash is thrusting forward, a low groan sounding in his throat as he sinks inside him all at once. inch by inch of him dragging against raw, sensitive walls, immediately adjusting his own angle to make sure he's hitting just where he wants, and.
he doesn't move aside from that. thrusting inside him, impaling him on his cock, staying there to revel in that tight pressure all around him -- and just as he hilts himself all the way inside him, buried as deep as he can reach, he punctuates it with another sharp slap, this time to pietro's already abused and oversensitive cock. his grip returns just a few moments later, fingers sliding into familiar spaces like he belongs there, his other hand still flat against his stomach, letting the edge of the knife press into his skin, without cutting. ]