[ that pressure around pietro's cock immediately stops, wash relaxing his grip, pulling his hand away -- he braces it against pietro's knee, instead, relatively unscathed from bruises and cuts. his other hand lifts from his stomach, taking the knife with it, and deliberately moving entirely within pietro's sight, making sure he never quite loses sight of the knife, he sets it down on the bedside table -- closer to wash's own reach than to pietro's even if his hands were untied, just as a matter of instinct, but still clearly set aside.
he doesn't pull away completely, however. still pressed inside him, nestled between his thighs, and his hand returns to curve his fingers just under his jaw. he is quite aware that pietro takes his attempts at soothing and grounding him more as insult than anything else, but it doens't stop him from at least providing that touch for him to take and refuse as he wants, his thumb stroking lightly just under his lower lip.
and wash just waits, for a few moments. lets pietro catch himself, steady back down as much as he wants -- but he still hasn't quite pulled away completely, still hasn't moved to undo the rope around his wrists. ]
Safewords might help you. [ his voice is quiet, gentle, but -- pointed. firm. ] Its a way for you to say no -- without saying no.
[ his thumb brushes back, this time over his lower lip, a gentle pressure against where he's bruised and bitten. its a way to let pietro's instinct take over. to thrash and fight back and say no if he wants to -- and for tha tto all be part of it. one step to bring him further to truly, utterly falling apart. wash knows that pietro was on the verge of something, here, and maybe that kind of break is not what he wants, and that's fine. but if it is, if it was. there's no shame in pulling away from that, either. but even simple things like swallowing his pride enough to do things like this will make it easier for him, in the long run.
its out of kindness that wash chooses to say something else immediately, there -- pietro doesn't have to respond to that immediately if he doesn't want to. wash hopes he'll at least think about it. instead; ]
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he doesn't pull away completely, however. still pressed inside him, nestled between his thighs, and his hand returns to curve his fingers just under his jaw. he is quite aware that pietro takes his attempts at soothing and grounding him more as insult than anything else, but it doens't stop him from at least providing that touch for him to take and refuse as he wants, his thumb stroking lightly just under his lower lip.
and wash just waits, for a few moments. lets pietro catch himself, steady back down as much as he wants -- but he still hasn't quite pulled away completely, still hasn't moved to undo the rope around his wrists. ]
Safewords might help you. [ his voice is quiet, gentle, but -- pointed. firm. ] Its a way for you to say no -- without saying no.
[ his thumb brushes back, this time over his lower lip, a gentle pressure against where he's bruised and bitten. its a way to let pietro's instinct take over. to thrash and fight back and say no if he wants to -- and for tha tto all be part of it. one step to bring him further to truly, utterly falling apart. wash knows that pietro was on the verge of something, here, and maybe that kind of break is not what he wants, and that's fine. but if it is, if it was. there's no shame in pulling away from that, either. but even simple things like swallowing his pride enough to do things like this will make it easier for him, in the long run.
its out of kindness that wash chooses to say something else immediately, there -- pietro doesn't have to respond to that immediately if he doesn't want to. wash hopes he'll at least think about it. instead; ]
Do you want to stop?