[Some degree of relief is immediate when Wash takes his hand off his cock, though it takes a moment for Pietro's squirming to slow and leave him to occasional twitches, though his right hand shakes uncontrollably. He notes where the knife gets placed, rolling his eyes. If he'd wanted to hurt or kill Wash, he'd have done so long ago. That, and placing something further away from him doesn't mean he's not still going to get to it first if he wasn't bound. His thoughts on the knife are interrupted when Wash grips his jaw, his thumb running irritably under Pietro's lip, and he contemplates moving quickly to bite down on it. He doesn't need that gentleness, only that Wash listens to him and does what he says, which he's not. He says that instead, and Pietro begins to squirm again, agitated little movements.]
Why can I not just say no? Because you do not listen?
[He has every reason to believe any ridiculous safe word will be ignored completely, or questioned. There's no point to it. Wash's thumb grazes his lip, and he scoffs at the question that follows, and instead of answering it, he does bite Wash's thumb then, hard, quick, clamping his teeth down on it and growling.]
no subject
Why can I not just say no? Because you do not listen?
[He has every reason to believe any ridiculous safe word will be ignored completely, or questioned. There's no point to it. Wash's thumb grazes his lip, and he scoffs at the question that follows, and instead of answering it, he does bite Wash's thumb then, hard, quick, clamping his teeth down on it and growling.]