[ wash watches him, analytical as always, his eyes moving up from his fingers twisting and working and fidgeting with the rope and up to pietro's face. there's a discomfort and uncertainty there, and wash isn't quite sure if pietro understood everything that he's trying to communicate to him about this, but he is thinking about it. maybe not in depth, but he is hearing him, listening, thinking about it, enough to admit that they may have brushed up against something else he's not ready for, and that's still good.
he makes some quiet sound, reaching out to cover pietro's shaking hand with his own, though his grip quickly slips down to his wrist. he doesn't stop him from fidgeting with the rope, pietro's other hand is still free to do so. its meant to be steadying, grounding, but he's already come to expect that pietro doesn't seem to appreciate those gestures in themselves -- so he couches it in something else, leaning in, drawing pietro's hand up to his mouth so he can bite at the pad of his index finger, watching him through lidded eyes as he tongues against it. ]
Alright.
Then we can keep doing this. Messy as it might be. [ a quiet rumbling purr against his fingers, his tongue lazily wrapping around his index finger for a moment before pulling his head back. ] I gather you might like it better that way.
[ and like wash said before, he's dealt with worse. stubborn, uncommunicative little shitheads. pietro may not know what he wants but he understands he wants something, willing to even ask a question about what a safe word might do, to listen, to give an honest answer. there's more than enough here for wash to work with, to see just how far they can get. ]
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he makes some quiet sound, reaching out to cover pietro's shaking hand with his own, though his grip quickly slips down to his wrist. he doesn't stop him from fidgeting with the rope, pietro's other hand is still free to do so. its meant to be steadying, grounding, but he's already come to expect that pietro doesn't seem to appreciate those gestures in themselves -- so he couches it in something else, leaning in, drawing pietro's hand up to his mouth so he can bite at the pad of his index finger, watching him through lidded eyes as he tongues against it. ]
Alright.
Then we can keep doing this. Messy as it might be. [ a quiet rumbling purr against his fingers, his tongue lazily wrapping around his index finger for a moment before pulling his head back. ] I gather you might like it better that way.
[ and like wash said before, he's dealt with worse. stubborn, uncommunicative little shitheads. pietro may not know what he wants but he understands he wants something, willing to even ask a question about what a safe word might do, to listen, to give an honest answer. there's more than enough here for wash to work with, to see just how far they can get. ]