[Wash says nothing at his comment, and Pietro likes it that way. Discussion of these things is something that unsettles him, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like feeling that seen in his confusion over what he wants. Wash pushes him back and pins his wrist down, and this, this is what he wants more, he thinks, just feeling, that oppressive presence, no talking about limits or goals, or things that Pietro isn't sure of himself.
He pulls once at that grip, but keeps his hand where it's placed afterwards, unconsciously spreading his legs wider to accommodate Wash's movements. His fingers twitch as Wash brings his other hand to the front of his pants, and that growling demand makes Pietro's stomach coil viscerally. He glances at Wash's face once, catching his eyes, and then his attention is back where it should be. He hesitates, just a split second, before fumbling with the button and zipper and finally working Wash's cock out of his pants. Pietro's grip is harder than it needs to be, squeezing and intending to leave his own bruises.]
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He pulls once at that grip, but keeps his hand where it's placed afterwards, unconsciously spreading his legs wider to accommodate Wash's movements. His fingers twitch as Wash brings his other hand to the front of his pants, and that growling demand makes Pietro's stomach coil viscerally. He glances at Wash's face once, catching his eyes, and then his attention is back where it should be. He hesitates, just a split second, before fumbling with the button and zipper and finally working Wash's cock out of his pants. Pietro's grip is harder than it needs to be, squeezing and intending to leave his own bruises.]