[ the hesitation is brief but noticeable, a flash of something in wash's eyes, but he doesn't say or do anything about it, immediately preoccupied with pietro's fingers fumbling with the front of his pants and working to free his cock. he's still hard, aching and throbbing under pietro's touch, a sharp little inhale of breath at just how tightly pietro is squeezing him. not something he has done to him often, but the sharp pain of it has something tightening in the pit of his stomach, especially realizing that pietro is might be trying to leave bruises on him in the same way.
a low growl, and he lets himself bear down over him even more, pinning pietro's wrist down to the mattress somewhere next to his head so his entire body is braced over him, covering him completely with his bulk. he leans down, biting hard at his lower lip again before trailing bruising kisses down the side of his neck, over familiar bruises, over new ones that are already starting to darken, his voice hot and low in his ear; ]
Put it where you want it.
[ another demand, with that rumbling growl to it, but as always -- there is an aggression to it, but its just expectant. less about forcing someone to follow as he demands and more knowing he'll be listened to, knowing pietro wants it just as much as he does. ]
no subject
a low growl, and he lets himself bear down over him even more, pinning pietro's wrist down to the mattress somewhere next to his head so his entire body is braced over him, covering him completely with his bulk. he leans down, biting hard at his lower lip again before trailing bruising kisses down the side of his neck, over familiar bruises, over new ones that are already starting to darken, his voice hot and low in his ear; ]
Put it where you want it.
[ another demand, with that rumbling growl to it, but as always -- there is an aggression to it, but its just expectant. less about forcing someone to follow as he demands and more knowing he'll be listened to, knowing pietro wants it just as much as he does. ]