[It's hissed under his breath as Wash presses inside him, relentless and hard and deep, and Pietro clamps his muscles down immediately, a whine catching in the back of his throat. Wash gives him what he wants, fucking him hard right away, not delaying or teasing him, holding him down, grabbing his thigh tightly where Pietro can feel the sharp sting of the small cuts, the bruising. He moans and squirms as Wash's mouth moves down his throat and his collarbones, feeling every cut and abrasion, every bit of tender skin reignite with sensation. He brings his free hand to Wash's hair, tightening his fingers in it.]
Harder.
[It's almost a mewling plea of a noise, as if he'd waited too long for another round even though he'd been the one to stop them.]
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[It's hissed under his breath as Wash presses inside him, relentless and hard and deep, and Pietro clamps his muscles down immediately, a whine catching in the back of his throat. Wash gives him what he wants, fucking him hard right away, not delaying or teasing him, holding him down, grabbing his thigh tightly where Pietro can feel the sharp sting of the small cuts, the bruising. He moans and squirms as Wash's mouth moves down his throat and his collarbones, feeling every cut and abrasion, every bit of tender skin reignite with sensation. He brings his free hand to Wash's hair, tightening his fingers in it.]
Harder.
[It's almost a mewling plea of a noise, as if he'd waited too long for another round even though he'd been the one to stop them.]