[ the word is barely out of pietro's mouth and it seems like wash already knows what he's about to demand -- but really, its just because its what wash wants, too. harder, faster, more, especially after having been buried inside him and then interrupted, its all too easy for wash to sink into him again, to lose himself in him. to align everything about himself to everything about pietro instead, to focus everything in him to overwhelming him and driving him to the edge as much as possible.
he shifts even more on the bed, his grip tightening over his thigh to hike pietro's hips up slightly as he moves a little further up the mattress -- until, as he bears down over him, he's almost folding him in half. its likely uncomfortable, causing pietro's hips and thighs to stretch and burn, but wash drives down into him and reaches deeper, punctuating it with his teeth sinking into his shoulder, a blatantly possessive growl sounding through him.
wash lingers there for a moment, two, adjusting himself against the bed to keep this adjusted angle, this position -- and then immediately starts to fall back into the rhythm he'd found before. hard, sharp, unrelenting. his hand keeps pressing into those cuts in his thigh, and he lifts his head to go right back to kissing and biting at his neck, his jawline, in between heated breathless murmurs against his skin where the words come tumbling from his mouth, where it's clear that wash isn't entirely cognizant of everything he's saying. just occasional disjointed murmurs about how good he is, how pretty he is all beneath him, all breathless and fucked out, how hot and tight he is around his cock, his movements getting a wilder, more feral energy to them, his grip starting to tighten over pietro's wrist pinned to the bed. ]
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he shifts even more on the bed, his grip tightening over his thigh to hike pietro's hips up slightly as he moves a little further up the mattress -- until, as he bears down over him, he's almost folding him in half. its likely uncomfortable, causing pietro's hips and thighs to stretch and burn, but wash drives down into him and reaches deeper, punctuating it with his teeth sinking into his shoulder, a blatantly possessive growl sounding through him.
wash lingers there for a moment, two, adjusting himself against the bed to keep this adjusted angle, this position -- and then immediately starts to fall back into the rhythm he'd found before. hard, sharp, unrelenting. his hand keeps pressing into those cuts in his thigh, and he lifts his head to go right back to kissing and biting at his neck, his jawline, in between heated breathless murmurs against his skin where the words come tumbling from his mouth, where it's clear that wash isn't entirely cognizant of everything he's saying. just occasional disjointed murmurs about how good he is, how pretty he is all beneath him, all breathless and fucked out, how hot and tight he is around his cock, his movements getting a wilder, more feral energy to them, his grip starting to tighten over pietro's wrist pinned to the bed. ]