[Pietro lets out an irritated growl at being shoved into that position again, it's awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, the strain makes his muscles burn in ways he likes, makes him feel trapped and overwhelmed. Wash slams into him hard, deep, striking raw spots inside him and Pietro moans and clenches tighter to get more abrading friction. The bites feel hot and sharp, adding to the wealth of sensations starting to build. Wash never lets him have just one or two to focus on, it's always too much too fast, and exactly what Pietro wants, what he needs. The cuts on his thigh sting, the bruises on his neck throb with the pressure of Wash's teeth on them. Somewhere along the line, Pietro feels a shift in it, like Wash lets some of his control slip, something Pietro holds onto and focuses on, all those words that leak out, all praise and compliments, and Pietro hates that he fucking basks in it, even where he is, what he's letting this man to do him, he still wants that kind of attention. He hisses as Wash tightens his fingers around his wrist, pulling slightly, a little jerk of movement as his fingers shake more erratically.]
Cannot get enough of me, can you?
[His voice is raw and scratchy, the flow of words interrupted by sharp inhales, but still mocking in tone.]
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Cannot get enough of me, can you?
[His voice is raw and scratchy, the flow of words interrupted by sharp inhales, but still mocking in tone.]
Did I make you wait too long?