[ pietro's been so adamant about pushing back against him that wash isn't expecting that answer, simple as it is, forced out through strangled gasps and sweet little mewls. pietro really has been learning. about himself, about the sounds he can make, to admit certain things to himself -- and there's that, too, when pietro's fingers almost instinctively find their way to his forearm when wash starts to throttle him. recognition at what he needs to do, compliance, an unspoken understanding, and there's something about that coming from pietro that has heat thrumming through wash's entire body in response.
he lets his fingers tighten once over his throat, and and then relax a moment later. his voice is approving and possessive all at once, a rumbling purr murmured right against his lips. ]
You are learning. [ a nip at his lower lip, his cock driving in deep. ] Good boy.
[ and before pietro can muster a protest at the praise, he's kissing him, letting his hand tighten. just like he did before, fingers sliding right into the same places where he knows it works best, where he remembers placing them before, forcing pietro to choke on his mouth and tongue. this time, though, there is no steadily ramping pressure to find an edge -- its just constant, steady. enough to make him choke and gag, enough to put him on an edge, kissing him like he means to draw the air from his lungs himself. ]
no subject
he lets his fingers tighten once over his throat, and and then relax a moment later. his voice is approving and possessive all at once, a rumbling purr murmured right against his lips. ]
You are learning. [ a nip at his lower lip, his cock driving in deep. ] Good boy.
[ and before pietro can muster a protest at the praise, he's kissing him, letting his hand tighten. just like he did before, fingers sliding right into the same places where he knows it works best, where he remembers placing them before, forcing pietro to choke on his mouth and tongue. this time, though, there is no steadily ramping pressure to find an edge -- its just constant, steady. enough to make him choke and gag, enough to put him on an edge, kissing him like he means to draw the air from his lungs himself. ]