[ pietro's choking and sputtering only seems to spur him on. there is a falter in his rhythm, a shudder running through his body, a moment where he doesn't quite stop kissing him but stutters to drown a moan against pietro's tongue in response to the way his body clenches up around him, to all that pressure around him tightening all at once. it feels good, and wash's grip around his throat stays locked and constant but that hand pinning his wrist to the mattress does have his grip not faltering but shifting, adjusting, steadying himself again.
he takes that moment to adjust himself more, angle his hips just right again -- and then slamming back inside him, the head of his cock driving right where he wants it to, raw nerves and sensitive walls that he knows all too well already. and this time, as he keeps kissing him, the pressure doesn't increase. its just constant. this seems to be what works best, keeping pietro right on this edge. he is making the slightest adjustments, here and there, almost unnoticeable, shifting his fingers and pressing in ever so slightly tighter when he feels pietro starting to get more air than he likes, giving him a little bit more room to breathe if it starts seeming like too much. it's all uncannily precise, every part of him honed to the single purpose of keeping him right there as he keeps fucking him into the bed, as he feels pietro's cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against his stomach. ]
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he takes that moment to adjust himself more, angle his hips just right again -- and then slamming back inside him, the head of his cock driving right where he wants it to, raw nerves and sensitive walls that he knows all too well already. and this time, as he keeps kissing him, the pressure doesn't increase. its just constant. this seems to be what works best, keeping pietro right on this edge. he is making the slightest adjustments, here and there, almost unnoticeable, shifting his fingers and pressing in ever so slightly tighter when he feels pietro starting to get more air than he likes, giving him a little bit more room to breathe if it starts seeming like too much. it's all uncannily precise, every part of him honed to the single purpose of keeping him right there as he keeps fucking him into the bed, as he feels pietro's cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against his stomach. ]