[ something always snaps him back, wash can see it. he's been able to push pietro to that brink, to that edge, of knowing nothing, remembering nothing, no thoughts at all -- but only briefly, only moments at a time. he knows its something pietro craves, and has some guesses as to what it might be that holds him back, but right now his task is clear. here. this. keep him like this.
the way he fucks him is unrelenting, hard and sharp, pietro's body jolted against the bed on every thrust. wash keeps kissing him, but that slows down, his tongue working almost languidly into his mouth even as pietro chokes and whines around it. just like he keeps adjusting that grip, tiniest shifts in pressure, shifts of his fingers and the angle of his wrist, sometimes he kisses him a little deeper. sometimes he breaks away altogether, focusing on his bruised and bitten lower lip, or dragging his teeth along his stubbled jawline, pressing kisses and bites to the hinge of his jaw.
wash craves his own kind of letting go -- losing himself in another person. everything about them. freeing himself from his own mind by putting himself and his focus wholly into someone else. and as the edges of pietro's vision may blur and darken, wash's only comes into focus more, as he tunes himself into every breath, every movement, every heartbeat, every throb of pietro's cock trapped between their bodies, every quiver of his muscles tight around him as he fucks him. he wants to reach that. just as badly as pietro does. ]
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the way he fucks him is unrelenting, hard and sharp, pietro's body jolted against the bed on every thrust. wash keeps kissing him, but that slows down, his tongue working almost languidly into his mouth even as pietro chokes and whines around it. just like he keeps adjusting that grip, tiniest shifts in pressure, shifts of his fingers and the angle of his wrist, sometimes he kisses him a little deeper. sometimes he breaks away altogether, focusing on his bruised and bitten lower lip, or dragging his teeth along his stubbled jawline, pressing kisses and bites to the hinge of his jaw.
wash craves his own kind of letting go -- losing himself in another person. everything about them. freeing himself from his own mind by putting himself and his focus wholly into someone else. and as the edges of pietro's vision may blur and darken, wash's only comes into focus more, as he tunes himself into every breath, every movement, every heartbeat, every throb of pietro's cock trapped between their bodies, every quiver of his muscles tight around him as he fucks him. he wants to reach that. just as badly as pietro does. ]