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WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote2021-10-16 12:49 pm
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[His stomach tightens as Wash looks at him, it's only a moment, but long enough for Pietro to catch the amusement in it. It irks him, and his eyes narrow as a soft growl forms in his chest as he tries to mentally grasp any thread of control while his body betrays him. His fingers shake, the muscles in his arms straining to pull at the restraints, muted panic sliding through him as he knows he's pushed too far for himself, but he can't back down. He waits forever in anticipation or apprehension until Wash tightens his grip on his cock, twisting his fingers, and Pietro writhes uncomfortably, letting out a high pitched almost-wailing noise he immediately tries to silence by biting his tongue, but it doesn't quite work.]

Fuck. Fuck...

[The words barely get formed, little squeaks of noise, and Pietro squirms with quick movements, uncertain if he wants to press up into that knife or pull away.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Each one of those thin lines on his inner thigh flare with renewed sharp sensations as Wash rubs his cock against them. Pietro whines at the harsh unrelenting grip on his cock, and the slight friction of Wash's cock now rubbing against his, and going lower. Fuck. He tenses his muscles when he shouldn't, some misfiring synapse in his brain as he has the time to relax himself, but he can't. The slight relief of pressure on his cock distracts him, and Wash presses his cock inside while Pietro makes a high despondent whining noise and squirms, muscles quivering as he feels that friction and pressure against his raw and sensitive insides, and it doesn't relent. Wash doesn't move.]

Shit!

[Pietro hisses, pain sharp and hot as Wash slaps his cock. It makes him writhe to pull away, but then that grip is back, hard, firm, and the knife pressing further against his skin, as if waiting. If he lets this continue, he's going to fall apart, going to scream or cry or fucking beg. Instead, he growls irritably at himself, and whines lowly.]

Stop.
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some degree of relief is immediate when Wash takes his hand off his cock, though it takes a moment for Pietro's squirming to slow and leave him to occasional twitches, though his right hand shakes uncontrollably. He notes where the knife gets placed, rolling his eyes. If he'd wanted to hurt or kill Wash, he'd have done so long ago. That, and placing something further away from him doesn't mean he's not still going to get to it first if he wasn't bound. His thoughts on the knife are interrupted when Wash grips his jaw, his thumb running irritably under Pietro's lip, and he contemplates moving quickly to bite down on it. He doesn't need that gentleness, only that Wash listens to him and does what he says, which he's not. He says that instead, and Pietro begins to squirm again, agitated little movements.]

Why can I not just say no? Because you do not listen?

[He has every reason to believe any ridiculous safe word will be ignored completely, or questioned. There's no point to it. Wash's thumb grazes his lip, and he scoffs at the question that follows, and instead of answering it, he does bite Wash's thumb then, hard, quick, clamping his teeth down on it and growling.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[He waits impatiently until Wash unties him before he responds, immediately pulling his hands close to his body, his fingers still shaking.]

You do not know what I actually want.

[Pietro's cadence is terse and clipped, but the tone somewhat petulant and defiant. He makes no move to get off the bed yet, just shifting to curl up against the headboard, glaring and breathing heavily, though he isn't sure entirely what has him this agitated, maybe just the knowledge that he's shown enough vulnerability that Wash can make those assumptions Pietro denies.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pietro feels more irritated than anything now that they've stopped. Sex is easier, even if it was getting too much, too overstimulating, he feels more exposed and flayed here pressed against the headboard and curling in on himself than he did tied to it with Wash's cock in his ass. He scoffs to himself in disgust, looking away.]

I will figure it out.

[What he wants.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-28 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pietro's eyes drift towards Wash's cock as he fixes his pants, but he's not going to offer to take care of that. Everything is awkward now as Wash plays with his knife and stares at the window. It somehow still makes Pietro feel oppressed and stifled. He snorts to himself at those words, but eventually stretches out a little, a more relaxed position, or it would be if he wasn't still tense and ready to flee any second, but that's generally a default for him. He sighs irritably and twists some of the rope in his fingers, just for something to keep his hands occupied. When he speaks, he doesn't look at Wash, eyes fixed on the rope instead.]

How is this "no but not no" clarity?
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[personal profile] gola 2023-07-29 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pietro regrets asking the moment he does, an annoyed quiet noise in his throat when Wash rambles on, and he does consider it a lecture again, half-listening. Given what he's supposed to get out of picking a safe word, it seems contrary to it, having to be aware enough to find that specific word, which goes against losing himself like he wants to. He waves his hand in a 'hurry up' gesture, still playing with the rope, as he gets to limitations, because Pietro's already figured that out and it bores him. When it seems Wash is finally done, Pietro looks at him again, disinterest in his eyes and his tone.]

No. I do not care.

[Wash's limits or chosen word don't matter to him, as they're currently not engaging with any of that, as far as he's concerned.]

What you say does not make sense. You answer me one question — if you are at point of not thinking, how do you even remember safe word?

[It's not a genuine question, spoken like a statement and a one that Pietro clearly doesn't think can be argued with, as if he'd won a contentious discussion they aren't even engaging in.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-03 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wash's explanation doesn't initially sink in for Pietro, and he doesn't understand it, how having a word would help him let go or ensure more trust. They're concepts that seem too oppositional for him to make sense of, not without taking the time to think it through, which he's disinclined to do. Twisting the rope through his fingers more tightly, what he does consider is choosing simply because he thinks it would be pointless. That he wouldn't use that word until he's too far gone to remember it as he's said, and then there wouldn't be a stopping point, if they establish "no" and "stop" don't mean that. And maybe that's what Wash wants him to get out of this, maybe it's something completely different, but it's what Pietro latches on to, fingers starting to shake more.]

I am not... ready for that.

[He looks away as he says it, like admitting to some other limitation he hadn't thought about. He can't give up that much control, not now, not yet.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pietro glares briefly, a quick narrowing of his eyes as Wash covers his hand before taking his wrist instead. It's a gesture Pietro uses himself frequently, and he associates it with comforting, something he hates to think that he ever needs. He clutches hard at the rope for a moment, until his finger is in Wash's mouth, and whines quietly as that tongue curls and the reverberations of Wash's rumbling travel down his finger.]

It is working, yes?

[The messiness. Pietro thinks it is, and he's learned a lot about himself tonight, and at Jolene's that first time, though he will never acknowledge it or say so, not to Wash. One thing Pietro knows now is that he can't completely rush into things here, not if he doesn't want another vulnerable moment like the knife pushing in too deep. He thought he was ready to break, but he's not. Close, on the edge of it, wanting it, but unwilling to push just that much further to get there.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-06 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Pietro keeps his eyes fixed on Wash's mouth on his finger, and doesn't meet his gaze when he responds.]

Maybe I do not want options.

[His tone is half petulant and half sincere, huffing slightly even though he knows very well he rushes into almost everything and that it is, in fact, a problem. He lets Wash's hold on his wrist direct him where he's wanted, a quiet near moan of frustration getting swallowed back in his throat as Wash continues to tease him, biting his thumb and scraping his tongue so slowly over it. He finally lets go of the rope, bringing his free hand towards Wash's pants instead, to tug at the waistband.]

Are you taking this out again or not?
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-07 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wash says nothing at his comment, and Pietro likes it that way. Discussion of these things is something that unsettles him, and he doesn't like it, doesn't like feeling that seen in his confusion over what he wants. Wash pushes him back and pins his wrist down, and this, this is what he wants more, he thinks, just feeling, that oppressive presence, no talking about limits or goals, or things that Pietro isn't sure of himself.

He pulls once at that grip, but keeps his hand where it's placed afterwards, unconsciously spreading his legs wider to accommodate Wash's movements. His fingers twitch as Wash brings his other hand to the front of his pants, and that growling demand makes Pietro's stomach coil viscerally. He glances at Wash's face once, catching his eyes, and then his attention is back where it should be. He hesitates, just a split second, before fumbling with the button and zipper and finally working Wash's cock out of his pants. Pietro's grip is harder than it needs to be, squeezing and intending to leave his own bruises.]
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-07 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He makes a quiet noise upon hearing that sharp inhale, another small victory to add to his column. That growl rumbles through him as Wash takes up all of his space again, all of his focus, a heavy atmosphere that Pietro struggles to breathe in, and despite his own internal protests against it, he likes it that way. He whines at that bite to his lip, a fresh sharp pain over the dull ache that lingered. Wash moves down over his neck again, hard kisses over bruises and memories of bruises, and Pietro squirms and makes a soft whimpering noise, starting to lose himself in it again.

Because it's growled in his ear like a command, pointed and without expectation of anything but obedience, Pietro doesn't want to do it. He huffs out a frustrated noise, writhing uncomfortably, but he does it anyway, his grip shifting to something lighter but still firm, guiding Wash's cock to his hole while he moves to wrap his legs around Wash's waist, digging his heels into his back in anticipation of something hard and rough that will clear his mind of everything they'd discussed, let Pietro return to his little bits of oblivion he allows himself without going too far. That he discovered he has a 'too far' irks him, and a part of him wants to dig further and push and break through it, but he maintains too much desperate self-control for it.]


Fuck me.
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[personal profile] gola 2023-08-07 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit.

[It's hissed under his breath as Wash presses inside him, relentless and hard and deep, and Pietro clamps his muscles down immediately, a whine catching in the back of his throat. Wash gives him what he wants, fucking him hard right away, not delaying or teasing him, holding him down, grabbing his thigh tightly where Pietro can feel the sharp sting of the small cuts, the bruising. He moans and squirms as Wash's mouth moves down his throat and his collarbones, feeling every cut and abrasion, every bit of tender skin reignite with sensation. He brings his free hand to Wash's hair, tightening his fingers in it.]

Harder.

[It's almost a mewling plea of a noise, as if he'd waited too long for another round even though he'd been the one to stop them.]

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