[Fuck. Pietro knows exactly what he's doing, Drake is far from the first person to enjoy teasing him that way, mostly because Pietro allows it, likes it, and whines for more. Sort of. It's a petulant growling whine this time, and all he does to offset the slower movement is start his fingers vibrating at his nipple, which only sparks more whining and shuddering breaths. Still, he's distracted, one glance over, not too much curiosity with it as he knows what most people keep in their drawers in this city.]
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