[ wash looks up at tucker with a smug little smirk. tucker and he want the same thing so - honestly, why wait? the temple is still making his skin warm, damp with sweat and desire. it's been banked but now it comes back with a vengeance.
wash exhales, slips his fingers out of tucker. ] Yeah? Okay.
[ he grips tucker tight as wash stands up again, pressing his back against the wall and finally pushing his kevlar down far enough to get his dick out. then, he slides his hands to tucker's thighs and pushes them up - gets his knees up around his chest, using the weight of their bodies to hold tucker up.
he rolls his hips forward, rubbing the head between tucker's legs, nudging against his clit and then further down, where he's slick with wash's saliva. wash presses his mouth to tucker's as he finally lines up and pushes inside, steady - making tucker open up for him.
one hand lets go of tucker, finds one of his hands - pins it up above tucker's head, fingers laced together again. ]
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wash exhales, slips his fingers out of tucker. ] Yeah? Okay.
[ he grips tucker tight as wash stands up again, pressing his back against the wall and finally pushing his kevlar down far enough to get his dick out. then, he slides his hands to tucker's thighs and pushes them up - gets his knees up around his chest, using the weight of their bodies to hold tucker up.
he rolls his hips forward, rubbing the head between tucker's legs, nudging against his clit and then further down, where he's slick with wash's saliva. wash presses his mouth to tucker's as he finally lines up and pushes inside, steady - making tucker open up for him.
one hand lets go of tucker, finds one of his hands - pins it up above tucker's head, fingers laced together again. ]