Oh fuck yes. [It's about all he gets out while Wash hauls Tucker up, gets his ankles hooked around Wash's waist and tries to settle there. He's grinning from ear to ear, hands on Wash's shoulders.
This is what he wanted. This is what he was thinking about when he thought about turning this tower on. Maybe other women, maybe specific women, but he definitely had thought about Wash. And being wall-fucked? Was one hell of a prize for saving Chorus.
Wash leans in with his mouth, and Tucker meets him halfway, groaning against his lips when he feels Wash starting to push into him. Because fuck yes. Wash even goes so far as to pin one hand over his head; Tucker makes sure to keep his ankles locked together and his free hand hard pressed against Wash's shoulder to keep steady. He gives an experimental roll of his hips up against him, groaning into the kiss.]
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This is what he wanted. This is what he was thinking about when he thought about turning this tower on. Maybe other women, maybe specific women, but he definitely had thought about Wash. And being wall-fucked? Was one hell of a prize for saving Chorus.
Wash leans in with his mouth, and Tucker meets him halfway, groaning against his lips when he feels Wash starting to push into him. Because fuck yes. Wash even goes so far as to pin one hand over his head; Tucker makes sure to keep his ankles locked together and his free hand hard pressed against Wash's shoulder to keep steady. He gives an experimental roll of his hips up against him, groaning into the kiss.]