[ tucker is encouraging but wash is all about the sense, the touch, the taste. tucker is pressed up against him, wash is inside him and tucker is squeezing around him. all this banks the flames of the desire he'd felt before, makes it more focused instead of a desperate need to touch.
he moans against tucker's lips, his fingers gripping tight to his hand. tucker rolls his hips up and wash spreads his legs a little to keep steady, countering with a thrust upwards of his own.
he'd love to do slow and tender but he's not ready. he's all but going to climb into tucker at this point. ]
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he moans against tucker's lips, his fingers gripping tight to his hand. tucker rolls his hips up and wash spreads his legs a little to keep steady, countering with a thrust upwards of his own.
he'd love to do slow and tender but he's not ready. he's all but going to climb into tucker at this point. ]
Tucker...