[ let tucker scream down the tower walls. hell, let people watch him - wash only has eyes and ears for the sight of tucker like this, his head tucked against wash and the way he feels around his cock.
it's more than just that - it's the scent of him, the sound. the way his hand squeezes in response to wash's, the weight of him on his hips. wash repeats his name with more fervor this time, pressing his lips to the side of tucker's head, over the shell of his ear as he thrusts up again, pushes him harder into the wall. ]
you wrote tower and i was like TUCKINGTON GUARDIANS
it's more than just that - it's the scent of him, the sound. the way his hand squeezes in response to wash's, the weight of him on his hips. wash repeats his name with more fervor this time, pressing his lips to the side of tucker's head, over the shell of his ear as he thrusts up again, pushes him harder into the wall. ]