[The way his voice sounds and the heat and seeing Wash almost stripped down just - goes straight to Tucker's gut, twisting and hot and he nods, swallows hard.]

Shit, okay. Okay, you got it, you got my hands. [And true to that, Tucker lets his undersuit sit undone around his waist, his own scars bare and open for him. Focuses on getting his hands on Wash's shoulders to pull him in again, a quick kiss before he moves to nip at his chin, suck against his neck. He mumbles against the skin there, wanting to keep Wash talking, because holy fuck, Wash is getting him hot fast.]

I got you- fuckin' got you, you're not gonna be able to walk for a week--