[God, even the little laughs are giving him sensations, the warm breaths melting into him. He whimpers Wash's name out, sinks his hands into what he can grip of Wash's hair and tugs.]
I swear to god- [And then Wash is readjusting his shoulders. Tucker shifts his legs to accommodate, making sure Wash still has the clearest path to him.]
no subject
I swear to god- [And then Wash is readjusting his shoulders. Tucker shifts his legs to accommodate, making sure Wash still has the clearest path to him.]