[ what does that have to do with sex, wash? please. wash nuzzles one cheek against one of tucker's thighs, his fingers moving gently inside him, curling and pressing gingerly. ]
You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now.
[ wash looks up at tucker with a smug little smirk. tucker and he want the same thing so - honestly, why wait? the temple is still making his skin warm, damp with sweat and desire. it's been banked but now it comes back with a vengeance.
wash exhales, slips his fingers out of tucker. ] Yeah? Okay.
[ he grips tucker tight as wash stands up again, pressing his back against the wall and finally pushing his kevlar down far enough to get his dick out. then, he slides his hands to tucker's thighs and pushes them up - gets his knees up around his chest, using the weight of their bodies to hold tucker up.
he rolls his hips forward, rubbing the head between tucker's legs, nudging against his clit and then further down, where he's slick with wash's saliva. wash presses his mouth to tucker's as he finally lines up and pushes inside, steady - making tucker open up for him.
one hand lets go of tucker, finds one of his hands - pins it up above tucker's head, fingers laced together again. ]
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.]
[ 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. ]
[With the thrust, he moans against him, just breaks away from that kiss to press his face into the crook of Wash's neck.
It's so good. It's so good and it's what he's been wanting for so long since he even got a whiff of an idea that Wash had a thing for him. And he wants this to be good for Wash too, rolling his hips steadily against him now that they're figuring out their rhythm.]
Ooooh fuck, Wash. [He may scream down the Tower walls at this rate. He shifts, trying to open up to get more of him inside, wanting desperately to feel full.]
you wrote tower and i was like TUCKINGTON GUARDIANS
[ 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. ]
[They're definitely getting some looks; Tucker catches a few people watching them behind Wash and grins before he moans again, hand squeezing what he can of Wash's hair.
Their bodies are flush and it's hot and sweaty and smells like sex and Tucker will take every second of it if it mean Wash doesn't stop. That they get to do this again and again. He knows eventually he has to go back up and turn the Tower off, but god, what's the point of being a hero if he doesn't get to have this?
The hand in Wash's grip turns just so he can touch at Wash's hand, that little bit of uncomfortable pain going with the pleasure everywhere else and he cries out his name louder.]
[ wash has to pull his head away, lean down so he can latch his mouth onto tucker's neck, tasting the skin there, where he's slick with sweat. he sucks hard against the skin, wanting to leave a mark, even as his hips push harder, faster.
he has to let go of that hand finally to drop it between their bodies, to let his fingers rub and roll at tucker's engorged clit. ]
[He cries out when Wash reaches down for his clit, toes curling. it's too fucking amazing and he doesn't want it to stop but at the rate this is going he'll be finished in no time. He tilts his head back against the wall, jerking his hips up.]
Wash-- Wash, christ. [Fuck fuck he's almost there, he feels his cunt twitching trying to hold back. Just a little more, he can hold out.]
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[ what does that have to do with sex, wash? please. wash nuzzles one cheek against one of tucker's thighs, his fingers moving gently inside him, curling and pressing gingerly. ]
You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now.
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Probably as bad I want you to be inside me right now, holy fuck, Wash. Please.
[He wants it hard, rough. Breathless and sweaty and gross, just anything more than this glacial pace.]
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wash exhales, slips his fingers out of tucker. ] Yeah? Okay.
[ he grips tucker tight as wash stands up again, pressing his back against the wall and finally pushing his kevlar down far enough to get his dick out. then, he slides his hands to tucker's thighs and pushes them up - gets his knees up around his chest, using the weight of their bodies to hold tucker up.
he rolls his hips forward, rubbing the head between tucker's legs, nudging against his clit and then further down, where he's slick with wash's saliva. wash presses his mouth to tucker's as he finally lines up and pushes inside, steady - making tucker open up for him.
one hand lets go of tucker, finds one of his hands - pins it up above tucker's head, fingers laced together again. ]
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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.]
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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...
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It's so good. It's so good and it's what he's been wanting for so long since he even got a whiff of an idea that Wash had a thing for him. And he wants this to be good for Wash too, rolling his hips steadily against him now that they're figuring out their rhythm.]
Ooooh fuck, Wash. [He may scream down the Tower walls at this rate. He shifts, trying to open up to get more of him inside, wanting desperately to feel full.]
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. ]
oh gOD DON'T DO THAT TO ME
Their bodies are flush and it's hot and sweaty and smells like sex and Tucker will take every second of it if it mean Wash doesn't stop. That they get to do this again and again. He knows eventually he has to go back up and turn the Tower off, but god, what's the point of being a hero if he doesn't get to have this?
The hand in Wash's grip turns just so he can touch at Wash's hand, that little bit of uncomfortable pain going with the pleasure everywhere else and he cries out his name louder.]
wash is a hunter, Fact
he has to let go of that hand finally to drop it between their bodies, to let his fingers rub and roll at tucker's engorged clit. ]
of course he is and I'm glad for it
Wash-- Wash, christ. [Fuck fuck he's almost there, he feels his cunt twitching trying to hold back. Just a little more, he can hold out.]