[ A noise traps itself in the back of his throat, every fiber of his being suddenly strung tight as Washington settles his way ontop of him. He's there, and Locus could overturn him now. Knock him to the ground, take his gun, fire--
The thought doesn't stop him from dragging his teeth across Washington's lower lip, nor from dragging a hand along his undersuit until he can find the fastenings and undo them in a rush. Peeling desperately for some slip of skin, something warm and firm under the curl of his blunt nails.
Wash's little tug at his hair earns another rough, threatening noise, before he starts to roll, to try and shove Wash to the ground and flip their positioning. ]
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The thought doesn't stop him from dragging his teeth across Washington's lower lip, nor from dragging a hand along his undersuit until he can find the fastenings and undo them in a rush. Peeling desperately for some slip of skin, something warm and firm under the curl of his blunt nails.
Wash's little tug at his hair earns another rough, threatening noise, before he starts to roll, to try and shove Wash to the ground and flip their positioning. ]