[ His fixation had been evident...but for a number of reasons. Had he considered what Washington would be like if pinned down, if backed into a corner and threatened, if he liked it and pressed forward instead of back? Maybe. That was irrelevant at the moment.
Instead, both eyes open, staring up at him as he pants quietly for breath, hips hitching up and that slick sound stirring the still, stifling air around them. ]
Would that thought please you?
[ It's almost derisive, the way he says it, but it can't quite make it all the way there. Not when he's riding that edge, a breath away from coming. Not when the answer might make Wash stop. ]
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Instead, both eyes open, staring up at him as he pants quietly for breath, hips hitching up and that slick sound stirring the still, stifling air around them. ]
Would that thought please you?
[ It's almost derisive, the way he says it, but it can't quite make it all the way there. Not when he's riding that edge, a breath away from coming. Not when the answer might make Wash stop. ]