[ Locus watches as Wash comes apart at the seams, those cracks visible for a brief moment as he shudders, and though there's little noise he can see the moment he reaches completion, the way it spreads over his face, and warmth splashes against his stomach.
Such restraint. Somehow dignified in this, this carnal scrabbling for something physical on the ground, in the woods, and Locus bites into his lower lip and twitches. Hard. His fingers curl tight, nails biting into Washington's skin, and a second later? There's a second burst of heat and wet spattering across his skin, along with a relief that's akin to a much-needed stretch.
But satisfaction? No. Not quite there yet. The moment his breath slows and his thoughts recollect enough to realize this? He lets out a disgruntled sound and lets his head fall back once more.
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Such restraint. Somehow dignified in this, this carnal scrabbling for something physical on the ground, in the woods, and Locus bites into his lower lip and twitches. Hard. His fingers curl tight, nails biting into Washington's skin, and a second later? There's a second burst of heat and wet spattering across his skin, along with a relief that's akin to a much-needed stretch.
But satisfaction? No. Not quite there yet. The moment his breath slows and his thoughts recollect enough to realize this? He lets out a disgruntled sound and lets his head fall back once more.
This is going to be a long night. ]