[ the desire, the need doesn't stop. it's banked for a moment, but it doesn't go away. wash is catching his breath, fingers still curled loosely around them - and they're still hard, even with their combined release spilled over his hand.
wash gives a frustrated noise, opening his eyes and looking at locus. he can think a little clearer, but it's still muddled in the end. ]
What the hell is going on.
[ it's not a question, not really, as he unhands them both... and licks his hand without thinking about it to clean it. ]
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wash gives a frustrated noise, opening his eyes and looking at locus. he can think a little clearer, but it's still muddled in the end. ]
What the hell is going on.
[ it's not a question, not really, as he unhands them both... and licks his hand without thinking about it to clean it. ]