You. Are doing that on purpose. Do not pretend otherwise.
[ There's barely any gray left to his eyes, as large as his pupils have grown. This urge, this feeling, isn't going anywhere. It's only growing in intensity, pushing everything else to the wayside. However he feels about Washington, the only thing that matters now is that they're both undressed, pressed tight and sweat-slick against one another, and perfectly able to continue.
With a snarl he reaches for Wash, drags him up until his mouth seals against his, and he can taste himself on the Freelancer's lips. There's a sensation he'd never expected to feel. ]
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[ There's barely any gray left to his eyes, as large as his pupils have grown. This urge, this feeling, isn't going anywhere. It's only growing in intensity, pushing everything else to the wayside. However he feels about Washington, the only thing that matters now is that they're both undressed, pressed tight and sweat-slick against one another, and perfectly able to continue.
With a snarl he reaches for Wash, drags him up until his mouth seals against his, and he can taste himself on the Freelancer's lips. There's a sensation he'd never expected to feel. ]