[ touch distracts wash for a long moment, making his breathing stutter sharply against the feel of locus' hand against them. his eyes are lidded, watching locus and - there's a part of him that still roils with anger. the other part is enjoying it. ]
Just for guns.
[ which could work, in a pinch, but isn't ideal. okay, there's other stuff. won't make it easy, but it'll work at least. he curls his had more around locus' cock than his own, giving it a slow jerk before he moves back. ]
Keep your hands off the back of my neck.
[ mostly that's... a helpful warning to not get his wrists broken, as wash slides off where he's been in locus' lap and away from his hand. hands braced on locus' thighs, he leans down to drag his tongue over the head of locus' cock. ]
potential ideas: spit for lube, as trite as it is. thighfucking ?
Just for guns.
[ which could work, in a pinch, but isn't ideal. okay, there's other stuff. won't make it easy, but it'll work at least. he curls his had more around locus' cock than his own, giving it a slow jerk before he moves back. ]
Keep your hands off the back of my neck.
[ mostly that's... a helpful warning to not get his wrists broken, as wash slides off where he's been in locus' lap and away from his hand. hands braced on locus' thighs, he leans down to drag his tongue over the head of locus' cock. ]