[ no response, which is frustrating - making the anger mix with the desire sweeping through him. when he finds locus he's - he's not sure. that prickle at the back of his spine mixes with the clench of his stomach. no, not any of that. why is he entertaining the thought?
there's a low noise, the sound of armor and bandages nearby. his hearing feels amplified, and he turns his rifle that way, moving through the jungle.
if locus were listening for him, he wouldn't exactly be the most silent at the moment. instead, what he comes up on is locus, head tilted back against the tree, more naked than wash feels he's ever seen him without the armor, a hand between his legs.
well. that's new. and intriguing, despite himself. locus isn't armed, but all his weapons are at an arms length - and the sword, too.
wash takes the dare, though, stepping out from the foliage, rifle trained on the merc. ]
Locus.
[ it's sharp, but inside his suit wash is sweating. just the sight has his body reacting, cock pressing on the inside of the kevlar and isn't that uncomfortable? wash tries to ignore it. he's ignored worse. ]
this is just going to devolve into gun kink
there's a low noise, the sound of armor and bandages nearby. his hearing feels amplified, and he turns his rifle that way, moving through the jungle.
if locus were listening for him, he wouldn't exactly be the most silent at the moment. instead, what he comes up on is locus, head tilted back against the tree, more naked than wash feels he's ever seen him without the armor, a hand between his legs.
well. that's new. and intriguing, despite himself. locus isn't armed, but all his weapons are at an arms length - and the sword, too.
wash takes the dare, though, stepping out from the foliage, rifle trained on the merc. ]
Locus.
[ it's sharp, but inside his suit wash is sweating. just the sight has his body reacting, cock pressing on the inside of the kevlar and isn't that uncomfortable? wash tries to ignore it. he's ignored worse. ]