wash wishes he could shake that thought off, but it's impossible now that it's lodged itself in his brain. locus looks good like this, tense and frozen - yet somehow his body is still in motion. wash can feel his eyes track the sweat sliding down the other man's jaw, the desperate clasp of his hand between his legs.
he's getting off on it. wash is sure of that. the problem is, apparently, so is wash.
he takes another couple steps forward, standing feet to feet with locus. the barrel of his rifle comes up, levels itself at the center of locus' facial scar. ]
Right now? Doesn't look like you're exactly terrified to die.
[ has him worried. has him curious, with that heat blazing across his skin. the gun drops a little, but nudges itself under locus' jaw next - tries to make him tilt his head back. ]
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wash wishes he could shake that thought off, but it's impossible now that it's lodged itself in his brain. locus looks good like this, tense and frozen - yet somehow his body is still in motion. wash can feel his eyes track the sweat sliding down the other man's jaw, the desperate clasp of his hand between his legs.
he's getting off on it. wash is sure of that. the problem is, apparently, so is wash.
he takes another couple steps forward, standing feet to feet with locus. the barrel of his rifle comes up, levels itself at the center of locus' facial scar. ]
Right now? Doesn't look like you're exactly terrified to die.
[ has him worried. has him curious, with that heat blazing across his skin. the gun drops a little, but nudges itself under locus' jaw next - tries to make him tilt his head back. ]