[ Oh. He knows exactly what he means. Or rather, he's fairly certain he does. It's very contextual, paired with the visible rise and fall of his chest, the strain in his voice.
Locus swallows tightly, his throat bobbing, before he eases back into the tree once again. Washington wants him to continue? Very well. That tension holding his hand firmly in place finally breaks as, with a low sound that could very well be relief, the heel of his palm drags against himself through the titanium weave. The resulting flare of friction sparks along every nerve ending in a ripple, spreading outward, and he barely even looks concerned about Wash nudging his legs further apart to watch.
Though he is looking. Staring Wash straight in the eye as his hand moves over his cock, and if possible that heat swells. Like this is the moment he's been waiting for, like that something he's felt tying his fate to Washington all this time hasn't been cut just yet.
He aches for it. For touch, for command, for things he hasn't had a need for in years. ]
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Locus swallows tightly, his throat bobbing, before he eases back into the tree once again. Washington wants him to continue? Very well. That tension holding his hand firmly in place finally breaks as, with a low sound that could very well be relief, the heel of his palm drags against himself through the titanium weave. The resulting flare of friction sparks along every nerve ending in a ripple, spreading outward, and he barely even looks concerned about Wash nudging his legs further apart to watch.
Though he is looking. Staring Wash straight in the eye as his hand moves over his cock, and if possible that heat swells. Like this is the moment he's been waiting for, like that something he's felt tying his fate to Washington all this time hasn't been cut just yet.
He aches for it. For touch, for command, for things he hasn't had a need for in years. ]