[ He doesn't know. He doesn't know if it nets him anything at all besides knowing, and he's already got a pretty good idea. It's all over Washington's face, the hunger in his eyes, while he watches Locus touch and tease himself into near blinding frenzy.
The panting is audible now, lips part just so. And when the barrel of the gun shifts? It's barely even a consideration before he tips his head lower, enough to press warm lips against the cool metal like a lover.
Yes. Yes, he wants that, too, if the sudden twitch in his hands wasn't any sort of indication. ]
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The panting is audible now, lips part just so. And when the barrel of the gun shifts? It's barely even a consideration before he tips his head lower, enough to press warm lips against the cool metal like a lover.
Yes. Yes, he wants that, too, if the sudden twitch in his hands wasn't any sort of indication. ]