[ wash is hard in the undersuit, his cock pressed uncomfortably under titanium and kevlar, and the codpiece. still, he ignores it, the throb of it and the dampness at the head, for the way that locus reacts.
his moan, the way his body stops and then starts again, licking the gun. wash is meticulous with his guns, even during the war. and still, he lets out an explosive breath.
he squeezes his hand, gently - but there's still a threat there, enhanced strength with something so delicate of locus'. for the gun, he doesn't push forward yet - just waits to see what locus will do next. ]
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his moan, the way his body stops and then starts again, licking the gun. wash is meticulous with his guns, even during the war. and still, he lets out an explosive breath.
he squeezes his hand, gently - but there's still a threat there, enhanced strength with something so delicate of locus'. for the gun, he doesn't push forward yet - just waits to see what locus will do next. ]