[ wash watches that tongue swipe out against the gun and he takes a shuddering breath as locus lifts his hips. after a moment, he slips his hand up. metal and kevlar bump against locus' hand as wash wraps a hand around his cock, careful with the grip of it. he's hungry for skin but still he denies both of them the touch of it so far.
with his other hand, he nudges the barrel of the gun against the opening of locus' mouth. ]
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with his other hand, he nudges the barrel of the gun against the opening of locus' mouth. ]