[ wash wants, badly. there's a part of him that's only moments away from stripping his own armor off, and making use of locus' mouth the way that the gun is. the very obvious metaphor is absolutely doing it for wash as well, the sight of his weapon and those lips wrapped around it.
his hand tightens, strokes up until locus' hand is nudged away, and then a kevlar-covered thumb is rubbing against the head. ]
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his hand tightens, strokes up until locus' hand is nudged away, and then a kevlar-covered thumb is rubbing against the head. ]