[ It's good. It's better but not yet quite enough. All it really seems to do is add fuel to the fire, the way that texture grinds against his skin, his hips pushing upwards in an effort to seek more, faster.
What will it take to see Washington lose his composure as well? Nevermind that the fact that he's here, touching him, watching him tongue and mouth against his pistol with darkening eyes means that he is losing his composure at least somewhat.
One hand lifts, curls around Washington's wrist. But rather than pull the gun away he holds him steady, those pale eyes once again pinning his as he sucks against the bitter tang of the barrel. Willing him to loose that last thread of restraint. ]
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What will it take to see Washington lose his composure as well? Nevermind that the fact that he's here, touching him, watching him tongue and mouth against his pistol with darkening eyes means that he is losing his composure at least somewhat.
One hand lifts, curls around Washington's wrist. But rather than pull the gun away he holds him steady, those pale eyes once again pinning his as he sucks against the bitter tang of the barrel. Willing him to loose that last thread of restraint. ]