[ it's the touch that finally makes his composure fully break. locus' hand curls around his wrist and wash - he could be doing more, getting more. touching more.
he lets a small noise escape from between his lips, finally pulling the gun away from locus' mouth. he knows he must be far gone because he clicks the safety on and drops it. he lets go of locus to grab him by the neck, tilting his head up so he can press their mouths together.
it's not sweet and slow, it's wash biting down on locus' bottom lip, the taste of metal and gun oil between them. but wash's other hand reaches up to press down on the emergency release latches for his chest piece, popping them open with a small snap. ]
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he lets a small noise escape from between his lips, finally pulling the gun away from locus' mouth. he knows he must be far gone because he clicks the safety on and drops it. he lets go of locus to grab him by the neck, tilting his head up so he can press their mouths together.
it's not sweet and slow, it's wash biting down on locus' bottom lip, the taste of metal and gun oil between them. but wash's other hand reaches up to press down on the emergency release latches for his chest piece, popping them open with a small snap. ]