[ He tastes good, tastes familiar, warm and sweet under the lingering taste of coffee, and Wash kisses him like he knows him, tonguing deeply into his mouth. Dick tips his head back just enough to get a word in, and Wash's hand slides up to the back of his neck, clearly having to stop himself from just leaning down again immediately. ]
Eight.
[ Not that many, and that's fine. Wash does intend to actually leave the elevator. But all this talking they've done has brought up so many very, very vivid memories, and Dick had tucked himself into a corner that had just been difficult to resist. He doesn't wait for an answer, his other hand moving around and briefly palming over his ass before sliding up to the small of his back with that same easy confidence, hauling his body closer to his own as he kisses him again. ]
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Eight.
[ Not that many, and that's fine. Wash does intend to actually leave the elevator. But all this talking they've done has brought up so many very, very vivid memories, and Dick had tucked himself into a corner that had just been difficult to resist. He doesn't wait for an answer, his other hand moving around and briefly palming over his ass before sliding up to the small of his back with that same easy confidence, hauling his body closer to his own as he kisses him again. ]