[Dick murmurs eight back against Wash's mouth before licking his way into it, too much want in him to be gentle about it - he kisses like it's a demand and a plea all at once. He's more than pliant about being pulled in flush against him, already half hard where his hips jut up against the other man's thigh.
It's a keen reminder that he's never had Wash completely. He's been splayed out, all holes used, but not in the way he craved. Perhaps because he craved it. The thought's almost painful - he makes a small, tight sound at the back of his throat as his hands finally slip up under Wash's shirt - blunt nails digging into his back. At this point he's not quite sure how he didn't just climb over the table back at the shop.]
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It's a keen reminder that he's never had Wash completely. He's been splayed out, all holes used, but not in the way he craved. Perhaps because he craved it. The thought's almost painful - he makes a small, tight sound at the back of his throat as his hands finally slip up under Wash's shirt - blunt nails digging into his back. At this point he's not quite sure how he didn't just climb over the table back at the shop.]