[ It's been very intentional. Wash thrives off of control, the feeling of how Dick would just let himself be used to his liking, how willing and pliable he was under his touch. Part of that was pushing him, forcing him to face and admit and vocalize just how much he wanted it, how much he needed it. A few times Dick had begged for more, and Wash had pressed him to take it further. Outside of their little transactional arrangement. And Dick, broken up as he'd been, hadn't relented. So neither did Wash.
He makes a quiet, rumbling sound in his throat when he feels those nails dragging against his back, pulling him in closer, his hand sliding back down to palm over his ass. He presses his thigh deliberately against his half-hard cock, licking deeper into his mouth, and --
-- Eight floors really isn't much. The elevator dings, the door slides open. Wash still doesn't pull away, and somehow he thinks that if they'd stayed there for another hour (or until the elevator gets called elsewhere), Dick wouldn't have minded at all. But he ends up shoving him hard back into the corner of the mirrored walls, pulling back, nipping at his lower lip with his teeth and tugging slightly as he does. And for a second or two he just looks at him, eyes half-lidded but that intensity and focus still strong behind them, drinking in the sight of him. ]
I think you missed me.
[ A little bit of a half-smirk, and he's already turning away to step out into the corridor. His neighbor has the tendency to manage to run into him at awkward times, but thankfully, it's quiet now, and he just leaves Dick to collect himself while he goes to unlock his door. ]
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He makes a quiet, rumbling sound in his throat when he feels those nails dragging against his back, pulling him in closer, his hand sliding back down to palm over his ass. He presses his thigh deliberately against his half-hard cock, licking deeper into his mouth, and --
-- Eight floors really isn't much. The elevator dings, the door slides open. Wash still doesn't pull away, and somehow he thinks that if they'd stayed there for another hour (or until the elevator gets called elsewhere), Dick wouldn't have minded at all. But he ends up shoving him hard back into the corner of the mirrored walls, pulling back, nipping at his lower lip with his teeth and tugging slightly as he does. And for a second or two he just looks at him, eyes half-lidded but that intensity and focus still strong behind them, drinking in the sight of him. ]
I think you missed me.
[ A little bit of a half-smirk, and he's already turning away to step out into the corridor. His neighbor has the tendency to manage to run into him at awkward times, but thankfully, it's quiet now, and he just leaves Dick to collect himself while he goes to unlock his door. ]