[Dick stays right where he's put even after Wash turns away, blinking back a little of a pleasant kind of shell shock, hard and horny and somehow already frustrated. He stays put because his first and keenest impulse is to get on Wash's heels and press him straight up against the opposite wall.
Instead he lets out a rush of breath, one word a whisper at the end of it.]
Fuck.
[Then, finally, he rocks forward on his heels and follows at a trot, the impulse not quite gone, but on a leash for the moment. He's caught up to Wash by his apartment door, leaning in against him as he works the lock. He's lighter - a little giddier - that he was, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.]
So why do you still live in assigned housing? Nice neighbors? Hot neighbours? Just into the whole utilitarian thing?
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Instead he lets out a rush of breath, one word a whisper at the end of it.]
Fuck.
[Then, finally, he rocks forward on his heels and follows at a trot, the impulse not quite gone, but on a leash for the moment. He's caught up to Wash by his apartment door, leaning in against him as he works the lock. He's lighter - a little giddier - that he was, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.]
So why do you still live in assigned housing? Nice neighbors? Hot neighbours? Just into the whole utilitarian thing?