[ Wash has a few weapons stashed around to make sure there's always something within decent reach, mostly knives. He'd come in with a few of his favoured weapons, but those are a lot harder to come by and he keeps securely in his own room. He notes with interest how much Dick seems to take in the space, locking the door behind them, and isn't expecting when Dick offers to take his own.
A pause, a slight hum, equal parts approving and amused as he hands it over. What Dick actually says, too, that's also a surprise. Won't do anything he hasn't been told to, but won't hesitate to ask, either.
He takes his time to consider -- and makes no secret of what he's thinking about, in the meanwhile. His eyes flick down over his body, tracing shapes and lines he's memorized perfectly, mapped out with his mouth and tongue. How long he's quiet for seems to be deliberate, too, just enough where Dick really has to sit weigh the weight of his gaze, his eyes dragging over the length of his body as he looks back up to meet his eyes again.
Wash takes a step forward, reaching out to curve his hand under his jaw. ]
You're going to.
[ But he'll decide how. He apparently doesn't mind dick making requests, though.
He takes another step forward -- his hand sliding down to press against his chest. Pushing him back, further inside. ]
What was it you said you were doing for a living, now?
[ Just so casually, even as he ends up backing Dick against a wall, fingers splaying across his chest over his clothing when Dick ends up braced back against it. ]
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A pause, a slight hum, equal parts approving and amused as he hands it over. What Dick actually says, too, that's also a surprise. Won't do anything he hasn't been told to, but won't hesitate to ask, either.
He takes his time to consider -- and makes no secret of what he's thinking about, in the meanwhile. His eyes flick down over his body, tracing shapes and lines he's memorized perfectly, mapped out with his mouth and tongue. How long he's quiet for seems to be deliberate, too, just enough where Dick really has to sit weigh the weight of his gaze, his eyes dragging over the length of his body as he looks back up to meet his eyes again.
Wash takes a step forward, reaching out to curve his hand under his jaw. ]
You're going to.
[ But he'll decide how. He apparently doesn't mind dick making requests, though.
He takes another step forward -- his hand sliding down to press against his chest. Pushing him back, further inside. ]
What was it you said you were doing for a living, now?
[ Just so casually, even as he ends up backing Dick against a wall, fingers splaying across his chest over his clothing when Dick ends up braced back against it. ]