[ Dick has his full attention, now, in multiple ways. His eyes entirely fixed on him, drinking in everything about him, watching with a focused intensity that seems almost predatory, like he means to devour him whole. He's watching his every breath, feeling the way his chest rises and falls under his hand, counting what he can feel of his heartbeat -- and there's that confidence to it. Like nothing Dick does could possibly go unnoticed, like Wash already knows so much about him.
There are new things. He does notice the way Dick moves with confidence even like this -- interesting, something to file away for later. His voice, calm enough but not quite, that grin, and of course, what he's saying. ]
I do yoga. [ A slight hum, amused, his eyes dropping briefly to linger on his lips, further down to the curve of his throat. He shifts a little closer, using a foot to nudge against one of Dick's, enough to urge his legs apart -- so his other hand immediately slide down, palming up along the inside of his thigh. ] Might have to visit sometime.
Just another in a series of odd jobs?
[ His tone is perfectly even, to the extent that it's almost uncanny, even as he rolls his palm over the bulge of his cock. ]
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There are new things. He does notice the way Dick moves with confidence even like this -- interesting, something to file away for later. His voice, calm enough but not quite, that grin, and of course, what he's saying. ]
I do yoga. [ A slight hum, amused, his eyes dropping briefly to linger on his lips, further down to the curve of his throat. He shifts a little closer, using a foot to nudge against one of Dick's, enough to urge his legs apart -- so his other hand immediately slide down, palming up along the inside of his thigh. ] Might have to visit sometime.
Just another in a series of odd jobs?
[ His tone is perfectly even, to the extent that it's almost uncanny, even as he rolls his palm over the bulge of his cock. ]