[ For some other people threat of being choked out would be just that -- a threat. For Dick, Wash already knows all too well, it's a dangle of something that's still a threat but closer to a reward, a frustration not at all unlike the way he's barely keeping enough pressure against his cock. He's so much bolder than he remembers, too, not that he was ever exactly meek in his memories but certainly not nearly this mouthy, but it's something that Wash decidedly likes.
Also impossible to not be intrigued by the secrets he clearly has. He feels the way his heartbeat slows, with a certain immediacy to it that has Wash sure that he wouldn't be feeling it if Dick didn't want him to. Like a silent hint that they're playing the same game, after all, that Wash isn't chasing after nothing. Probably more than just yoga -- though Wash does connect it to yoga regardless, because that is definitely some of the benefit Wash gets out of it. Meditative focus and control when he needs it.
The corner of his mouth quirks upward in response to that statement, but as Dick leans forward into that hand at his throat, Wash simply pulls it back, ever so slightly. Just enough to keep that pressure where he actually wants it. Even pulling back just a little more, enough to ease that pressure, to let his fingers brush teasingly against the underside of his chin. ]
Be good enough for me, Dick, and it'll be less about going home wearing my come -- [ he leans closer, folding his elbow and letting it rest against his front, his voice easing into something even lower, softer, a certain gleam in his eye ] -- and more about me keeping you here so you'll always be filled with it.
[ And then that hand on his throat does tighten. Sudden, sharp, but still a very precise amount of pressure, not quite enough to fully cut off his air just yet, but almost -- he'll be able to breathe and speak, with great effort, attempted gulps of air bubbling and bobbing under his palm. ]
Sorry. Richard. [ He leans closer still, enough that his breath fans across Dick's skin, his lips and teeth and tongue lingering around the sound of his name. His other hand still steadily cupped over his cock through his jeans, shifting just enough that he can start to pop open the button. ] You like when I call you Richard, don't you?
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Also impossible to not be intrigued by the secrets he clearly has. He feels the way his heartbeat slows, with a certain immediacy to it that has Wash sure that he wouldn't be feeling it if Dick didn't want him to. Like a silent hint that they're playing the same game, after all, that Wash isn't chasing after nothing. Probably more than just yoga -- though Wash does connect it to yoga regardless, because that is definitely some of the benefit Wash gets out of it. Meditative focus and control when he needs it.
The corner of his mouth quirks upward in response to that statement, but as Dick leans forward into that hand at his throat, Wash simply pulls it back, ever so slightly. Just enough to keep that pressure where he actually wants it. Even pulling back just a little more, enough to ease that pressure, to let his fingers brush teasingly against the underside of his chin. ]
Be good enough for me, Dick, and it'll be less about going home wearing my come -- [ he leans closer, folding his elbow and letting it rest against his front, his voice easing into something even lower, softer, a certain gleam in his eye ] -- and more about me keeping you here so you'll always be filled with it.
[ And then that hand on his throat does tighten. Sudden, sharp, but still a very precise amount of pressure, not quite enough to fully cut off his air just yet, but almost -- he'll be able to breathe and speak, with great effort, attempted gulps of air bubbling and bobbing under his palm. ]
Sorry. Richard. [ He leans closer still, enough that his breath fans across Dick's skin, his lips and teeth and tongue lingering around the sound of his name. His other hand still steadily cupped over his cock through his jeans, shifting just enough that he can start to pop open the button. ] You like when I call you Richard, don't you?