There were very few people that were worried about hurting Maine, enemies notwithstanding. He could take it. He could take a lot of things, could handle bullets and knives, so fucking wasn't going break him apart. Fucking Wash especially, if only because Wash would be so worried about hurting him further.
Stop. Fuck, he didn't want to stop. Certainly didn't want to stop because of him, not when he knew he could take it.
His hand pulled out of Wash's clothes, listening as the elastic of his underwear snapped against softly against his skin. Lips found the other's throat, secretly loving the freckles; they were...cute Not that he would tell Wash that. Teeth bit at his neck, but teeth gave way to sucking, and soon he was leaving a mark on his throat. One. Two. He didn't know he was placing them in the same places that his own scars were. He wasn't deep enough to think about what it meant.
Instead, his newly freed hand followed the line of Wash's arm, his wrist, to where he was inside Maine's pants. He gripped the top of Wash's fingers, and pulled them away from his dick. Pulled them up towards his navel. Then pressed down and slid them under his underwear, down, down until Wash's hand was sandwiched between Maine's palm and Maine's impressively hard, bare cock. The skin of both were warm, and he rocked his hips up once,
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Date: 2016-06-11 06:12 am (UTC)Stop. Fuck, he didn't want to stop. Certainly didn't want to stop because of him, not when he knew he could take it.
His hand pulled out of Wash's clothes, listening as the elastic of his underwear snapped against softly against his skin. Lips found the other's throat, secretly loving the freckles; they were...cute Not that he would tell Wash that. Teeth bit at his neck, but teeth gave way to sucking, and soon he was leaving a mark on his throat. One. Two. He didn't know he was placing them in the same places that his own scars were. He wasn't deep enough to think about what it meant.
Instead, his newly freed hand followed the line of Wash's arm, his wrist, to where he was inside Maine's pants. He gripped the top of Wash's fingers, and pulled them away from his dick. Pulled them up towards his navel. Then pressed down and slid them under his underwear, down, down until Wash's hand was sandwiched between Maine's palm and Maine's impressively hard, bare cock. The skin of both were warm, and he rocked his hips up once,
The growl was low, but curious. Stop now?