Yes, well, Wash was more invested in keeping Maine whole and hearty than say one of their enemies or even their fellow Freelancers. He cared for the larger man and enjoyed what they shared together.
Wash couldn't quite stifle the whine that bubbled up in his throat when Maine suddenly withdrew his hand from inside his pants. Sure, he'd said to stop and to his credit, the other Freelancer did just that but god dammit, did it suck? Even the minimal snap of the elastic in his underwear falling back into place against his skin felt more vivid and present thanks to how revved up he was.
The younger Freelancer all but moaned under the assault of Maine's mouth against his neck. His skin was already starting to turn red in places thanks to the application of teeth and suction until Washington's neck began to look like it had been chewed on by an angry badger.
Or in this case, a horny Freelancer.
He notably didn't put up much of a fight when Maine's huge paw-like hand closed around his and drew it first up and then back under the elastic of his underwear until he found it trapped between the hard length of Maine's cock and his equally warm hand.
Did this count as the proverbial trapped between a rock and a hard place Wash wondered quixotically to himself.
The combination of that inquiring sounding growl and the slide of Maine's dick rocking up against his palm when the other twitched his hips up grew a defeated groan from the blond man.
"This is a terrible idea." He muttered more to himself than Maine. "You're going to get hurt and then medical is going to get involved and I'm going to be the one who has to tell them you're recovery is set back for x-amount of time because we couldn't keep it in our pants." Wash sounded more grumpy the longer his diatribe continued but his fingers had wrapped around Maine's dick which was a plus and he was sliding them upwards towards the head in a slow, languid stroke.
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Date: 2016-06-12 01:17 am (UTC)Wash couldn't quite stifle the whine that bubbled up in his throat when Maine suddenly withdrew his hand from inside his pants. Sure, he'd said to stop and to his credit, the other Freelancer did just that but god dammit, did it suck? Even the minimal snap of the elastic in his underwear falling back into place against his skin felt more vivid and present thanks to how revved up he was.
The younger Freelancer all but moaned under the assault of Maine's mouth against his neck. His skin was already starting to turn red in places thanks to the application of teeth and suction until Washington's neck began to look like it had been chewed on by an angry badger.
Or in this case, a horny Freelancer.
He notably didn't put up much of a fight when Maine's huge paw-like hand closed around his and drew it first up and then back under the elastic of his underwear until he found it trapped between the hard length of Maine's cock and his equally warm hand.
Did this count as the proverbial trapped between a rock and a hard place Wash wondered quixotically to himself.
The combination of that inquiring sounding growl and the slide of Maine's dick rocking up against his palm when the other twitched his hips up grew a defeated groan from the blond man.
"This is a terrible idea." He muttered more to himself than Maine. "You're going to get hurt and then medical is going to get involved and I'm going to be the one who has to tell them you're recovery is set back for x-amount of time because we couldn't keep it in our pants." Wash sounded more grumpy the longer his diatribe continued but his fingers had wrapped around Maine's dick which was a plus and he was sliding them upwards towards the head in a slow, languid stroke.