And then people would know, and they would talk, and the leaderboard would get more important and then and then and then...
Maine growled as he was felt that hand curl around him, fingers gripping, the movement of base to tip in something slow, something he was all about. Worry too much. Which was not a subtle thing that only he knew, but he thought with time, maybe Wash wouldn't. Maybe he'd calm down.
He hadn't yet, so Maine let it go. That over-thinking had saved his life a time or two, so how much could he really be mad?
There was a low hiss, an implied Faster mired between breaths and rattles, but he was careful to keep his hand curled around Wash's but not pulling it up or down. He wanted it to move on its own. He wanted Wash to set the speed even if all Maine wanted to do was just say fuck it and fuck him already. He was holding himself back based on the idea that Wash would be pissed if he didn't.
See? He could follow some directions.
But dammit if his free hand wasn't reaching overhead to grab and clutch to the issued metal bed railings, threatening to pull them off. He wanted him. He wanted this. He wanted everything Wash was willing to give him, which wasn't enough just yet. His teeth ground down, baring themselves as he closed his eyes.
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Date: 2016-06-12 09:55 pm (UTC)Maine growled as he was felt that hand curl around him, fingers gripping, the movement of base to tip in something slow, something he was all about. Worry too much. Which was not a subtle thing that only he knew, but he thought with time, maybe Wash wouldn't. Maybe he'd calm down.
He hadn't yet, so Maine let it go. That over-thinking had saved his life a time or two, so how much could he really be mad?
There was a low hiss, an implied Faster mired between breaths and rattles, but he was careful to keep his hand curled around Wash's but not pulling it up or down. He wanted it to move on its own. He wanted Wash to set the speed even if all Maine wanted to do was just say fuck it and fuck him already. He was holding himself back based on the idea that Wash would be pissed if he didn't.
See? He could follow some directions.
But dammit if his free hand wasn't reaching overhead to grab and clutch to the issued metal bed railings, threatening to pull them off. He wanted him. He wanted this. He wanted everything Wash was willing to give him, which wasn't enough just yet. His teeth ground down, baring themselves as he closed his eyes.