"Don't be a dick." Wash grumbled into Maine's shoulder before biting down on it even through the thin material of his shirt lightly to further demonstrate his point.

In truth, the younger Freelancer was just too damned tired for marathon sex anyway. Getting off quick and fast sounded pretty good to him right now. Wash's breathing was becoming more and more unsteady as a groan worked its way up his throat.

He tried to muffle it against Maine's shoulder because he didn't want to risk any unwanted attention but it was hard to bite back on his sounds of pleasure when the taller man was digging his thumb into his slit and clearing it of the pre-cum which was steadily starting to leak out of his cock

The blond matched Maine's pace and soon enough he was stroking the other man closer to completion. "M'close," He mumbled and all it took was another couple of strokes before his dick was twitching in Maine's hand. He promptly made a mess inside of his underwear and all over Maine's hand.

Wash couldn't remember the last time he'd come in his own damned pants. What a damned mess.