That bite... that bite was enough to get him to rumble, to get him to feel something. Teeth bared themselves as he tipped his head back, halting only when the skin on his throat protested in a way that stopped adding to it and instead started to take away. Fuck. It seemed he was still human, even if he liked to pretend that he wasn't.

But then Wash was practically using him as a gag, and he couldn't help but smirk. Worth it. That was going to be his thought at the end of this, all of this, and that was good enough.

There was a companionable rumble at the admission, and Maine bucked his hips to signify that he was, too. It was always fun to feel Wash's body tense up, to feel the seconds before he was coming, all over Maine's hand and in his clothing. Warm. Sticky. Thick. A reward for the closest thing he'd get to a mission any time soon.

He might have laughed, if he wasn't waiting for the same thing. After Wash, it was just a matter of seconds, a minute tops with his labored breathing, quick, hitching, before he was coming, too, in the same place. And damn if he didn't care, because after laying there for a moment to calm down, he was simply kicking off pants and underwear alike.

It wasn't as if he was worried about sleeping naked. Anyone who had ever been in a locker room with him knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of.