We shouldn't. Wash had said that, when he was breathing against his neck, against the sensitive skin there, and while there was pain, it wasn't enough to stop. It just enough to make it...better, to make it more interesting than normal. And normal was fairly interesting on its own.
But Wash had said We shouldn't, not stop, so he rumbled a little grunt under his breath as his fingers slid lower, slowly south of navel and beneath the elastic line of his underwear. This wasn't strenuous. This wasn't difficult. If he couldn't move his fucking hand around, he had no business being in the project to start with.
Besides, something - maybe the half-hard cock his hand was going for - told him that Wash wasn't as invested in that single weak protest.
Fingers curled around the warm, awakening length, the large grip wrapping it as he squeezed a little, once, twice, before a slow stroke from base to tip and back down again. Wash had been right: this was going to be quick and dirty. No long lingering touches of fingers, no exploring, no trying to see how fucking loud Wash could get. This was doing it to do it, a reminder that he could do it, and didn't need to carted around with kid gloves anymore.
It had been a long time since he and Wash had anyway.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2016-06-05 04:10 pm (UTC)But Wash had said We shouldn't, not stop, so he rumbled a little grunt under his breath as his fingers slid lower, slowly south of navel and beneath the elastic line of his underwear. This wasn't strenuous. This wasn't difficult. If he couldn't move his fucking hand around, he had no business being in the project to start with.
Besides, something - maybe the half-hard cock his hand was going for - told him that Wash wasn't as invested in that single weak protest.
Fingers curled around the warm, awakening length, the large grip wrapping it as he squeezed a little, once, twice, before a slow stroke from base to tip and back down again. Wash had been right: this was going to be quick and dirty. No long lingering touches of fingers, no exploring, no trying to see how fucking loud Wash could get. This was doing it to do it, a reminder that he could do it, and didn't need to carted around with kid gloves anymore.
It had been a long time since he and Wash had anyway.
He hissed again, questioning. Stop?