He'd known deep down that if he gave Maine an inch that he would take the whole damned mile. But it got hard to remember that and all of his other reservations when Maine was squeezing him so sweetly.

But the sight of that big, toothy grin that bordered right on the edge of looking savage had his dick twitching because holy shit. Maine looked downright feral when he grinned like that and Wash had forgotten it. Under normal circumstances, it might have even freaked him out a little bit but all the blood vacating his brain to center down around his cock had apparently made everything a little bit confusing because all it did was serve to turn him on even further.

He groaned into the sharp sting of Maine's teeth biting down on his lower lip. His breath stuttered and seized in his chest at the subtle tightening of those callused fingers around him and the answering long, slow stroke upwards.

Wash desperately leaned up to try and catch Maine's mouth in a kiss so that he could use it to muffle the sounds that threatened to bubble up in his throat. His own hand moved down the broad line of Maine's chest and over his belly so that he could at least return the favor.