Wash gives a low groan and rocks against York's hand, desperate for more of that touch. He presses his lips fervently against York's neck, desperate kisses against his skin. He just needs the reminder that they're here, that this is real and maybe he has another chance.
Carolina lets the kiss linger, her own hand curling against the back of York's neck to hold him. "You're wearing too much York."
Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies
Carolina lets the kiss linger, her own hand curling against the back of York's neck to hold him. "You're wearing too much York."