He settles between Wash's thighs, biting and licking bruises from his throat to his navel, Carolina a distracting set of murmurs and soft hands, touching him, instructing him- apparently she's dreamed of this as much as he has. If not quite this way, specifically. He can't fault her. Wash is gorgeous every which way and has this look about him that makes people want to take care of him.

For Carolina and York it's a bit more thorough than most. He nudges her up to start kissing Wash, distracting him there while York slid off Wash's sweats and gets down to licking his cock, calculations and intuition going a mile a minute to leave him absolutely boneless.