"You and me both." He leans in, licking a line from Wash's collar to his throat, nibbling on his earlobe once he reaches it. "Course it feels good. I'm the one doing it."

Light and easy, he needs this to be light and easy so he won't do the usual dumb York bullshit of falling in head over ass. They don't need that. Not now. "Nothing to defend against here. Just you and me."