"Credit where its due," Wash replies, barely above a whisper. Every breath, he can feel, every twitch of Taylor's lips. The scrape of teeth makes him moan, makes his breath come faster, and it would be so easy to demand more right now, make it fast and rough and hot. But he wants to savour this. Hold it to himself. The last good memory he'll get.
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"This is very very right."