Wash's hands fist into the bedsheets, twisting them between his fingers as York sucked at the head of his dick. It was a harsh press of suction coupled with the tease of his tongue. Where the fuck did he learn how to do this? It's driving him crazy and it's not fair to make him lose his mind like this. He can't hold back for long. He's driven forward, hard, desperate, towards his orgasm, a strangled cry dragged out of him.