He opens his mouth to say something in reply- something sarcastic or something smooth, but he's cut off by the sharp warmth of Wash's tongue. Hands have always been a thing for him- a mouth, a tongue on his? Flares an aching heat up in the pit of his gut. That's nothing compared to actually having David's mouth on him properly- his hips twitch forward, he has to close his eyes to focus on the sensations- lest the visual ruin him completely.