"Asshole merc, remember," Wash replies teasingly, as he gives his fingers a sharp twist inside Taylor's body. York had always been the one to make a joke at the worst of times, to take everything in stride, so dragging him apart like this, seeing him lose his composure... Wash loves it a bit.

He drag in a breath and stares when Taylor moves, rocking back against his fingers in a way that is pure need. Wash lets out a soft curse, squeezes Taylor's ass. "Ready for another?"