It's painful, the way Taylor is moving against him, painfully slow for both of them when Wash kind of wants to grab him and fuck him hard and fast. But no, no he needs this to last, to hold onto it for as long as possible. Taylor is hot and tight around him, and each movement sends sparks of pleasure right through him which settle in his stomach warmly. God, he can hardly breathe. He jerks his hips up to meet York as he slides back down, needing to feel him, not wanting to be apart even for a moment.