Wash gives a helpless, panting sort of laugh at that, which trails off quickly when Taylor starts moving again. Feels too good and all he can do is lie there and let him do what he wants. There's a kind of freedom in that that he enjoys more than he'd thought he would. He's a little in love with the way that the muscles in Taylor's thighs move when he raises himself up. Not that he gets much time to admire it when he lowers himself the next minute, wrenching a moan from him.