He wraps his fingers around Taylor's twining them together so he's as much holding him there, as Taylor is holding him down. The air is thick, heavy between them, and all he can do is curse and moan and whine because he's so close and Taylor is so hot, so perfect. His heart is pounding, a heavy rhythm. He's sure that the entire camp will be able to hear it. Doesn't care. How can he?

"Oh Christ," Wash groans when Taylor comes, and he tightens up around Wash's cock as he does, like Wash can feel every shudder that makes its way through him.