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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"It was amazing. I was incoherent for awhile after- I kinda like this more. Means I can do it more often." As often as he wants instead of once in a lifetime.

[beforeblue]

"Well, we get through this, we can do it as often as you want," Wash says, flicking his tongue out against the sore spot he's sucked. "Beach house. Get food ordered in. We don't even have to go outside."

[goddamngrenades]

"God, that'll be the best reward ever." Something they've both earned, something to look forward to even as he grinds his hips back.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah, it really will be." He makes a pleased noise, feeling the first stirrings of renewed arousal when York grinds back against him.

[goddamngrenades]

"Up for another round?" Last one. Just- something quick, something where David sets the pace- he's still loose and easy from last time.

[beforeblue]

"Oh god yes," Wash replies. Anything to drag tonight out for as long as he could. "Can't get enough of this."

[goddamngrenades]

Easy as anything he turns to face the wall, bracing his forearms against the tile. "What're you waiting for, mm?"

[beforeblue]

Wash moans when York does that, but holds himself back. "You sure that's okay? I don't want to hurt you." And he has not exactly had a whole lot of experience.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm still lubed up and good from before. Just start slow and I'll let you know how it's going." He peers at him over his shoulder, smile wide. "Or you can start with your fingers again. That was fun."

[beforeblue]

He darts in for a kiss, both hands clasping York's face to hold him still. It's an impulsive gesture, full of need and want. He pulls away only slowly, lips lingering to kiss the corner of his mouth again.

[goddamngrenades]

The angle's strange but he leans into it anyway, parts his lips for Wash and all his eager desperation. It's intensely flattering and really- really fuck'n attractive on him. THe last little kiss is sweet. He'd always thought the kid would be sweet.

[beforeblue]

"Way too good for me," Wash murmurs before he pulls away entirely. At least for a moment. Really he just slides back behind York, kisses the back of his neck carefully. He slips a hand between York's legs, pressing two fingers into him. He's still slick inside, makes it easier.

[goddamngrenades]

He turns back to face the wall, back arching sharply at that press. For a moment it's almost too much - then he's rolling back down against Wash's fingers, shivering through the first few passes. "Ughgodyeah."

[beforeblue]

Wash stops, his free hand smoothing over York's hip as he gives him time to adjust. And then he's pressing down against Wash's fingers. He can already tell that this isn't going to take long for either of them. He's hard already, wants to be pressed inside York. He tries to take it slow though, strokes his fingers inside York, stretching him out again.

[goddamngrenades]

Words fail him quicker this time, still stinging and shivery sensitive from the first ride. HIs head hangs low as he pants against the tile, every breath a low moan. More. God, more.

[beforeblue]

He wants him so much. Ends up rubbing against his ass while he fingerfucks York. He could easily come just like this but he wants more. He nuzzles the spot behind York's ear. "You ready?"

[goddamngrenades]

Asking him shit when he's like this isn't FAIR, he can't words! But he does loll his head back against David's shoulder, rocks his hips and tries to nod. Whines- actually, openly whines for more.

[beforeblue]

If Wash wasn't so desperate himself, he would laugh at hearing that noise from Taylor. Instead he just lets out a groan of his own. He presses his cheek against Taylor's and guides himself inside as slowly as he can manage when really what he wants to do is sink inside all at once.

[goddamngrenades]

Slow. Slow and slick and fucking perfect, he shivers against the wall, forcing himself to keep relaxed. It's- perfect is what it is. Hard and hot and real and he pushes back, molds his body against David's, hooking his arm behind David's head to hold him there.

[beforeblue]

He already trembling from the heat of it. Taylor is a line of warmth against him; he can feel the way he shivers, the shifting of his muscles/ Taylor's hand curls into his hair, holding him in place until he sinks finally to the hilt inside him.

[goddamngrenades]

"Haa-" WOrds? Nope. Just breathless sighs and quiet moans that become less quiet the deeper David sinks. If anyone even walks BY the showers they're gonna get a show, it's all hard surfaces and nothing really suited to muffle them.

[beforeblue]

As far as he's concerned, the rest of the camp, the rest of the planet, might not exist right now. There's just him and Taylor and heat and friction and the way Taylor moans. He rests there for a long moment, remembering how breathing is supposed to work, and then slowly starts to withdraw.

[goddamngrenades]

The bottom drops out of his voice on the withdraw, dipping it down a half octave- something thick and sweet and hot wrapped around David's name. Whoever's on watch is gonna have a fun time trying to place that. Impatient and needy he rolls his hips back, trying to get him in again.

[beforeblue]

Wash groans. God he's never heard his name said like that and he loves it. "Oh god Taylor..." Doing these things to him that make it so hard to focus on anything else. He doesn't push in straight away, holds himself there, lets the anticipation wash over him, and then slowly starts to thrust into Taylor again.

[goddamngrenades]

He had half a mind to smirk- well. A quarter of a mind. An eighth. The rest is knotted up in the steady drag of David's cock out of him and the inevitable slow press inside. The moments he has to spend waiting for something have him growling, that same snarling noise he'd made when David tried to touch him, to take control.