goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

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.

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.

"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.

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."

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This time Wash is just as eager to get moving at Taylor wants him to be. He presses fully inside and starts moving again almost immediately. Slow at first, but speeding up as he gains confidence from the hot little noises that he drags out of the other man. They mingle with his own, moans and pants as he fucks him.

God now this? This is fucking. This is hard and fast and just on this edge of desperate and he is shaking under the force of it- grinding back against David's thrust when he can manage the leverage, bowing under every shove forward with a high, tight whine. It's good and almost too much and just on this side of too rough and he loves it. He'll be feeling it for days and that's what he wants, what he needs.

Any sense of decorum is gone now. His thrusts are hard and fast, past the line and into desperate. He mouths helplessly against Taylor's bare shoulder, lapping at the water from the shower. He's not gonna last long. He slides a hand around to grasp hold of York's cock, giving a slow stroke.

The first touch of David's hand has him locking up, shuddering out a crackling moan of his name, and spilling into his palm. Too much, too good, too perfect in all the best ways. He goes limp against David's body, panting, harsh and loud in the otherwise still bathroom.

"Oh fuck," Wash gasps, and he goes still for a moment, feeling every shudder that Taylor makes right through to his cock. He'd come, just like that. Wash wraps his free arm around him, holding him tightly as he starts to move again. He's close, so close, and all it takes is a few thrusts before Wash comes, his groans of pleasure muffled against Taylor's shoulder. His harsh breathing is impossible to miss though, pressed hard as he is against Taylor's body.

Perfect. Fucking- perfect. He whines under his breath, rolling back against David for those last few, too hard thrusts, all but collapsing against the tile afterward. His legs are jelly. Sleeping tonight is gonna be fucking easy- which was kind of the goal.

Wash ends up shuddering against him, almost dead weight for a moment before he remembers how to stand up, breathe, all those little things. He still remains leaning against Taylor, face buried against the back of his neck until he has the energy to step away and pull out of him. "You okay?"

"Mmnn..." Words. Words are not a thing. Nor is moving. He is just a lump against the tile.

Wash chuckles softly, and he stays leaning against York's body comfortably for a few moments more. "I..." There's so much he wants to say and he settles for kissing the back of his neck. "You're amazing."

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