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[goddamngrenades]

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Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"Right now- less clothes. You too, Carolina." York is already mostly naked- taking the time to get all the way naked is nothing. Less that a serpentine roll and a twist of the hip before he's bare and hard and tugging off Wash's sweats, skating his hands up under his shirt to peel it off, sparing a hand to do the same to Carolina. Probably not the best way to discipline them, but hey. It'll work.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Wash laughs and then wriggles to help York pull down his sweats. Carolina's hands are on his hips, helping to shove them down until they're lost somewhere in the room. The shirt is next, peeled off over his head until he's totally naked. It's a very different kind of nudity to that in the showers. He wants them to look this time, even if it makes him feel a little awkward. They've both seen everything, but it feels different.

He sits back and watches Carolina strip, tugging off her shirt to expose pert breasts and toned legs and strong muscles. It makes his mouth go dry.

Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"God. Damn." York has to lean back for a second just to look at them both. Making out and dressed? Ok, fine. Naked and gorgeous. "I'm...gonna need a minute."

More than one because jesus christ. Scars or not, marks of having survived or not- these are two of his favorite people, alive, naked, and wanting him.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Carolina rolls her eyes, but she's looking too. gaze trailing over them both. Wash isn't much different, looking between them like he can't believe that this is real.

Eventually Carolina leans in to capture York's lips in a hard kiss, one designed to remind him of where he is, that all of this is real.

Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"Mmph!" Right. This is a thing. He laughs against her lips, leaning in, hands sweeping up from hips to shoulders to hair, combing his fingers through all that gorgeous red. For however long, he's got this. He's got them.

And they've got him back just as hard.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Carolina leans into the touches, pressing York down against the bed as she straddles him. She's got him back. Something that she never thought she'd have. It doesn't make everything better, but it sure as hell helps.

Wash flops down next to York, taking his time to touch him while Carolina keeps him occupied.

Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"I think she's got a plan-" He huffs between kisses, leaning back and slipping a hand out to catch against Wash's skin. Shoulder, arm, wrist, hair- it doesn't matter as long as he's got something to ground him. A reminder that these aren't ghosts.

They've got scars, they've got wounds- but they're alive. Got hell to pay for what they've all done by hiding or trying to keep moving forward bu- they'll make it.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Wash laughs and then leans in when York reaches out towards him, encouraging his mostly blind search. His hand ends up in Wash's hair, scuffing against his scalp, and Wash nuzzles close, needing the contact as much as York does.

"Don't I always?" Carolina asks, smiling down at them both.