goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Giv'n me too much credit here, rookie." He murmurs against David's lips, hands infinitely gentle as the cradle his jaw. Like he's not hard and aching and it hasn't been forever. Like they've got all the time in the world. He drags his teeth over David's bottom lip and gives it a sucking tug before propping himself up on his elbows to get a good look at him. "It should. Or I'm not do'n it right."

"Credit where its due," Wash replies, barely above a whisper. Every breath, he can feel, every twitch of Taylor's lips. The scrape of teeth makes him moan, makes his breath come faster, and it would be so easy to demand more right now, make it fast and rough and hot. But he wants to savour this. Hold it to himself. The last good memory he'll get.

"This is very very right."

"What else do you want, Wash?" he'd honestly be content to roll his hips a little and keep kissing him for the rest of the night. Probably why he doesn't stop himself from leaning in and brushing his lips against David's again and again, soft little touches that catch the curve of lip, the corner of his mouth, the dip of his chin. "Tell me so I can make it good."

If this was all he could have, he could honestly be content with making out like teenagers all night. If they had all the time in the world, he probably would. It's difficult to think when Taylor is kissing him like that, driving thought out of his head with every movement, every press of his hips.

He catches York's face between his hands, holding him still for a moment just to give himself time to breath. And to kiss him again, taste his skin, explore the angle of his jaw. "How am I supposed to think when you're driving me crazy, Taylor?" He kisses him again, lets it linger. "I want... god, everything. But... you want to fuck me? That... I want that."

He goes still when David brings his hands up, letting him guide how this goes now that he's actually taking initiative. While he's more than happy to debauch David at his own pace- knowing what he wants? Helps. And this is more than good. "Mmm...well you're not supposed to."

More than a little proud that he's still got it, that he hasn't forgotten how to connect with another human being like this. "We got time for everything."

But that? God. That has him shivering, has his hips grinding forward with more than just lazy intent. "Gonna have to move a little." Give him room to work. To touch.

He gives a breathless laugh, kisses Taylor again and presses his face against his shoulder so he can nuzzle at his neck. Wants to leave a couple of marks of his own now he's more comfortable. "Promise?" he asks, a teasing note to his voice. It's not something he can promise but it's nice to imagine it, right?

He catches his breath, rocks his hips up to meet Taylor's, his skin already sweaty and flushed. "Whatever you want. Just... tell me where you want me."

"Promise. I'm not go'n anywhere." He's only been here a week but he's invested. These kids need a guide, these people have a good cause. Honestly he'd rather try for some kind of treaty since all out war just-

He hasn't been impressed with it. But he' a soldier, not a diplomat. Maybe Kimball will do better.

Pushing her out of his mind while he's got David so eager and warm and right fucking here is so damn easy. "I want you right where you are. Just gotta open your legs up for me baby."

It's a cheesy fucking line that he mitigates by nipping at the underside of David's jaw. "Gimme some room."

"Thanks," Wash says, and the relief is genuine. "I need you here. You remind me what I should be." Somehow York makes him human, makes him want to be human. It was easier being a bad guy.

He flahses a smile at the endearment, so cliche it hurts and he loves it all the same. Especially when it's followed by the scrape of York's teeth against his neck and the warm promise in his voice. He parts his legs wide, hands skimming against Taylor's sides. Just can't get enough of him.

"Then I'm not gonna head out anytime soon." He drops his lips to Wash's again, slow and sweet. "Not while you need me."

Bit of a weakness of his, being needed. Clair needed a second in command, he stepped up. The project needed a locksmith, hey, he signed on. It's something he probably should see a professional about but there's never really been any time. But now? Now he's got David like this, open and ready and it's a matter of skill to uncap the lube with one hand and get his fingers slick, but he's got enough practice to make it count. "Gonna be a little cold."

He warns, smoothing his slick hand from the crease of David's hip down and in.

He means it too. Makes Wash ache to hear it, but this could get addictive if he lets it. Someone who gives enough of a damn about him to stay. He kisses back, tongue dipping against Taylor's lips, savouring every second.

It is cold, and he gasps despite Taylor's warning, a startled little sound when he slides his fingers down over his hip, brushing against his cock and balls and further back. There's a sharp ache of anticipation; he needs this, wants it more than just about anything right now.

"Shhh, shh. I got you." He drops a kiss to David's shoulder as he rubs a little to open him up. Slowly crooks his finger to slide in. It's gentle- as gentle as he can make it since so much of their time together had been anything but. They'd been cold. They'd been unkind. They'd been cut and blown up and bruised and a map of it is written on each other's skin.

But this? This doesn't have to hurt.

"Yeah, I know," Wash replies, and his smile makes him look younger, like a decade got wiped off just by being here with someone who gave a damn about him as more than a killer. It stings a little, but that's barely enough to notice and Taylor is taking his time, working him open. He can relax here, bury himself in the taste of Taylor's skin beneath his lips, the feel of him beneath his hands.

"There you are. Hi." Strange thing to say when he's got Wash naked and open around his hand but at the same time this is the first moment where Wash has looked like himself. Young. Eager. Happy. "Missed you, rookie."

"Hi," Wash replies, his smile a little shy when Taylor is looking at him with such intensity. It's a little strange to have York saying that now, but he thinks he understands. He leans forward to kiss Taylor again. "Missed you too York. I really did."

"Well I'm here now, yeah?" He bumps their noses together- easy and teasing and this shouldn't be so damn serious. It's all good fun, right? No one's getting hurt here. Also it's a fine distraction for the slow press of his second finger crooking in, sliding deep.

"You big damn hero you," Wash replies, leaning in to press his forehead against Taylor's. "Coming in, sweeping impressionable young Freelancers off their feet."

He feels the press of Taylor's fingers inside him, but it's easy enough to distract himself, lean in for another kiss .

"Making the boys swoon and the girls sigh." All with the same slick grin like he's planned it all. Like this is normal- and for now? It is. Normal to be working Wash open little by little, stopping now and then to add more lube to his fingers because nothing sucks more than not being ready when you're so damn ready. After he's sure he's not feeling too much resistance he starts looking. Sliding his fingers around, looking for that catch that'll make David arc like lightening.

"You heart-breaker, you," Wash teased. It feels a little like it had back in the project. Easier somehow, just the two of them teasing each other, playing, like there's nothing real outside of what's in this room. They can take the time to make out, to explore, to enjoy each other. There's no war in this room.

He's worrying a mark into Taylor's neck when he feels it, something that makes him spark with pleasure, stops him breathing for a moment. "Damn," he says breathless and laughing, "a little warning?"

"Don't you know everyone loves a bad boy?" He snorts a soft laugh, rolling his fingers over that place again. It's a little like finding just the right gesture for a holographic lock, how it makes David light up. If there's oen thing he's always taken pride in it's making whoever he's with feel fantastic.

"Aw, but what's the fun in that?"

"If you were such a-ahhhh," he breaks off when Taylor rubs against that spot again, the one that makes his whole body light up with please, makes him tighten around Taylor's fingers. "Cheat," he says, unutterably fond.

"I take it back, You are the worst," he says, clinging to him. "Absolutely the baddest."

"Worst of all time?" Now that'd be an accomplishment. "Of course I cheat. how else am I gonna win?"

A few more slick, deep strokes before he's sure. Before he rolls the condom on and lines himself up for that first slow push in and he stops to press his lips to David's. "Ready?"

"Worst ever," Wash agrees. "And what happened to fair play and honour?"

Wash shifts to give him more room, doesn't let go of him though. He kisses back fervently, fingers scraping against the nape of Taylor's neck. "Yeah. So very ready."

"Overrated." There- they're both sure and comfortable and so damn ready- he shudders his way through the first few inches. Fights to keep them slow. To keep this gentle.

The first press of him drag a cry from Wash. Not pain, not by far, but relief, because he's so ready for this, needs it like air right now and he has to fight to keep from dragging Taylor closer, trying to get more all at once. "It's okay," he says, the words murmured against York's neck. "It's okay, I'm not gonna break."

"I got you. I got you-" And god does it feel good to be doing this again. TO slide home and be held in such tight heat, with Wash so goddamn receptive and responsive and it's- grounding is what it is. "S'good?"

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