goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"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?"

There's a slow burn to it, the stretch and slide of York inside him. It's warmth and protection and it feels incredible. He closes his eyes for a moment, breathes in. "Yeah. It's amazing."

"Good. Okay-" He crackles a little laugh and nudges his nose along David's jaw, hips rolling sweet and slow. Gonna take his time with this. Make it good. Make it right.

It's a slow shift of Taylor's hips against his, a careful movement, making sure that it felt good. And it does. Wash's hands trail down Taylor's back. gripping his ass to pull him closer, encouraging him onwards. It's alright, he won't break. It's good, it's better than that and he wants this, wants York more than anything right now.

"Not in a hurry-" Not that it keeps him from rolling in harder, faster with the next stroke. Wash is solid in all the ways a woman isn't and it's been fucking years since anyone- and years more since he's done this with another man. Never enough time, never enough peace of mind. But all his usual worries just drop away as he lets his forehead rest against David's shoulder as he starts up a hard, driving rhythm.

The next thrust of York's hips is harder, rubs against just the right places inside to make him pant harshly and squirm against him. It's been too long since he was this close to someone. York's breath is hot against his shoulder, his skin slick with sweat where Wash is wrapped around him. It's real, more real than he thought was possible, like everything else since the Project has just been a bad movie and finally he can stop.

It's easy to fall into this- instinct and habit take over and leave him without a real need to think or calculate much of anything. There's no reason to show off, no tricks to pull, just the snap of his hips and the clench of David's body, the way their breaths roll across skin and hands skim across shoulders. It's good in a way he hasn't had in so goddamn long. "S'good?"

"It's good," David agrees, nuzzling his face against York's hair, blunt nails digging into York's back for a moment as he rocks harder, thrusts inside him. "For you?" he asks, because he wants that too. Wants Taylor happy, the joking laid back friend that he'd known in the Project. Or maybe the person beneath that. A little more real than Agent New York had been.

"Yeah-" Oh god it's more than good. It's hot and slick and perfect and even as each grind brings them closer there's still something missing- a depth he can't reach quite like this. Grunting he pulls back, arm scooping under David's back to pull him into his lap- a twist has him rolling until David's on top and he's settled back against the cushions. "Lean a little-"

The movement has his gasping, a strangled little noise of pleasure as Taylor shifts inside him in a whole new and interesting kind of way. He moves with Taylor, gets settled on his lap, looking down at him and that's a nice picture, really is. Has him grinning. It feels amazing. He leans forward, feels the shift of the heat inside him, deeper this way, a little more full.

"Oh jesus there we go." Taylor lets his head loll back against the pillows, hips working up in tight circles. He has the best ideas, clearly- and like this? He doesn't have to worry about crushing David. His hand skates up to cradle his jaw as he starts losing the rhythm, the ache in the pit of his stomach starting to string out into something bright and hot and blinding.

It's a little awkward to lean down quite so far, but he nuzzles against Taylor's hand for a moment, turns his head to press a kiss against his palm. He rocks his hips, matching the way that Taylor moves beneath him. There's a coiling heat in his belly, and even as Taylor's rhythm starts to become disjointed, David moves more quickly, driving them both onward.

At first it felt like he could stay here forever, now he's racing headlong for the finish- body curling up tight to hold more of David as he twists and thrusts, breath coming in great shuddering gasps as he tries to hang on long enough to get David off. When in doubt, and stimuli- he sneaks his free hand down to curl around David's cock and give it a squeeze, hand working slick and hard over the sensitive skin.

His breath comes more ragged now, and he can feel every muscle in his legs. Not exactly the way he usually works out after all. He pushes himself up for a moment only to press back down, trying to shove himself over that shining edge. Not quite, but so close. He jerks when Taylor wraps a hand around him, calloused fingers rough against his cock, hips seeking more. "Christ, Taylor... please..."

If he had enough thoughts left for words, he'd probably say something about anything David wanted- but words are the furthest thing from his mind right now. All he can focus on is the clench of David's muscles, the grip of his body, and the thick heat of his cock in his hand. He rolls his thumb across the crown as he grinds in harder, faster, trying to hang on with his nails till the last possible second.

It's enough, all of it, the prick of Taylor's nails against his hip, the heat of his hand and slide of his thumb against David's cock, the heat and pressure and slide of Taylor inside him. It sends him tumbling over the edge of his climax, breath ragged, words moreso, a string of curses and begging and desperation.

As talkative as York normally is- while in the thick of it and right here, on the cusp, crest, and rolling over in orgasm he's almost silent. Forehead pressed tight to David's shoulder as he locks up entirely, his entire body wracked with shudders. It's good. It's flying, falling, crashing as he goes limp against David's bedspread.

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