goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"No-one ever accused me of having good taste in men." Now there's a good way to get woken up properly. He slides back to where he'd been lying, tangles his hands into York's hair as the other man starts to kiss hiw way down his body.

"You have the best taste, shush." York tilts his head and bites at the angle of Wash's hipbone, licking the welt that comes after. "Say nice things about me or I'll quit."

"I'm pretty sure I remember you pretty strongly criticising my taste before." The bite makes him gasp, surprise rather than any real pain. "That is entirely unfair. That is blackmail."

"I am a scoundrel and a Villan, remember?" He snorts a soft laugh, licking his way to the other hipbone to repeat the process.

"You are absolutely both of those." He raises one leg, wraps it around York's waist. "You are a terrible person."

"What'd I say?" He'd been nuzzling his way to the base of Wash's cock but now, well. He just tucks his chin there and peers up the line of Wash's body, brows lifted, eyes all hurt innocence.

Wash glares at him, not fooled for one second by the innocent act. He was terrible at it. "I can't believe I let you do this to me," he mutters, dropping his head back down against the pillow. "Fine! You... you're really fucking hot and this feels good. Don't stop."

"Such language- but I'll take it." He smirks, tipping his head down to mouth his way down the length of Wash's cock, tongue sliding flat along the underside until he reaches the head. Hands braced on Wash's hips to hold him still he works his way down little by little, taking his time with this. At least till Wash stops talking then, well. He quits. Brows lifted, looking up at him all over again.

Wash growls at him, but that trails off into a gasp and a groan when York slide his tongue against his cock, working his way up in a series of licks and kisses. It's extremely thorough, all that concentration being lavished on Wash. And then..

He snarls and throws his arm across his face. "You- cockbite. For- You have great arms. Like... really great. And I am sure that anyone would want more after kissing you."

York pulls off with a wet pop. "That an insult or a request?"

Just to be a dick he does drag his teeth (lightly) along the skin of Wash's cock, careful to keep from catching on the head. It's a tentative thing, he hasn't worked out all what will work Wash up.

"Fuck."

There's a bit of a gasp to it, his eyes flying open as York's teeth graze along that really incredibly sensitive part of his anatomy. It shouldn't feel as good as it does. Anyone else and he'd probably have sent them flying by now. If he wasn't already getting hard, he is now. "I can't believe you."

"I'm not sure if that counts as a nice thing or not." He props his cheek on Wash's thigh, tonguing at the skin there while he watches that reaction just, roll up the length of his spine. Okay. So that's a good thing. Like he does with any other trick or catch in a lock- York exploits this.

Shamelessly.

He peels his lip back from his teeth enough that Wash could, if he wanted, watch him repeat the gesture- dragging from the skin just under his navel to the base of his cock in a long line all the way up to the head, stopping just shy to swap out for the tip of his tongue rolling around the far more sensitive skin instead.

"I swear to god Taylor..."

He pushes himself up a little on his elbows, just in time that he can see as York does it. It's not painful, just shy of that, promising it, a hint of something dangerous and it turns him on like crazy.

"Christ... Taylor..."

Well with an opening like that he can't NOT take advantage, York pulls away with a slick, wet sound and murmurs, completely straightfaced. "Don't swear to god. Swear to me."

Because what is being serious in bed mid-blowjob anyway?

Wash groans and gives York a sour look, but his lips curve up at the edges. "You are just asking for a lightning bolt to hit you, talking like that."

"Maybe a li'l." He snorts a laugh before getting back to it, teeth dragging oh so light, tongue laving over the skin afterward. Working Wash back up into that absolutely gorgeous desperation he'd had before.

"Forgive me York, for I have sinned..."

It is terrible, blasphemous, but if he'd ever been religious, it'd been knocked out of him a long time ago back in the Project. As it is, is makes him grin for the moment before York is back on him, forcing the breath from his lungs as pleasure sparks through him.

Okay that's kind of hot. He marks that on the list of things he didn't know about himself or about David for future reference (of course they'll be doing more of this in the future) and works his way down the length of him in slow, measured bobs. The angle's not ideal for getting more of him in his throat but it's more than enough to swallow around him and to keep adding the edge of his teeth here and there. Dangerous little surprises.

York's mouth is hot and wet and the most fucking perfect thing he's ever felt. Wash squirms beneath him, breath starting to come in desperate little gasps as York goes down on him. Each bob of his head pushes Wash further towards the edge, makes heat pool in his belly and his groin, sends his hips jerking up towards that hot mouth.

York slips one hand up to rest light and easy against Wash's stomach, rubbing small circles into the skin there as he works his head up and down, pulling back to suck hard at the head of his cock. He pulls out every dirty trick he's ever learned, every flick of the tongue, every deep throated hum, anything that ever worked on him. Works Wash hard and fast in his mouth, waiting for the tell tale twitches of his orgasm.

Wash's hands fist into the bedsheets, twisting them between his fingers as York sucked at the head of his dick. It was a harsh press of suction coupled with the tease of his tongue. Where the fuck did he learn how to do this? It's driving him crazy and it's not fair to make him lose his mind like this. He can't hold back for long. He's driven forward, hard, desperate, towards his orgasm, a strangled cry dragged out of him.

There it is. York swallows it down with a grimace- it's been awhile since he's done this but spitting is just impolite and it's better than a mouthful of blood. He pulls off when the last of it's done, licking Wash clean before crawling back up to flop down next to him. "HOw's that for a 'good morning?"

He feels weak and drained in the best possible way once York is done with him. The focussed attention of York's tongue against his sensitive flesh is more intense now somehow, makes him whine , and then he gives York a dazed, but sated sort of look. He rolls over, throws an arm over York's chest.

"How the fuck am I supposed to go to work after that?"

"Maybe take a day off? Sleep in and relax a little." God knows Wash probably needs to. "I gotta wash up and run drills with the kids, though. So you can stay here, sleep and watch some movies or somth'n till I get back. Cool?"

Wash gives him a thoroughly sceptical look. "I can't do that." That's his first reaction, the instinct. He doesn't take days off. He isn't sure that he remembers how to take time off. He works, he trains, he sleeps. He presses closer to York side, unwilling to let him go yet. "Run away with me," he says impulsively. It's mostly a joke. "Let's just... run away. Other side of the planet. Hole up somewhere. Do whatever we want."

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