goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"What, you think you're the only one who picked up a few tricks on shore leave?" he says. He presses a brief kiss to Taylor's lips and then slides down to his knees and peers up at him, his grin nothing short of wicked.

"When did we leave you alone long enough for you to pick 'em up?" He sags back against the bed, hands sliding from David's waist to his shoulders to his jaw, cradling his face. That's a smile he could get used to seeing more often and he'd be lying if it didn't make him just as hard as everything else about him.

"Plenty of times you were too drunk to notice." He leans into the touch where Taylor cradles his jaw, smile never fading, then turns his head slightly to press a kiss against his palm.

"Clearly I wasn't paying you enough attention." But that could be said of anyone- as knotted up as he'd been about Carolina he'd missed- well. A lot of things. But not anymore. It's just them, the slide of his thumb across David's bottom lip, the heat building between them. "Impress me, Rookie."

"Obviously you were distracted." He flicks his tongue out against Taylor's thumb, tasting the pad of it. There's one more flash of a grin and then Wash leans in and licks deliberately against the head of Taylor's cock.

He opens his mouth to say something in reply- something sarcastic or something smooth, but he's cut off by the sharp warmth of Wash's tongue. Hands have always been a thing for him- a mouth, a tongue on his? Flares an aching heat up in the pit of his gut. That's nothing compared to actually having David's mouth on him properly- his hips twitch forward, he has to close his eyes to focus on the sensations- lest the visual ruin him completely.

There's something to that, something that Wash notes and hides away in the back of his mind, like he'll ever get a chance to use it. But for now, Taylor's cock is against his lips and he teases the slit for a moment before licking a long line from there downwards, face pressed against the firm places of his belly.

If asked Taylor will say he didn't whine at the rasp of David's tongue. He doesn't WHINE. He. Moans in an erotic fashion. But he does in fact whine a little, head lolling back as he sucks in a shaky breath. The hands still cradling David's face smooth back through his hair, petting along his scalp. Guiding, encouraging- never holding. Never any semblance of restraint, ever.

That noise... god, he'd never imagined that he could get that kind of noise from Taylor, but now that he's heard it, he just wants more. He takes a moment to look up at him, head thrown back in pleasure. It's an amazing sight. He teases his way back along the length of his dick and then takes the head into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Riding him, tonight is gonna end with him riding David- he fights to keep his composure long enough to not lose his shit immediately. That mouth, that fucking smart mouth is on his cock and he can't bring himself to look at it. If he does he'll come embarrassingly quick, he's sure of it. That suck earns another high- almost pained- shuddering twist of sound that might be scraps of Wash's name.

He could learn to live for this. He could wake up to it, fall asleep to it. Spend his days wrapped up in Taylor and it makes him ache how much he wants it. He curls his tongue around the head and slides down, taking him in inch by inch until he feels the press against the back of his throat.

Normally steady hands are trembling as they comb through David's hair- overcome by such intense sensation. It's gentle- it's hot and warm and real in ways he hasn't had for so long- the night before had been an awakening of a greater need that comes from being human. From being alive- to have David here like this is driving him slowly mad in all the best ways. "Easy- babe- easy."

He doesn't want to go easy. He wants to drag Taylor over the edge, see him come undone, and know that he did that. He swallows around Taylor's erection and sucks hard, one hand coming up to rest against Taylor's thigh, squeezing to keep him focussed on what Wash was doing.

"Oh that's not fair-" He shouldn't be surprised by that but he is just enough to have his voice crack around the muttered curse the next suck causes. He can't be anywhere but here and now, thighs trembling, head lolling, breath coming in sharp pants. He wants to and can't hold off, not when he's working so damn hard around him. Not with that slick wet heat, not when he cracks his eyes open and sees David looking up at him with his mouth stretched shiny and sinful around his cock. "Jesus christ-"

He has to laugh at that. Which probably makes the problem worse, for Taylor at least, sending vibrations up along the length of his cock. He looks gorgeous like this. He can't stop staring. Wants to burn it into his memory, especially when Taylor looks down at him. He grasps the base of Taylor's cock, holding it which he sucks again, working him higher and higher.

"Fff-" Oh christ that was better AND worse, he's not gonna last much longer at this rate. he's got the sneaking suspicion that David doesn't want him to and if that's the game? He's winning. Or losing. Either way, orgasm is imminent. He shudders his way through the next few passes, breath high and tight in his chest, huffed out around soft half sobbed 'uhn, uhn, uhn's that crackle at the backend. Body drawn tight he locks up, light bursting behind his eyes, hands going tight in David's hair as his head lolls back and he spurts hot and slick in David's mouth.

He wants to watch Taylor unwind and he wants to be the one to cause it. His fingers dig harder in Taylor's thigh, squeezing as he sucks, with the same sort of determination that he'd normally put into training. He moans softly in response to the noises that he's making, tries to drag it out as much as he can, but in the end...

He feels Taylor tense, the muscles in his thighs and stomach standing out, and then he comes. It surprises him at first, makes him choke a little, but then he swallows, keeps sucking around York to milk out every moment.

He sags immediately afterward, flopping back onto the bed and whimpering as David keeps on keeping on long after it's gone from 'ohgodyes' to 'oh god too much'. He whines and tries to twitch away, too exhausted to actually move- even while he hooks a leg behind David's back to tug him in close.

Words aren't a thing right now, but that was amazing.

He keeps going until Taylor is soft in his mouth, and even then, can't resist a last lick at the softening flesh. He only pulls away when Taylor hooks a leg around him, and then he climbs up onto the bed, sprawling on top of Taylor and nuzzling at his throat. "Good?"

"fuck'namaz'n." He manages, arms going around David's shoulders by reflex, fingers combing through his hair. Beautiful. The kid is gorgeous when he's like this- so much better than the hollowed out merc he'd met on the first day. "Mmmm. Gimme. Gimme a bit an then Imma ride you."

He curls against Taylor's side, an arm thrown carelessly over his chest. Taylor's skin is sweat-slick and Wash flicks out his tongue against his shoulder, tasting salt. His breath catches at the words, eyes going wide and dark as he imagines that. "Christ Taylor..."

"Said I wanted to. Meant it." Wasn't just an idle tease, even if the brush of Wash's tongue makes him twitch and shiver. Not quite up for that second round yet but he can touch and be touched. Slide sweat slick palms up and down David's back. Squeeze his hips. Play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Whatever you want," he replies, breathless, and grins against Taylor's skin. "Not gonna hear a complaint from me." The hands on his body feel amazing, leaving him sensitive and warm. "Starting to think I should let my hair grow out longer, way you like playing with it."

"Helmet hair, tho." He mumbles, curling and tangling their limbs together. Sure, David's still wearing his jeans but it's kind of cozy, the fabric on his skin, the warmth of a mouth against his shoulder while he's still buzzing with the aftershocks.

"Maybe I won't need a helmet. Some day." In that imaginary life where this all works out. Where he gets to retire to a beach house with Taylor and forget that Freelancer ever existed.

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