goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Way more than I care to remember," Wash replies. Because being trapped inside a tiny pod being dropped onto a planet from orbit had never been his favourite thing. It had been downright terrifying. But that's over now. Will be over. He wishes it was all over, that they could just fight this fight and then retire.

He squeezes Taylor's thigh for a moment, fiddling with the cap of the bottle, even as he bangs his head against the pillow. "Impatient there."

"Been thinking about this all." He tips his head down to bite at David's jaw, sucking on the skin between his teeth. "Damn-"

Another bite, higher, the skin just under his ear.

"Day." He ends with a not so gentle tug to his earlobe, teasing the skin with his teeth. "And I'm tired of waiting."

Wash makes a pleased noise, and the feeling of York's lips against his jaw stall his movement for a few moments as he's left pleasantly sensitive by his teeth and tongue. "Fuck, you need to stop distracting me if you want this. I can't think when you're teasing me like this."

"C'mon, how hard is it?" He leans away, hands braced against David's chest to give him a whole lot to look at and keep himself from distracting David with more bites and kisses. "Get me ready for you. I wanna feel you."

"I think you underestimate how distracting you are," Wash replies, giving him that sweet smile again. He squeezes a good amount of lube onto his fingers and slides them down over the curve of Taylor's ass to press against him. They circle for a moment and then he presses one finger inside slowly.

"Maybe just a li'l- ooh..." Taylor's eyes drop half closed, teeth dragging over his bottom lip as he molds himself against David's body, relaxes around the slow press of his finger. It's been so damn long- so long. But it feels so fucking good. "There we go."

Now that's a reaction. He's never seen Taylor like this before and he... he really likes it. He wants to drag it out, but he's torn between that and wanting to have Taylor ride him as quickly as possible. He's careful, maybe too careful as he crooks his fingers inside Taylor's body, taking his time over it to see what kind of reactions he can wring out of the other man.

It's one of the few ways to get him to shut up, really. There are no more words that he can put together aside from half hitched little sighs of David's name, hips rolling back on instinct to get those fingers to press where he wants them. Needs them. Hard and aching against the crease of David's thigh but he's too busy rolling backwards to get any kind of friction on his dick.

He keeps teasing him for a moment longer and then slides out to add more lube. "Have I finally figured out how to keep you quiet?" he asks with some amusement, his lips pressed against Taylor's hair. He slides a second finger inside him, spreading them, his free hand going to grab his hip and hold him still for a moment.

Taylor manages something of a snarl, something that might've been 'shut it' if he had the words for that- without it's more of a low sinister growl that tapers out into a sharp whine at the stretch and burn. He definitely glares at David when he keeps him from chasing the sensation.

Wash laughs at that, his expression entirely wicked. Perhaps he's being cruel, but there's something intoxicating about making Taylor snarl and whine without being able to do anything about it. Or at least, not wanting to do anything about it. "Not helping your case there."

He stretches him carefully and only then allows Taylor to move again, coaxing him with a hand against his backside.

"Jackass-" It takes every iota of brainpower he has to growl that out- all he can do after is turn enough to bite down on the nearest patch of skin of David's that he can reach. Course the next slick twist of his fingers makes the bite a soft, open mouthed kiss wrapped around another low whine. Not his fault he's kind of a slut for this. He enjoys it. No shame in that. Definitely no shame in holding himself up with his hands and slowly fucking himself back onto David's fingers for a few moments, just to relish the burn.

"Asshole merc, remember," Wash replies teasingly, as he gives his fingers a sharp twist inside Taylor's body. York had always been the one to make a joke at the worst of times, to take everything in stride, so dragging him apart like this, seeing him lose his composure... Wash loves it a bit.

He drag in a breath and stares when Taylor moves, rocking back against his fingers in a way that is pure need. Wash lets out a soft curse, squeezes Taylor's ass. "Ready for another?"

No words left to say 'please' but he can nod. Does not. Emphatically. Nod and roll back with another low moan, eyes dark and hot and locked onto David's. It's not the only way to shut him up- just the easiest. And just cus he's not talking don't mean he's not making noise. Every twist gets another shudder. Every curl another sigh.

Well, that's as clear as it could be. Like the searing heat in Taylor's eyes isn't tip-off enough. He pulls his fingers out completely, taking it slowly, and then presses inside with three. He presses them deeper this time, seeking out that spot, because he wants nothing more to see how Taylor reactions.

Three. God three and he keens like a dying thing. High and drawn out and needy, every muscle in his body locked up against the burn. But it's good. It's hard and it's bright and it's right there where he needs it.

Wash gives a breathless laugh, curls his hand against Taylor's arse and tugs him forward, pulling him flush against Wash's body again. If it makes him lose what little leverage he has, yeah, that's fine with Wash. He keeps moving his fingers, scissoring them inside him, slow then fast. "Love hearing you like this."

The tug jerks the fingers inside him against something amazing and then David stops fucking around and starts fucking him properly with his fingers. His head lolls down on his shoulders, mouth hanging open around soft twists of sound, little hnn hnn hnns that are hot and wet and damp and needy. If he wasn't aching for it before he sure as hell is now.

Oh Christ, that noise, the way he jerks. God, if he wasn't hard before, that would be enough to do him in. He's done this, driven Taylor to this state. He presses his cheek against Taylor's lips ghosting over it, along the shell of his ear. "You ready for me?"

All damn day he thought of this. All damn day he wanted this and now it's here and David is asking if he's READY? He comes back to himself enough to level a glare at him, shifting his weight to one hand so he can reach back and grab David by the dick and start guiding him where he needs to be, fingers still knuckle deep in him or no.

Somehow, Wash manages not to laugh at the look that Taylor shoots him. Doesn't get much of a chance, not when the next moment Taylor is grabbing him, grabbing his dick and fuck that is totally not fair to use as a handhold. Fucking Grappling hooks are also off the table.

He slides his fingers out, wriggles into position beneath Taylor and grips his hips hard.

If he didn't want York to get ahold of him he shouldn't have been a little asshole about getting him ready. It's all too easy to guide David home, going still at the first solid stretch of a burn and shivering his way through the next few inches. It's all he can take to start- shuddering and breathing hard.

It's Wash's turn to cry out when Taylor settles down against him. He slides inside, and it's perfect hot friction. Wash's head thumps back onto the pillow, mouth open as he pants, each inch sliding into him. He can feel Taylor trembling above him, and he slides his hands up his thighs, slick with sweat.

Easy, easy, he's mouthing to Wash as he slowly grinds his way down, inch by inch, trembling and tense and aching but so goddamn full. So goddamn perfect. He moans as soon as he's got all of David in him. Leans back enough to post, like riding a motorcycle, like riding a horse, slowly lifting himself up and down on David's dick. Easy, nice and slow to start.

It's payback, he's sure of it, because he's the one laid out now, helpless and gasping while Taylor moves against him. Wash grips his hips still, more to have something to keep him grounded than from any ability to guide Taylor's motions. His fingers tense and squeeze in time with his movements, loosening when he rises up only to grip hard when he sinks back down onto Wash's cock. He opens his eyes a crack, watches with rapture as York rides him, feels like he can see every slick trail of sweat, every corded muscle and tendon and it's so perfect.

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