[Oh holy shit. Tucker looks a way Wash hasn't really ever seen him before -- this deep fucking need, like he's riding the knife-edge of starvation. Like he's keeping himself from pouncing on Wash and riding him hard, ram him against the ground.
So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
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So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
You want to move to bed now?