[His skin shivers with the touches. Tucker almost trips being pulled up from the chair but he follows along, clinging to Wash's shirt for near-dear life. It keeps him steady for the moment, his eyes still glued to Wash's mouth while he talks.
He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 03:27 am (UTC)He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]