[Wash considers Tucker's wings, his cloven hooves, the tail, all nice extras. And Tucker's too damn clever with the tail in particular. It features in an uncomfortably large number of Wash's fantasies, now.
He can see Tucker struggling to try to find a good balance between being splayed out under Wash and his wings not too cramped up, though. Wash pulls his hands away for the moment, threading his fingers through Tucker's dreads instead.]
-- sorry. You can make them smaller, if it'd be more comfortable.
[He barely finishes the sentence before Tucker's grinding back against him. Wash shakes his head, as though trying to keep his thoughts straight. It's hard, when he's falling into the easy rhythm of sex.]
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He can see Tucker struggling to try to find a good balance between being splayed out under Wash and his wings not too cramped up, though. Wash pulls his hands away for the moment, threading his fingers through Tucker's dreads instead.]
-- sorry. You can make them smaller, if it'd be more comfortable.
[He barely finishes the sentence before Tucker's grinding back against him. Wash shakes his head, as though trying to keep his thoughts straight. It's hard, when he's falling into the easy rhythm of sex.]