[God, he's almost done in just watching him strip down, a gooey handful of clay leaning into the kiss. He missed this so much. God the things he would do to keep Wash alone to himself like this. Just to keep him close and warm and all skin like this.
Christ, he doesn't even have his shirt off yet.
It's a flip that's switched - a month of holding back and now he can't break away.] 's great. Perfect. [He can't bring himself to pull away, kissing at Wash's jaw, neck. Pressing hands to his waist trying to get closer even as tired as he is.]
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Christ, he doesn't even have his shirt off yet.
It's a flip that's switched - a month of holding back and now he can't break away.] 's great. Perfect. [He can't bring himself to pull away, kissing at Wash's jaw, neck. Pressing hands to his waist trying to get closer even as tired as he is.]