[The sound he makes is almost a whimper into his shoulder. Tucker rolls his hips down onto Wash's hand, shuddering at the attention and feeling Wash's dick against his skin. It's hot, and the skin to skin is great, and he's glad Wash still has his shirt on so he can have something to grip on to besides his tail.
Tucker's voice comes out quiet against him:] Still haven't said what you wanna do.
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Tucker's voice comes out quiet against him:] Still haven't said what you wanna do.