God. [It's almost breathless, but Tucker nuzzles into his cheek, a bit of color in his eyes. Something there clicking back into place as they move together. It isn't much, but there's a bit of life back in the shadows of his eyes.] God, fuck yeah it does.
You've got way more stamina than me anyway. It'll work out.
Good. Perfect. [Wash is aware he sounds goofy, but he's riding that high, the knife-edge I'm about to get laid excitement. He feels like... a held breath. Waiting for it.]
Better get you ready, [Wash mumbles. Tucker's been too long without sex, but they still have to wait this little bit together, drag it out until the moment is just right. He kisses up his horn again, angling his hand to skate his thumb over Tucker's clit.]
You're killing me here. [If Wash is going to take his time while Tucker's this tired waiting, then he will too. He loosens his tail, just to get some slack, and rub against the shaft of Wash's cock between them.]
Did you really not know that's why I was holding out?
No. I really didn't. God, Tucker, I thought I did something wrong, I missed the hell out of... [being with you] out of this.
[his voice breaks on the words when tucker rolls his weight against his shaft. wash kicks his hips against him before he can stop himself, muffling a moan of tucker's name.]
Dude, when the hell have I ever been quiet when someone does something wrong?
[Ah but that. That's doing some good, the motions, the sounds. He opens his wings a bit, trying to get a better position but his knees just aren't in it. With a slow exhale, Tucker carefully pulls Wash's hand from under him to sit back on his thighs.]
[That gets a laugh out of Wash. Tucker's right, though. They have fights all the time, big and small -- if something had been wrong, they would have talked about it (or yelled about it). But hindsight is 20/20, and unimportant when they're fixing it now.]
Yeah? Did I? [Tucker's moving around almost like a pet circling their bed to try to find the comfiest spot. Wash tries to help, reorienting his hands to grab at Tucker's hips, pulling him up his thighs and against Wash's dick. Tucker's getting visibly impatient. Wash could tease him forever, now isn't the time.] Good to know. Won't try to stop the next one. [It's against his nature to be loud, but Tucker does love it.]
Good. [He kisses at Wash's jaw, inhales sharply feeling the warmth pressed up between them. He missed this. He missed it more than he'd care to admit aloud even to Church. He'd probably get laughed at for the sentimentality. But here? Here, it's okay. Tucker moves to mouth and teeth at his neck, pull at his shirt.
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You've got way more stamina than me anyway. It'll work out.
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Better get you ready, [Wash mumbles. Tucker's been too long without sex, but they still have to wait this little bit together, drag it out until the moment is just right. He kisses up his horn again, angling his hand to skate his thumb over Tucker's clit.]
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Did you really not know that's why I was holding out?
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[his voice breaks on the words when tucker rolls his weight against his shaft. wash kicks his hips against him before he can stop himself, muffling a moan of tucker's name.]
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[Ah but that. That's doing some good, the motions, the sounds. He opens his wings a bit, trying to get a better position but his knees just aren't in it. With a slow exhale, Tucker carefully pulls Wash's hand from under him to sit back on his thighs.]
...Sounded good just then.
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Yeah? Did I? [Tucker's moving around almost like a pet circling their bed to try to find the comfiest spot. Wash tries to help, reorienting his hands to grab at Tucker's hips, pulling him up his thighs and against Wash's dick. Tucker's getting visibly impatient. Wash could tease him forever, now isn't the time.] Good to know. Won't try to stop the next one. [It's against his nature to be loud, but Tucker does love it.]
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'Impatient' is about right.] Fuck, you're hot.