Wash muffles a groan against York’s mouth as he feels the bulge press against his thigh, and when he draws back for breath he smirks right back down at him. To be honest, kissing York is more fun than he thought it would be — every teasing lick, every bite just gets thrown right back at him, and he wouldn’t mind spending time exploring nothing more than his mouth. But York’s been patient, obedient, and Wash is only too happy to reward him.
He drags his lips down York’s jaw as he slides his hands down over his sides, and he bites in just above the edge of his collarbone, lips closing tight to suck another mark. His thumbs flick over York’s nipples as he makes his way down, pressing warm, searching kisses down his chest, and his fingers spread over firm muscles, toned from life in the wastes.
The more time they spend together, the more York seems to hit every last one of his buttons. He smirks up at him from around his navel and slides a palm down to cup York through his pants. Lets him strain against the material, try and grind up against him. Ready as he is to get another taste, he has no intention of letting things go as quickly as they did last night. “Mmm. Knew you’d be this hard. Wanted me that bad, huh?”
York sinks into the bed just enjoying Wash’s touch and the feeling of being explored, groaning as Wash’s hand curls around him and tilting his hips up almost involuntarily. God it feels good to finally be touched, even through his uncomfortably restrictive fatigues, which, he thinks, Wash really should be getting about ready to tear them off him.
But no, Wash is taking the opportunity to tease him instead and York’s got a feeling that probably serves him right for earlier, and a shiver of anticipation runs down his spine thinking of what Wash can do to him, what he’s going to do. He meets those commanding gray eyes as he grins and shoots back, “Why don’t you get these off me and find out, huh?” Manages to keep the needy edge out of his voice. Mostly.
And Now, The Sex.
it only took what, nearly 50,000 words and two days of knowing each other?
good job, kids. good fucking job.