When York confirmed that he was indeed asking to do what Wash thought he was, the older man pursed his lips and flushed an even deeper shade of red. God, this was really happening? York was seriously asking, practically begging to give him a blowjob? Wash felt like he needed someone to pinch him, because it had to be a dream. Except it wasn't, this was seriously, honest to god happening. And like hell was he going to say no. God, he would have been okay if York had just done it without permission, if he was being completely honest.
Before he could actually get his answer out, however, he found York's mouth on his again, which he of course didn't mind at all. Closing his eyes as York rocked against him again, a low noise rose in the back of his throat, and he could feel his cock responding almost embarrassingly quickly. He was nearly completely hard already. But then, it wasn't every day that the hot young guy you had a crush on kissed you, touched you, and practically begged to suck you off, so it was unlikely anyone could blame him, right?
"Yeah," he breathed his answer finally, another groan on the verge of escaping just from the feel of those fingers moving toward the button of his jeans. His own hands crept upwards from the younger man's hips to a small way under his shirt, just wanting to get a feel of that stupidly perfect body before York went down on him. "God. Yeah, okay."
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Date: 2014-07-31 06:33 am (UTC)Before he could actually get his answer out, however, he found York's mouth on his again, which he of course didn't mind at all. Closing his eyes as York rocked against him again, a low noise rose in the back of his throat, and he could feel his cock responding almost embarrassingly quickly. He was nearly completely hard already. But then, it wasn't every day that the hot young guy you had a crush on kissed you, touched you, and practically begged to suck you off, so it was unlikely anyone could blame him, right?
"Yeah," he breathed his answer finally, another groan on the verge of escaping just from the feel of those fingers moving toward the button of his jeans. His own hands crept upwards from the younger man's hips to a small way under his shirt, just wanting to get a feel of that stupidly perfect body before York went down on him. "God. Yeah, okay."