When another kiss was pressed hard against his mouth, Wash responded very much in kind. The kiss was sweet, literally so, from the flavour of the smoothies they'd both had to drink, though Wash had the feeling that York's lips would taste sweet any time, no matter what he'd put in his mouth.
Heart beating fast, fluttering against his chest, he released a breath through parted lips when York moved off of them and onto his jaw. The comment had his face flushing an even more furious shade of red, embarrassed as hell by how hard he was already and having it commented on, but goddamn if he didn't like York talking to him like that.
"Nnnh..." Was about the only response he could get out, a quiet keening noise on a breath at the feel of the boy's lips against his jawline, those hands shoving his pants down, and--oh god, brushing over his underwear. Feeling like he might pass out or something, Wash leaned back a little, hands finding the ledge of the counter behind him, and used that to support himself as his eyes followed York dropping down to his knees. All he could do was watch, entranced and almost disbelieving as the younger man moved, pulling his underwear down, taking his cock, kissing it--
"Oh my god," Wash groaned, shutting his eyes tight as he felt those lips finally closing over the tip of his dick while a hand continued moving up and down along the length. Unable to close his mouth, it just hung open as he breathed harshly, fingers curling against the cool countertop. "I have." He admitted finally, feeling almost like the answer was being coerced out of him but he didn't even care at this point. "Fuck, ever since I first met you, I--nnnnnghh..."
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Date: 2014-08-05 08:53 am (UTC)Heart beating fast, fluttering against his chest, he released a breath through parted lips when York moved off of them and onto his jaw. The comment had his face flushing an even more furious shade of red, embarrassed as hell by how hard he was already and having it commented on, but goddamn if he didn't like York talking to him like that.
"Nnnh..." Was about the only response he could get out, a quiet keening noise on a breath at the feel of the boy's lips against his jawline, those hands shoving his pants down, and--oh god, brushing over his underwear. Feeling like he might pass out or something, Wash leaned back a little, hands finding the ledge of the counter behind him, and used that to support himself as his eyes followed York dropping down to his knees. All he could do was watch, entranced and almost disbelieving as the younger man moved, pulling his underwear down, taking his cock, kissing it--
"Oh my god," Wash groaned, shutting his eyes tight as he felt those lips finally closing over the tip of his dick while a hand continued moving up and down along the length. Unable to close his mouth, it just hung open as he breathed harshly, fingers curling against the cool countertop. "I have." He admitted finally, feeling almost like the answer was being coerced out of him but he didn't even care at this point. "Fuck, ever since I first met you, I--nnnnnghh..."