[York raises a brow as it looks like Wash is going to speak, but when nothing comes out he just smirks. He steps closer, taking the other freelancers helmet and tossing it to join his on the bed to be picked up later. He shook his head, as if to say that Wash should just be quiet and not try to go against this.
York's hands slid up to cradle Washington's face, and he just looks down at him for a short moment before moving in, merging their lips together.
At first it's soft, but then after a quick moment he presses in with a little more pressure, shifting his lips slowly around Wash's.]