[ wash doesn't mean to sound demanding, but sometimes when he's caught between nerves and aggression, he can't help but react with force. maine is receptive, either way, shucking off his chest piece and gloves, and after a few moments of standing there and watching him, wash begins to follow suit.
fair's fair, after all.
he somehow manages to piece off his armor without fumbling awkwardly, even as he rushes through the motions. once he's stripped down to his undersuit, he's stepping close and pressing into the length of maine's body, raking his nails up his back. such awful fucking timing, is what he's thinking as he cups a hand over the nape of maine's neck and drags him down to bite a mark into his throat. horrible timing. the worst.
but, god, maine looks good, and wash doesn't often get the chance to be alone with him like this, away from the prying eyes of the other freelancers. ]
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fair's fair, after all.
he somehow manages to piece off his armor without fumbling awkwardly, even as he rushes through the motions. once he's stripped down to his undersuit, he's stepping close and pressing into the length of maine's body, raking his nails up his back. such awful fucking timing, is what he's thinking as he cups a hand over the nape of maine's neck and drags him down to bite a mark into his throat. horrible timing. the worst.
but, god, maine looks good, and wash doesn't often get the chance to be alone with him like this, away from the prying eyes of the other freelancers. ]