[ Wash wouldn't have noticed any hesitation anyway, being more preoccupied with the actual solidity of a body against his, teeth at his throat, touch that isn't his own.
It's been a damn long time, okay.
He shudders a little when Church takes him in hand, rolling his hips forward eagerly (so much for putting everything from earlier away), one hand bracing his weight back against the table and the other somehow having wound itself around Church's shoulders, holding onto him. It's better that they aren't face to face, so Wash can bow his head and close his eyes and bite down little noises and feel, and not think. ]
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It's been a damn long time, okay.
He shudders a little when Church takes him in hand, rolling his hips forward eagerly (so much for putting everything from earlier away), one hand bracing his weight back against the table and the other somehow having wound itself around Church's shoulders, holding onto him. It's better that they aren't face to face, so Wash can bow his head and close his eyes and bite down little noises and feel, and not think. ]