[ Clumsiness might be overlooked, but the pace slowly turns itself into an issue as Wash clutches harder, digging his fingers in and cursing softly, thrusting more urgently and not finding the friction he needed.
Not that it's precisely Church's fault, between the inherent awkwardness of trying to jerk someone off standing opposite you aaaaand probably not being used to two-handing. Which. Is nobody's fault except nature's.
He grits his teeth and resists the urge to bite. ]
Will you just-- [ and breaks off, frustrated and not knowing what the hell to even tell him.
(will you just go faster harder will you just let me--) ]
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Not that it's precisely Church's fault, between the inherent awkwardness of trying to jerk someone off standing opposite you aaaaand probably not being used to two-handing. Which. Is nobody's fault except nature's.
He grits his teeth and resists the urge to bite. ]
Will you just-- [ and breaks off, frustrated and not knowing what the hell to even tell him.
(will you just go faster harder will you just let me--) ]