[ No, no he doesn't, but Wash takes that as encouragement. He'll be horrified later, maybe, that he's becoming fluent in Church and can understand the thousand nuances of the word fuck, though some tiny vindictive (greedy) piece of him thinks this particular one he could learn to like. Church clinging to him, swearing helplessly, face pressed to his shoulder. Maybe if this--
Maybe he should pay some attention to what the hell he's doing, hastily spreading the rest of the oil on his own aching cock while still fingering Church. He withdraws them slowly, letting him come back to himself a little bit, before wrapping one of Church's legs over his hip, lining himself up.
A gentleman would ask if Church is ready, or at least warn him. Wash has never considered himself much of a gentleman and eases in, gritting his teeth at the agonizing slowness and the tight entry and ohgodchurchfuckgod. His head drops, the muscles in his shoulders cording from sheer restraint as he works the tip of himself inside. ]
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Maybe he should pay some attention to what the hell he's doing, hastily spreading the rest of the oil on his own aching cock while still fingering Church. He withdraws them slowly, letting him come back to himself a little bit, before wrapping one of Church's legs over his hip, lining himself up.
A gentleman would ask if Church is ready, or at least warn him. Wash has never considered himself much of a gentleman and eases in, gritting his teeth at the agonizing slowness and the tight entry and ohgodchurchfuckgod. His head drops, the muscles in his shoulders cording from sheer restraint as he works the tip of himself inside. ]