[ wash sinks into it. takes control as crais yields it. he lets it ease from something just raw and aggressive to something a little more languid, but just as possessive. there is precision and calculation to his movements even here -- he's making sure crais gets enough chance to breathe, but not that much, just enough. he notes everything: the sweat starting to bead across his skin, the way he can feel crais' heat rate start to race against his chest, and of course, crais' growing arousal, his cock hardening as he presses against him.
he feels that shift in him when he starts to almost sway, like he's teetering, starting to shift off balance. and wash remembers (of course) what crais had told him about the effects: motor control being affected. push too far and he gets catatonic. he shifts slightly against him, untwists his grip from the front of his shirt, his hand sliding down to crais' side so that he can haul crais closer against him, to better support him in case he falls.
because he does keep pushing. still increasing that heat steadily. and he only stops when crais actually starts to buckle enough to break away from their kiss, and immediately wash is catching him, keeping him upright. he gives him a second or two to steady himself, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek against his palm, tipping his head back enough that he can look him fully in the eye. taking in a quick assessment of his condition, even as he sweeps his thumb over his lower lip. ]
What's your safe word?
[ just going to make sure that you can still do that. ]
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he feels that shift in him when he starts to almost sway, like he's teetering, starting to shift off balance. and wash remembers (of course) what crais had told him about the effects: motor control being affected. push too far and he gets catatonic. he shifts slightly against him, untwists his grip from the front of his shirt, his hand sliding down to crais' side so that he can haul crais closer against him, to better support him in case he falls.
because he does keep pushing. still increasing that heat steadily. and he only stops when crais actually starts to buckle enough to break away from their kiss, and immediately wash is catching him, keeping him upright. he gives him a second or two to steady himself, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek against his palm, tipping his head back enough that he can look him fully in the eye. taking in a quick assessment of his condition, even as he sweeps his thumb over his lower lip. ]
What's your safe word?
[ just going to make sure that you can still do that. ]