[ Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Wash is still acutely aware of how bad of an idea this is. Of what kind of person Miles is. Of what kind of a person Wash himself is.
He lingers longer than he should. There's a pulse of heat at that sound Miles makes, at how responsive he is, at the feel of his fingers brushing over his chest, even through heavy clothing. He turns his head, lets his teeth drag along his jawline, up to the shell of his ear, nipping sharply, his other hand moving from the log to cover Miles' hand against the front of his shirt.
And then, well. He pulls away. He keeps his hand over Miles, but guides it away, slightly. ]
-- Sorry. [ Closing his eyes briefly, turning away. ] Shouldn't be doing this.
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He lingers longer than he should. There's a pulse of heat at that sound Miles makes, at how responsive he is, at the feel of his fingers brushing over his chest, even through heavy clothing. He turns his head, lets his teeth drag along his jawline, up to the shell of his ear, nipping sharply, his other hand moving from the log to cover Miles' hand against the front of his shirt.
And then, well. He pulls away. He keeps his hand over Miles, but guides it away, slightly. ]
-- Sorry. [ Closing his eyes briefly, turning away. ] Shouldn't be doing this.