[ Mm, well. He catches those little signs, of course he does, that's what he watches for, what he's learned to watch for. There's something flickering in Wash's eyes too, how could there not be, something darkening as he watches Byerly tongue lewdly over his knuckles. His hand stays surprisingly relaxed, for a few moments, until he decides that's quite enough.
His hand twists even harder through his hair, this time hard enough to actually really hurt as he jerks his head further back, enough to force his mouth away. He pulls his hand back, then, just enough to lightly brush those knuckles against the curve of his throat, slightly damp with saliva, stalling over his pulse. ]
I didn't say you could do that.
[ Another shift to that tone of voice. Conversational as before, but still a little lower, and now with something a little commanding to it, too. He's still demonstrating, of course. This is how he works. ]
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His hand twists even harder through his hair, this time hard enough to actually really hurt as he jerks his head further back, enough to force his mouth away. He pulls his hand back, then, just enough to lightly brush those knuckles against the curve of his throat, slightly damp with saliva, stalling over his pulse. ]
I didn't say you could do that.
[ Another shift to that tone of voice. Conversational as before, but still a little lower, and now with something a little commanding to it, too. He's still demonstrating, of course. This is how he works. ]