[ Such immediate obedience. Just the way Wash likes it.
God, it has been a while, and Byerly knows what he's fucking doing when he lowers his eyes like that, when he lets his voice rasp, when he asks so very nicely. Not perfectly, no, Wash can be picky when it comes to perfect, but it's still nice, still has his eyes lidding in response, a quiet, pleased sound rumbling in his throat. ]
Who knew you'd be so obedient with the right motivation. You'd be something, with a bit of training -- but you already know how this is going to end, don't you?
[ Byerly's too smart for that, surely. Too smart to really let himself get wholly caught up in this. He pushes his thumb against his pulse just a little more, just to ratchet up that pressure ever so slightly. ]
Beg.
[ Or don't. Wash might want to see if he actually would. ]
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God, it has been a while, and Byerly knows what he's fucking doing when he lowers his eyes like that, when he lets his voice rasp, when he asks so very nicely. Not perfectly, no, Wash can be picky when it comes to perfect, but it's still nice, still has his eyes lidding in response, a quiet, pleased sound rumbling in his throat. ]
Who knew you'd be so obedient with the right motivation. You'd be something, with a bit of training -- but you already know how this is going to end, don't you?
[ Byerly's too smart for that, surely. Too smart to really let himself get wholly caught up in this. He pushes his thumb against his pulse just a little more, just to ratchet up that pressure ever so slightly. ]
Beg.
[ Or don't. Wash might want to see if he actually would. ]