Not at all perfect -- you ask before you touch, you don't presume that it'd matter, you certainly don't question an order -- but so very, very pliable, and there's such a softness to that touch. Deft and knowing, so very sincere in what they're looking for, Wash knows that kind of touch enough to recognize it. He would be something, with a touch of discipline. With a hand to guide him.
And Wash might prefer less than perfect, anyway. A bit of fight, a bit of spice. That's always a little fun. ]
That so? [ Some amusement in his tone, this time, and it's mostly genuine. Byerly does know how it's going to end, and yet. Playing along. Too stubborn to back down, or something else, something deeper. How long has it been since he's had someone to really force him to his knees, he wonders. ] Such a sweet thing.
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Not at all perfect -- you ask before you touch, you don't presume that it'd matter, you certainly don't question an order -- but so very, very pliable, and there's such a softness to that touch. Deft and knowing, so very sincere in what they're looking for, Wash knows that kind of touch enough to recognize it. He would be something, with a touch of discipline. With a hand to guide him.
And Wash might prefer less than perfect, anyway. A bit of fight, a bit of spice. That's always a little fun. ]
That so? [ Some amusement in his tone, this time, and it's mostly genuine. Byerly does know how it's going to end, and yet. Playing along. Too stubborn to back down, or something else, something deeper. How long has it been since he's had someone to really force him to his knees, he wonders. ] Such a sweet thing.
[ Maybe he can play a little more. ]
Give me a safe word.