Especially with the way his voice shifts, the way his hands keep working, he is good with that, isn't he, knows how to watch someone for where to push, where to press, where to touch. Wash's expression doesn't change much, just watching him quietly, with that same mild interest, with something dark and definitely aroused still in his eyes -- that isn't the worst possible answer. It's worse to pretend you know when you don't. It's not like Wash is opposed to teaching people, he prefers those with some fucking idea of what they were doing but sometimes you can't be too picky, and as long as they're willing to actually listen to him, he might be able to work with it.
Not this time, though. Playing a little more had just been. A weakness, anyway. A little too tempted, Byerly is good at that, it's his goddamn job. He smiles a little, actually leans closer, lets his fingers twist a little harder through his hair as he pulls his hand from Byerly's, curving his fingers under his jaw. Almost as if studying him. Looking for something. ]
Cute.
[ A tilt of his head, and he presses his fingers right against Byerly's lips, pushing him back as he lets go of his hair. His tone flattens a little, back to his normal register, now -- but it doesn't quite lose that air of authority, and there's definitely some amusement, in his tone, as he traces the shape of his mouth. ]
You've no damn idea what you're doing with this.
[ And then he pulls his hand away entirely. Thanks for playing, Byerly. ]
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Especially with the way his voice shifts, the way his hands keep working, he is good with that, isn't he, knows how to watch someone for where to push, where to press, where to touch. Wash's expression doesn't change much, just watching him quietly, with that same mild interest, with something dark and definitely aroused still in his eyes -- that isn't the worst possible answer. It's worse to pretend you know when you don't. It's not like Wash is opposed to teaching people, he prefers those with some fucking idea of what they were doing but sometimes you can't be too picky, and as long as they're willing to actually listen to him, he might be able to work with it.
Not this time, though. Playing a little more had just been. A weakness, anyway. A little too tempted, Byerly is good at that, it's his goddamn job. He smiles a little, actually leans closer, lets his fingers twist a little harder through his hair as he pulls his hand from Byerly's, curving his fingers under his jaw. Almost as if studying him. Looking for something. ]
Cute.
[ A tilt of his head, and he presses his fingers right against Byerly's lips, pushing him back as he lets go of his hair. His tone flattens a little, back to his normal register, now -- but it doesn't quite lose that air of authority, and there's definitely some amusement, in his tone, as he traces the shape of his mouth. ]
You've no damn idea what you're doing with this.
[ And then he pulls his hand away entirely. Thanks for playing, Byerly. ]