[ His head arches back as Washington leans in. He doesn't blink, and his gaze stays fixed on Wash's even as he leans back. His eyelashes tremble, though, unsteadily. His lips part silently, the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper teeth, pink against bright white. His fingers clench on Wash's arm - not tapping out, but clutching for steadiness, grabbing on like someone clutching at a rock while being swept away on a raging current.
He can imagine it. Keenly. Unable to move, pinned down - tang of metal in his mouth. Delirious with fear, trusting - fearing - the prospect of death. It's an erotic image, charged through with dripping sexuality, and so the noise that By lets out - it's not words; it's just an unarticulated little whine of desire.
The wetness in his eyes overflows, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and rolling down his cheek. He doesn't even seem to noticed, focusing on just getting enough air to keep upright, to keep from surrendering quite yet. ]
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He can imagine it. Keenly. Unable to move, pinned down - tang of metal in his mouth. Delirious with fear, trusting - fearing - the prospect of death. It's an erotic image, charged through with dripping sexuality, and so the noise that By lets out - it's not words; it's just an unarticulated little whine of desire.
The wetness in his eyes overflows, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and rolling down his cheek. He doesn't even seem to noticed, focusing on just getting enough air to keep upright, to keep from surrendering quite yet. ]