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growlingintensifies /just
growlingintensifies /prowls up to Wash on all fours
deviation /sitting back, one leg crossed over the other
growlingintensifies /sits at his feet, rumbling quietly/
deviation /motioning him closer, a crook of his finger
growlingintensifies /shifts right up against the chair, rising up to his knees/
deviation /fingers sliding up under his chin, tilting his head up, back
growlingintensifies /tilts his head back obediently, taking in a deep breath
deviation /scratching lightly, eyes never quite leaving his
growlingintensifies /his eyelids droop, the rumbling intensifying, and he places a hand on Wash's knee/
deviation /leaning forward, slipping his free hand over maine's shoulder
deviation /fingers trailing to his neck, the mass of scarring on his throat
growlingintensifies /makes a quiet, strangled noise
deviation /there are things he could say, things he knows he probably should bring up
deviation /but he knows, oh he knows maine is anything but stupid; he understands just fine
deviation /so he fits his hand around maine's neck, palm to his throat, his grip light for now
growlingintensifies /words have never meant much to him anyway. So much can be said with actions, with the right look
growlingintensifies /He's telling Wash so much right now, without saying a word, begging for his touch with the way he
growlingintensifies /leans into his hands, the way he looks at Wash, his eyes dark with emotion, and expression open
growlingintensifies /trusting
growlingintensifies /Wash can do whatever he wants with him, he won't resist
deviation /this is different, it's nothing like he's seen before, nothing like he's *done* before
deviation /but he can't deny, there's a thrill, there's a little electric current that races down his spine at
deviation /the thought, the sight, the feel of this juggernaut's pulse under his hand
growlingintensifies /licks his lips, pressing forward just a bit into Wash's hand, inhaling slowly
deviation /he takes a moment, takes a breath of his own, like he's steeling himself, finding that proper,
deviation /mindset, important enough to settle into
deviation /and as he does, his grip tightens
deviation /fingers pressing harder, harder into that windpipe
deviation /it's a slow progression, pressure increasing in increments
growlingintensifies /he lets out a little gasp, a slight cough, but makes no move stop it
growlingintensifies /his eyes close, and his mouth hangs open, shoulders flexing slightly
deviation /his eyes never leave maine's face, never leave the line of his eyes and the set of his mouth
deviation /keeping time, counting, assessing, he knows the signs of asphyxiation
growlingintensifies /he looks so relaxed, even though Wash could very easily kill him like this. It's fine. He feels
growlingintensifies light-headed, but it's fine, he feels fine
deviation /a little harder, now, and he's leaning right into maine's space
deviation /thumb of his free hand swiping across a cheekbone
growlingintensifies /his eyes flicker open, and he makes a small gasping motion, hands clenching and unclenching in fist
deviation /tighter, still, watching, eyes locking onto his
deviation /it's fascinating, in a clinical way, watching this unfold
deviation /exciting, in others, small revelations
deviation /but who didn't enjoy control, however small and circumstantial?
growlingintensifies /looks up into Wash's eyes, looking a little bit more concerned, just a little bit distressed. He
growlingintensifies /still keeps his hands at his sides, though, even if the effort of keeping them still makes them sha
growlingintensifies /shake
deviation /just a little further, he seems to ask, though he hasn't spoken a word since they began
deviation /a little more, you can do this
growlingintensifies /if that's what Wash wants, then he'll hold on. If that's what Wash wants, he'll do anything
deviation /watching for that threshold
deviation /the border between control and danger
deviation /in a way, it's a test, how far can they go?
deviation /in a way, it's a punishment, your strength has a *purpose*
growlingintensifies /what purpose now? There's no missions. The old missions were always so sketchy too... he's not good
growlingintensifies /with peace, he doesn't know what to do with all the down time
growlingintensifies /Wash
growlingintensifies /You've grown so much from when he's known you. You know control
growlingintensifies /Help him understand. Anything you want, anything at all, he'll do
deviation /at that brink, the moment before unconsciousness, when the body's need surpasses all else
deviation /then, and only then, does his grip lessen
deviation /not fully, no, but enough
growlingintensifies /he slumps as much as he can without knocking the hand away, gasping for breath, head lolling
growlingintensifies /forward. he reaches up, hands hover just over his throat, not touching, just there
deviation /it's almost gentle, the way he strokes at maine's brow, fingers ghosting over skin
growlingintensifies /he makes soft noises, shaking his head back and forth slowly, then lifts his face, trying to tilt
growlingintensifies his head back far enough to kiss Wash's fingertips
deviation /it should be funny, a man as massive and utterly destructive as maine slumped at his feet like this
deviation /it isn't
deviation /not in the least
deviation /what it is, is astounding
deviation /a little heady
deviation /he lets the other agent do so, fingers drifting down, pressing against lips
growlingintensifies /at the slight pressure, his lips part and Maine slips his tongue out, darting it lightly over his
growlingintensifies lips, just brushing the fingers
deviation /his grip on his neck lets up a little more, balanced by the way he presses digits to maine's tongue
growlingintensifies /his lips close around them, tongue swirling around the pads of his fingers, eyes sliding closed
growlingintensifies /he makes a small sound in the back of his throat, a happy, pleasured little mewl
deviation /his own tongue flicks out, swiping at his own lower lip, gaze fixed on maine's mouth, the way his
deviation /throat works beneath his palm
deviation /slow, he pushes those fingers further, past teeth
deviation more, go on
growlingintensifies /he sucks lightly, running his tongue along each individual finger, swirling it over the tips
growlingintensifies /he's so careful to never bite down, to only let his teeth brush lightly, just faint scrapes
growlingintensifies /and he sighs
growlingintensifies /prowls up to Wash on all fours
deviation /sitting back, one leg crossed over the other
growlingintensifies /sits at his feet, rumbling quietly/
deviation /motioning him closer, a crook of his finger
growlingintensifies /shifts right up against the chair, rising up to his knees/
deviation /fingers sliding up under his chin, tilting his head up, back
growlingintensifies /tilts his head back obediently, taking in a deep breath
deviation /scratching lightly, eyes never quite leaving his
growlingintensifies /his eyelids droop, the rumbling intensifying, and he places a hand on Wash's knee/
deviation /leaning forward, slipping his free hand over maine's shoulder
deviation /fingers trailing to his neck, the mass of scarring on his throat
growlingintensifies /makes a quiet, strangled noise
deviation /there are things he could say, things he knows he probably should bring up
deviation /but he knows, oh he knows maine is anything but stupid; he understands just fine
deviation /so he fits his hand around maine's neck, palm to his throat, his grip light for now
growlingintensifies /words have never meant much to him anyway. So much can be said with actions, with the right look
growlingintensifies /He's telling Wash so much right now, without saying a word, begging for his touch with the way he
growlingintensifies /leans into his hands, the way he looks at Wash, his eyes dark with emotion, and expression open
growlingintensifies /trusting
growlingintensifies /Wash can do whatever he wants with him, he won't resist
deviation /this is different, it's nothing like he's seen before, nothing like he's *done* before
deviation /but he can't deny, there's a thrill, there's a little electric current that races down his spine at
deviation /the thought, the sight, the feel of this juggernaut's pulse under his hand
growlingintensifies /licks his lips, pressing forward just a bit into Wash's hand, inhaling slowly
deviation /he takes a moment, takes a breath of his own, like he's steeling himself, finding that proper,
deviation /mindset, important enough to settle into
deviation /and as he does, his grip tightens
deviation /fingers pressing harder, harder into that windpipe
deviation /it's a slow progression, pressure increasing in increments
growlingintensifies /he lets out a little gasp, a slight cough, but makes no move stop it
growlingintensifies /his eyes close, and his mouth hangs open, shoulders flexing slightly
deviation /his eyes never leave maine's face, never leave the line of his eyes and the set of his mouth
deviation /keeping time, counting, assessing, he knows the signs of asphyxiation
growlingintensifies /he looks so relaxed, even though Wash could very easily kill him like this. It's fine. He feels
growlingintensifies light-headed, but it's fine, he feels fine
deviation /a little harder, now, and he's leaning right into maine's space
deviation /thumb of his free hand swiping across a cheekbone
growlingintensifies /his eyes flicker open, and he makes a small gasping motion, hands clenching and unclenching in fist
deviation /tighter, still, watching, eyes locking onto his
deviation /it's fascinating, in a clinical way, watching this unfold
deviation /exciting, in others, small revelations
deviation /but who didn't enjoy control, however small and circumstantial?
growlingintensifies /looks up into Wash's eyes, looking a little bit more concerned, just a little bit distressed. He
growlingintensifies /still keeps his hands at his sides, though, even if the effort of keeping them still makes them sha
growlingintensifies /shake
deviation /just a little further, he seems to ask, though he hasn't spoken a word since they began
deviation /a little more, you can do this
growlingintensifies /if that's what Wash wants, then he'll hold on. If that's what Wash wants, he'll do anything
deviation /watching for that threshold
deviation /the border between control and danger
deviation /in a way, it's a test, how far can they go?
deviation /in a way, it's a punishment, your strength has a *purpose*
growlingintensifies /what purpose now? There's no missions. The old missions were always so sketchy too... he's not good
growlingintensifies /with peace, he doesn't know what to do with all the down time
growlingintensifies /Wash
growlingintensifies /You've grown so much from when he's known you. You know control
growlingintensifies /Help him understand. Anything you want, anything at all, he'll do
deviation /at that brink, the moment before unconsciousness, when the body's need surpasses all else
deviation /then, and only then, does his grip lessen
deviation /not fully, no, but enough
growlingintensifies /he slumps as much as he can without knocking the hand away, gasping for breath, head lolling
growlingintensifies /forward. he reaches up, hands hover just over his throat, not touching, just there
deviation /it's almost gentle, the way he strokes at maine's brow, fingers ghosting over skin
growlingintensifies /he makes soft noises, shaking his head back and forth slowly, then lifts his face, trying to tilt
growlingintensifies his head back far enough to kiss Wash's fingertips
deviation /it should be funny, a man as massive and utterly destructive as maine slumped at his feet like this
deviation /it isn't
deviation /not in the least
deviation /what it is, is astounding
deviation /a little heady
deviation /he lets the other agent do so, fingers drifting down, pressing against lips
growlingintensifies /at the slight pressure, his lips part and Maine slips his tongue out, darting it lightly over his
growlingintensifies lips, just brushing the fingers
deviation /his grip on his neck lets up a little more, balanced by the way he presses digits to maine's tongue
growlingintensifies /his lips close around them, tongue swirling around the pads of his fingers, eyes sliding closed
growlingintensifies /he makes a small sound in the back of his throat, a happy, pleasured little mewl
deviation /his own tongue flicks out, swiping at his own lower lip, gaze fixed on maine's mouth, the way his
deviation /throat works beneath his palm
deviation /slow, he pushes those fingers further, past teeth
deviation more, go on
growlingintensifies /he sucks lightly, running his tongue along each individual finger, swirling it over the tips
growlingintensifies /he's so careful to never bite down, to only let his teeth brush lightly, just faint scrapes
growlingintensifies /and he sighs
