[Abel makes a sound against the other man's mouth when he pushes him back into the metal appliance at his back. The pressure of his hips feels good, and his fingers slip up his shirt as his mouth slides down his neck.]

Mmmm, and you feel like heaven... [He returns, eyes closed as his head tilts back to allow Bryan all the access he wanted. His hips cant forward, into that pressure of his body, and he starts to push his shirt up to his arms. Long, thin fingers meant for navigating a ship, mapping out the plants of his chest, of each rib.] I-If you suck me off I'll-

[He sucks in a breath as the other man bites at his neck, fingernails digging into his skin.] I'll let you fuck me over the washer.