[ The elevator is still public space, but Vasquez does not care. He can feel the curve of Faraday's cock through their slacks, a breathy sound caught in Vasquez's throat as he grinds his hips forward, giving them both a tease of friction. It's not enough, not even remotely, but it's satisfying because it's Faraday, because Vasquez can feel how much he wants this.
The elevator comes to a stop, and Vasquez only lets the kiss break to catch his breath. He rests his forehead against Faraday's, still cupping his face and gripping his hair.
In between panting gasps, ]
—our room, cariño.
[ Because Vasquez really can't start ripping Faraday's clothes off here, as much as he may desperately want to. ]
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The elevator comes to a stop, and Vasquez only lets the kiss break to catch his breath. He rests his forehead against Faraday's, still cupping his face and gripping his hair.
In between panting gasps, ]
—our room, cariño.
[ Because Vasquez really can't start ripping Faraday's clothes off here, as much as he may desperately want to. ]