Vasquez growls with approval, low and deep in his chest, though it dissolves into a shuddering little groan as Faraday finds his cock. He knows those rough hands by heart; they've pulled each other physically out of all manner of bullshit, and he knows how Faraday holds his gun, his drinks, his cards. He knows those hands, and now, they're teasing him in the exact way he's fantasized on quiet nights he hasn't found someone else to warm his bed. ]
Oh, you'll be feeling it, guerito. I can promise that.
[ Vasquez wants to remember this as much as he wants to leave his mark on Faraday – in more than one way.
He slides a hand up, knotting his fingers in Faraday's hair with an immovable grip, dragging him into another searing kiss. He licks into his partner's mouth, taking and taking to meet that challenge he so easily recognizes. Somehow, even like this, they're competing each other, pushing just to see the other push back.
Vasquez only breaks away when he needs to breathe, and he pants against Faraday's lips, incrementally loosening his grip. ]
Get your pants off.
[ And with another nip, he reluctantly releases Faraday, stepping back to go investigate their med kit. There should be medical grade lube in there, and maybe it's not the sexiest thing, but it's far better than other alternatives right now. ]
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Vasquez growls with approval, low and deep in his chest, though it dissolves into a shuddering little groan as Faraday finds his cock. He knows those rough hands by heart; they've pulled each other physically out of all manner of bullshit, and he knows how Faraday holds his gun, his drinks, his cards. He knows those hands, and now, they're teasing him in the exact way he's fantasized on quiet nights he hasn't found someone else to warm his bed. ]
Oh, you'll be feeling it, guerito. I can promise that.
[ Vasquez wants to remember this as much as he wants to leave his mark on Faraday – in more than one way.
He slides a hand up, knotting his fingers in Faraday's hair with an immovable grip, dragging him into another searing kiss. He licks into his partner's mouth, taking and taking to meet that challenge he so easily recognizes. Somehow, even like this, they're competing each other, pushing just to see the other push back.
Vasquez only breaks away when he needs to breathe, and he pants against Faraday's lips, incrementally loosening his grip. ]
Get your pants off.
[ And with another nip, he reluctantly releases Faraday, stepping back to go investigate their med kit. There should be medical grade lube in there, and maybe it's not the sexiest thing, but it's far better than other alternatives right now. ]