[ As soon as Faraday releases him, Vasquez draws away to properly strip his slacks and untie shoes. Once abandoned in a messy pile, he finds where they've stashed the medkit with everything else, digging through it until he retrieves a small plastic bottle.
Vasquez straightens up, shoving his boxers down for one less thing to worry about. He kicks them from around his ankles, but before he even has a chance to turn back to Faraday, the other man is hollering at him.
He snorts out a laugh, glancing over at the bed. ]
And I thought I was impatient, hm?
[ He joins Faraday again, leaning down and curling his fingers under Faraday's chin. ]
Maybe the more you complain, the longer this takes. Sounds fair, I think.
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Vasquez straightens up, shoving his boxers down for one less thing to worry about. He kicks them from around his ankles, but before he even has a chance to turn back to Faraday, the other man is hollering at him.
He snorts out a laugh, glancing over at the bed. ]
And I thought I was impatient, hm?
[ He joins Faraday again, leaning down and curling his fingers under Faraday's chin. ]
Maybe the more you complain, the longer this takes. Sounds fair, I think.