[ He doesn't answer immediately, instead reaching up to grab hold of the nape of Vasquez's neck again, dragging him down for another hungry, searing kiss.
Good Lord, they've already spent too much time apart. Faraday doesn't want to waste another goddamn second.
He drags Vasquez along with him further up the bed. And again, he doesn't answer aloud, occupied as he is with biting at Vasquez's lips, but brackets Vasquez's hips with his knees. With both hands curling around Vasquez's waist, he pulls him down to meet Faraday halfway, lifting his hips up to grind his cock against Vasquez's.
On his back is the answer, apparently.
(Because if this is just a one time thing, as he suspects it will be, then he wants to watch and remember every fucking moment of it.) ]
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Good Lord, they've already spent too much time apart. Faraday doesn't want to waste another goddamn second.
He drags Vasquez along with him further up the bed. And again, he doesn't answer aloud, occupied as he is with biting at Vasquez's lips, but brackets Vasquez's hips with his knees. With both hands curling around Vasquez's waist, he pulls him down to meet Faraday halfway, lifting his hips up to grind his cock against Vasquez's.
On his back is the answer, apparently.
(Because if this is just a one time thing, as he suspects it will be, then he wants to watch and remember every fucking moment of it.) ]