[ Vasquez half-expects Faraday to keep being difficult, but the other man lets Vasquez up, finally. Vasquez straightens, kneeling above Faraday as he nudges Faraday's thighs apart to make room for himself. The lube still in one hand, Vasquez takes a moment to push his messy curls back out of his face – and to admire Faraday splayed out on the bed.
Selfishly, Vasquez allows himself to run his palm down Faraday's heaving chest, across his belly, appreciating how well-built his partner is. Faraday is broad, gorgeously muscular, and he's thick in a way Vasquez isn't. Vasquez easily matches Faraday in height, but Vasquez's frame is long, athletic; Faraday looks like a goddamn brick wall.
Faraday is egging him on, just like he always does, but Vasquez clicks his tongue admonishingly, sliding his free hand up Faraday's flank. He offers Faraday's thigh an appreciative squeeze. ]
You're not making a very good case for yourself, guerito.
[ But Vasquez clicks open the lube with one hand, pouring a helping into his palm before dropping the small bottle onto Faraday's stomach.
Hey, at least it's within easy reach.
Vasquez smears the fluid over his fingers, makes sure they have a healthy coating. ]
You do this much?
[ It's not a value judgement; he just knows from experience that the more or less someone's gone through this song and dance can determine how their body will respond. ]
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Selfishly, Vasquez allows himself to run his palm down Faraday's heaving chest, across his belly, appreciating how well-built his partner is. Faraday is broad, gorgeously muscular, and he's thick in a way Vasquez isn't. Vasquez easily matches Faraday in height, but Vasquez's frame is long, athletic; Faraday looks like a goddamn brick wall.
Faraday is egging him on, just like he always does, but Vasquez clicks his tongue admonishingly, sliding his free hand up Faraday's flank. He offers Faraday's thigh an appreciative squeeze. ]
You're not making a very good case for yourself, guerito.
[ But Vasquez clicks open the lube with one hand, pouring a helping into his palm before dropping the small bottle onto Faraday's stomach.
Hey, at least it's within easy reach.
Vasquez smears the fluid over his fingers, makes sure they have a healthy coating. ]
You do this much?
[ It's not a value judgement; he just knows from experience that the more or less someone's gone through this song and dance can determine how their body will respond. ]