[ Faraday's legs fall apart at that prompting – maybe a little too quickly, maybe a little too eagerly, but he's far past caring about how that might look. He can practically feel the weight of Vasquez's gaze as he studies him, and Faraday can't help it – he preens a little, stretching a little to let Vasquez take in the long line of Faraday's body.
He takes the moment to get a good, long look at Vasquez, too – taking in everything he can see of that warm, brown skin, of his cock, swollen and leaking with precum curving toward his stomach, of his slim, athletic build. Deceptive, really, considering he's seen Vasquez take down men twice his size with absolute ease.
His cock twitches with the sight. Good Lord, he's going to be thinking about this night for a long, long time yet.
Faraday looks entirely unimpressed when Vasquez drops the bottle onto his belly, though he instinctively catches it before it can roll away. ]
Done it enough.
[ Which is as much as Faraday is willing to offer, though maybe surprisingly, the answer is matter-of-fact, rather than defensive. He seems to recognize the question for what it is – a roundabout way of asking whether or not he knows what to expect.
Maybe he's more vocal about his appreciation of women – all those soft and delicate curves – but he's fallen into bed with plenty of men, too. ]
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He takes the moment to get a good, long look at Vasquez, too – taking in everything he can see of that warm, brown skin, of his cock, swollen and leaking with precum curving toward his stomach, of his slim, athletic build. Deceptive, really, considering he's seen Vasquez take down men twice his size with absolute ease.
His cock twitches with the sight. Good Lord, he's going to be thinking about this night for a long, long time yet.
Faraday looks entirely unimpressed when Vasquez drops the bottle onto his belly, though he instinctively catches it before it can roll away. ]
Done it enough.
[ Which is as much as Faraday is willing to offer, though maybe surprisingly, the answer is matter-of-fact, rather than defensive. He seems to recognize the question for what it is – a roundabout way of asking whether or not he knows what to expect.
Maybe he's more vocal about his appreciation of women – all those soft and delicate curves – but he's fallen into bed with plenty of men, too. ]
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