But with that final piece of the puzzle, Vasquez reaches for Faraday's leg, hitching his thigh higher before he shifts to guide his cock into place. Part of him wants to keep teasing Faraday, to just grind against him, to watch him get progressively more and more flustered and frustrated, but—
He's wanted this for too long. He's been waiting for ages, ages, and he's only teasing himself at this point.
Vasquez rocks forward, slowly pressing into Faraday. He doesn't rush through it, but it's a steady, unrelenting stretch. He doesn't stop until he bottoms out, until his hips are flush with Faraday's. Vasquez leans forward, catching himself on his forearm as he keeps a firm grip on Faraday's thigh, his blunt nails digging crescents into skin. ]
Mierda, cariño.
[ He feels lightheaded, flushed, and he has to hold himself still at first, overwhelmed by the consuming heat surrounding his cock. ]
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Charming.
[ ... said like it's the exact opposite.
But with that final piece of the puzzle, Vasquez reaches for Faraday's leg, hitching his thigh higher before he shifts to guide his cock into place. Part of him wants to keep teasing Faraday, to just grind against him, to watch him get progressively more and more flustered and frustrated, but—
He's wanted this for too long. He's been waiting for ages, ages, and he's only teasing himself at this point.
Vasquez rocks forward, slowly pressing into Faraday. He doesn't rush through it, but it's a steady, unrelenting stretch. He doesn't stop until he bottoms out, until his hips are flush with Faraday's. Vasquez leans forward, catching himself on his forearm as he keeps a firm grip on Faraday's thigh, his blunt nails digging crescents into skin. ]
Mierda, cariño.
[ He feels lightheaded, flushed, and he has to hold himself still at first, overwhelmed by the consuming heat surrounding his cock. ]
You're— fucking tight.
[ This is it; this is where he dies.
Seems fine. ]