[ He starts off a little slower than Faraday wants – the slow drag out, the sharp snap in – but Faraday can't find it in him to complain. Hell, he doesn't have all that many words left in him – most of them seem to have fucked off, leaving him only with oaths and curses and Vasquez's name rattling around in his head.
He rolls his hips to meet every thrust as well as he can, hands roving over Vasquez's back. He can feel the way his muscles coil and flex, can feel each sharp exhale escape Vasquez's mouth to ghost along his neck. He breathes in deeply, inhales the heady cocktail of cigar smoke and cologne and sweat and sex. His skin feels like it's lit up and buzzing at every point of contact, like it's two sizes too small. He feels like he might fucking shatter. ]
God— [ He moans it out as Vasquez starts to speed up, their hips snapping together obscenely. ] Yes, shit, just like that, darlin'.
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He rolls his hips to meet every thrust as well as he can, hands roving over Vasquez's back. He can feel the way his muscles coil and flex, can feel each sharp exhale escape Vasquez's mouth to ghost along his neck. He breathes in deeply, inhales the heady cocktail of cigar smoke and cologne and sweat and sex. His skin feels like it's lit up and buzzing at every point of contact, like it's two sizes too small. He feels like he might fucking shatter. ]
God— [ He moans it out as Vasquez starts to speed up, their hips snapping together obscenely. ] Yes, shit, just like that, darlin'.
Fuckin' give it to me—