The rough grip Vasquez has on his hips, the way his fingers dig into his flesh, nails leaving deep crescents in his skin—
The sharp, bruising snap of Vasquez's hips against his ass—
The way his cock drives deep into Faraday, over and fucking over—
He told Vasquez he wanted to feel this in the morning, but hell, he'll definitely be feeling this for days. He wonders if he'll even be able to sit comfortably on their plane ride home, and that idle thought shouldn't be as fucking enticing as it is.
He listens to the way Vasquez babbles, the predatory growl in the words, and Faraday hopes it's at least mostly complimentary. Could be that Vasquez is just calling him a goddamn slut in his native tongue; he supposes it doesn't matter much, either way, so long as the trajectory of this night hasn't changed Vasquez's opinion of him or their ability to work together, come morning.
But that's the million dollar question, isn't it?
He pushes it from his mind in favor of now, of the stretch of his body around Vasquez's cock, and he shifts his hips, and—
His cries out, vision going white when Vasquez's cock hits that sweet spot. He digs his fingers into Vasquez's back, his other hand tangling in in those dark curls again. ]
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The rough grip Vasquez has on his hips, the way his fingers dig into his flesh, nails leaving deep crescents in his skin—
The sharp, bruising snap of Vasquez's hips against his ass—
The way his cock drives deep into Faraday, over and fucking over—
He told Vasquez he wanted to feel this in the morning, but hell, he'll definitely be feeling this for days. He wonders if he'll even be able to sit comfortably on their plane ride home, and that idle thought shouldn't be as fucking enticing as it is.
He listens to the way Vasquez babbles, the predatory growl in the words, and Faraday hopes it's at least mostly complimentary. Could be that Vasquez is just calling him a goddamn slut in his native tongue; he supposes it doesn't matter much, either way, so long as the trajectory of this night hasn't changed Vasquez's opinion of him or their ability to work together, come morning.
But that's the million dollar question, isn't it?
He pushes it from his mind in favor of now, of the stretch of his body around Vasquez's cock, and he shifts his hips, and—
His cries out, vision going white when Vasquez's cock hits that sweet spot. He digs his fingers into Vasquez's back, his other hand tangling in in those dark curls again. ]
Fuck, God, yes, just like that—