Maybe on a better night, he would have been moving Faraday into a position that made the angle instantly ideal, but he'd been so concerned with being close to Faraday – not to mention Faraday's own impatient demands. But that reaction? Priceless.
Vasquez growls against him with approval, and despite how fiercely Faraday holds onto him, Vasquez readjusts his grip, shifts his weight to support Faraday, enough to keep him just like that. He knows they're both going to come out of this covered in bruises, and he relishes that; as much as he can't wait to see his own marks on Faraday, he's eager to admire whatever mementos he gets to take away from tonight.
Normally, he might be more cognizant of the lasting effects of their tumble, considering their work, but he can't help how his body screams to take and take and take; it's hard to resist when Faraday is practically begging him for exactly that.
Vasquez drags his teeth over Faraday's jaw, panting against his cheek. ]
—perfect, you're fucking perfect—
[ And it's back to Spanish, back to the more unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
Vasquez might usually pride his own stamina,but everything is more intense right now. His nerves are singing with this, with how tightly Faraday is squeezing his dick, how Faraday sounds, and Vasquez almost wishes he could watch Faraday falling apart. But in reality, being any farther from Faraday than this is intolerable. ]
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Maybe on a better night, he would have been moving Faraday into a position that made the angle instantly ideal, but he'd been so concerned with being close to Faraday – not to mention Faraday's own impatient demands. But that reaction? Priceless.
Vasquez growls against him with approval, and despite how fiercely Faraday holds onto him, Vasquez readjusts his grip, shifts his weight to support Faraday, enough to keep him just like that. He knows they're both going to come out of this covered in bruises, and he relishes that; as much as he can't wait to see his own marks on Faraday, he's eager to admire whatever mementos he gets to take away from tonight.
Normally, he might be more cognizant of the lasting effects of their tumble, considering their work, but he can't help how his body screams to take and take and take; it's hard to resist when Faraday is practically begging him for exactly that.
Vasquez drags his teeth over Faraday's jaw, panting against his cheek. ]
—perfect, you're fucking perfect—
[ And it's back to Spanish, back to the more unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
Vasquez might usually pride his own stamina,but everything is more intense right now. His nerves are singing with this, with how tightly Faraday is squeezing his dick, how Faraday sounds, and Vasquez almost wishes he could watch Faraday falling apart. But in reality, being any farther from Faraday than this is intolerable. ]