[ Looking at Faraday, Vasquez genuinely never would have been able to imagine how good he could sound like this. He probably never thought Faraday was capable of these intoxicating, overwhelming responses. Not for the first nor last time, Vasquez wishes he could see the look on Faraday's face while he's losing himself, because he sounds and feels—
—perfect. Utterly perfect.
The way they're wrapped around each other is good for a lot of things, but not for the freedom to wedge a hand between them for Faraday's cock. Luckily for them both, they're so damn close, practically crushed together, and that seems to afford Faraday just enough friction.
And thank fuck, because Vasquez had no idea how much longer he'd be able to stave off his own orgasm.
Vasquez gasps against Faraday's throat as the other man tightens around him in every fucking way – pulling at his hair, digging marks into his skin, squeezing the goddamn life out of him through his cock. He crushes Faraday to him with a groan, shuddering against him as he manages a couple more savage bucks of his hips before his climax slams into him like a freight train. Vasquez wraps himself tighter around Faraday as he shakes through every golden wave that swamps his system, until he finally goes utterly boneless.
He manages not to completely collapse against Faraday, but he still holds his partner close, his face tucked against Faraday's throat as he tries to catch his breath.
Futile, probably, but he's so busy basking in the afterglow that he doesn't care. ]
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—perfect. Utterly perfect.
The way they're wrapped around each other is good for a lot of things, but not for the freedom to wedge a hand between them for Faraday's cock. Luckily for them both, they're so damn close, practically crushed together, and that seems to afford Faraday just enough friction.
And thank fuck, because Vasquez had no idea how much longer he'd be able to stave off his own orgasm.
Vasquez gasps against Faraday's throat as the other man tightens around him in every fucking way – pulling at his hair, digging marks into his skin, squeezing the goddamn life out of him through his cock. He crushes Faraday to him with a groan, shuddering against him as he manages a couple more savage bucks of his hips before his climax slams into him like a freight train. Vasquez wraps himself tighter around Faraday as he shakes through every golden wave that swamps his system, until he finally goes utterly boneless.
He manages not to completely collapse against Faraday, but he still holds his partner close, his face tucked against Faraday's throat as he tries to catch his breath.
Futile, probably, but he's so busy basking in the afterglow that he doesn't care. ]