[ Vasquez pulls out of him, and he can't help the quick noise that punches out of his lungs at the loss. And when shifts away entirely, Faraday—
Lets him. As much as he wants to protest.
He swallows thickly against the better disappointment that claws up his throat.
He's always had a good poker face, though, has always been good about keeping his voice even. It helped him a great deal when he was playing a part during an assignment.
And he puts it to good use now, forcing his voice, hoarse as it is, to level out, injecting it with his usual levity. ]
Just about.
[ He's too exhausted to move, even if he knows he's a goddamn mess, with cum smearing over his stomach and down his ass. ]
no subject
Lets him. As much as he wants to protest.
He swallows thickly against the better disappointment that claws up his throat.
He's always had a good poker face, though, has always been good about keeping his voice even. It helped him a great deal when he was playing a part during an assignment.
And he puts it to good use now, forcing his voice, hoarse as it is, to level out, injecting it with his usual levity. ]
Just about.
[ He's too exhausted to move, even if he knows he's a goddamn mess, with cum smearing over his stomach and down his ass. ]
Despite your best efforts.