[ Vasquez is perfectly happy to make it as easy as possible for Faraday to get him out of his pants, to leave him sitting naked on the bed. He half expected Faraday to just undo his fly and get right to it, but, well, now Vasquez is the first one fully exposed.
(He's not too bothered by it.)
Vasquez can't take his eyes off of Faraday, and he sucks in a sharp breath when that broad hand wraps around his cock. He'd had a small chance to experience that contact the other night, but it still feels different now – probably because Faraday is so much more intent, so fixated on this, instead of the two of them scrambling to get their hands on each other. ]
Mierda, Faraday—
[ Vasquez hisses out a curse as the slick heat of Faraday's mouth wraps around him properly. Vasquez's thighs clench with the effort not to buck into the relief on instinct, and one hand clenches in the duvet, his other burying fingers in Faraday's cropped hair. He tries not to yank or forcefully direct Faraday, but damn if it isn't a trial when his body just screams for more. ]
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(He's not too bothered by it.)
Vasquez can't take his eyes off of Faraday, and he sucks in a sharp breath when that broad hand wraps around his cock. He'd had a small chance to experience that contact the other night, but it still feels different now – probably because Faraday is so much more intent, so fixated on this, instead of the two of them scrambling to get their hands on each other. ]
Mierda, Faraday—
[ Vasquez hisses out a curse as the slick heat of Faraday's mouth wraps around him properly. Vasquez's thighs clench with the effort not to buck into the relief on instinct, and one hand clenches in the duvet, his other burying fingers in Faraday's cropped hair. He tries not to yank or forcefully direct Faraday, but damn if it isn't a trial when his body just screams for more. ]