[ He admits, the way he smirks around Vasquez's length is once again very much reminiscent of a cat who happened to catch a canary.
He slides his mouth along Vasquez's cock, using his hand to stroke what he otherwise can't reach. It's good, feeling how Vasquez's body tightens like a string pulled taut, listening to the muffled curse and gasp of Vasquez above him, the timbre of it startled and pleased all at once. Faraday might be ashamed to admit that he's thought about this a lot, has whiled away more than a few lonely nights with fantasies about getting his mouth on Vasquez's cock – but he supposes the happy end result of that fantasizing is that he knows what he wants.
He finds the hand Vasquez has in Faraday's hair, and he squeezes it pointedly – not to pull it away, but to wordlessly tell Vasquez that there's no need to be gentle.
After that, Faraday exhales, swallowing Vasquez down. ]
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He slides his mouth along Vasquez's cock, using his hand to stroke what he otherwise can't reach. It's good, feeling how Vasquez's body tightens like a string pulled taut, listening to the muffled curse and gasp of Vasquez above him, the timbre of it startled and pleased all at once. Faraday might be ashamed to admit that he's thought about this a lot, has whiled away more than a few lonely nights with fantasies about getting his mouth on Vasquez's cock – but he supposes the happy end result of that fantasizing is that he knows what he wants.
He finds the hand Vasquez has in Faraday's hair, and he squeezes it pointedly – not to pull it away, but to wordlessly tell Vasquez that there's no need to be gentle.
After that, Faraday exhales, swallowing Vasquez down. ]