[ It's unquestionably sinful, the recursive loop of Vasquez's enjoyment and desire feeding back into Faraday's, spurring him on to lick and suck and tease at Vasquez's cock. He tastes that faint hint of salt on the back of his tongue, drinks in the constant white noise of Vasquez swearing above him – and maybe Faraday doesn't understand it, exactly, but he definitely knows filth when he hears it.
He feels himself throb with it and groans around Vasquez's cock, briefly tilting his cheek into Vasquez's palm, and his free hand starts working at the fastenings of his own pants.
Fuck. He should've done this earlier, when he helped Vasquez to shuck his clothes.
One-handed, he unfastens his belt, unbuttons his fly, and all the while he sucks Vasquez's dick like it's the last time he'll get the chance. (Hell, maybe it really is.) His fumbling takes him longer than it rightly should (of course it would, considering where the majority his focus currently lies), but finally, with his clothing pushed away only enough to accommodate his impatience and growing need, he slips his hand past the waistband of his boxers, curls his fingers around his cock. He lets out a low, relieved noise, pumping himself in time with his every pass of his mouth. ]
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He feels himself throb with it and groans around Vasquez's cock, briefly tilting his cheek into Vasquez's palm, and his free hand starts working at the fastenings of his own pants.
Fuck. He should've done this earlier, when he helped Vasquez to shuck his clothes.
One-handed, he unfastens his belt, unbuttons his fly, and all the while he sucks Vasquez's dick like it's the last time he'll get the chance. (Hell, maybe it really is.) His fumbling takes him longer than it rightly should (of course it would, considering where the majority his focus currently lies), but finally, with his clothing pushed away only enough to accommodate his impatience and growing need, he slips his hand past the waistband of his boxers, curls his fingers around his cock. He lets out a low, relieved noise, pumping himself in time with his every pass of his mouth. ]