[ Vasquez's laugh is smothered by Faraday's lips, his smirk still in place for a heartbeat before he returns the kiss with the same hungry edge. He maintains that grip, keeps letting his hand drift lower. He brushes against Faraday's stomach, his tensing abs, instead of deviating to touch his cock, to offer any relief yet.
He only comes up to breathe, nipping sharply at Faraday's bottom lip.
When he speaks, his voice comes huskier, rougher, ]
Eh, you would not look so flattering bald, guerito. I'll let you keep your hair.
[ Bald Faraday? Not exactly Vasquez's ideal fantasy.
He just loves the way Faraday reacts when Vasquez pulls his hair. ]
You want me to be gentler?
[ He punctuates the question by loosening his knotted fingers – barely. ]
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He only comes up to breathe, nipping sharply at Faraday's bottom lip.
When he speaks, his voice comes huskier, rougher, ]
Eh, you would not look so flattering bald, guerito. I'll let you keep your hair.
[ Bald Faraday? Not exactly Vasquez's ideal fantasy.
He just loves the way Faraday reacts when Vasquez pulls his hair. ]
You want me to be gentler?
[ He punctuates the question by loosening his knotted fingers – barely. ]