[ Vasquez shoots him that smug grin, but he doesn't waste time with another kiss.
Denying Faraday, at this point, is also denying himself. He doesn't have the same affinity for his own tongue, if only because he is in no way as loquacious as Faraday, but he does love watching his partners come undone; history has shown him that it's hard to resist a hot and eager mouth.
Just as smoothly as Vasquez slid into Faraday's lap, he drops to his knees on the ground, nudging Faraday's thighs apart to make room for himself. This is a much more "up close and personal" view of the cock he'd had time to admire before, and he has to say, he's just as pleased with the opportunity to become better acquainted with it now.
(Thinking the first time had been the last time had been— difficult.)
Rough palms run up and down Faraday's thighs, thumbs absently kneading into muscle as he leans close, pressing his lips low on the other man's shaft. He breathes Faraday in – masculine, sharp, with a distant whisper of old smoke and strong earth – and kisses up, tracing every inch with a steady intent. He isn't racing to get Faraday off, and now that he's no longer aching for release, there's no real rush, right? ]
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[ Vasquez shoots him that smug grin, but he doesn't waste time with another kiss.
Denying Faraday, at this point, is also denying himself. He doesn't have the same affinity for his own tongue, if only because he is in no way as loquacious as Faraday, but he does love watching his partners come undone; history has shown him that it's hard to resist a hot and eager mouth.
Just as smoothly as Vasquez slid into Faraday's lap, he drops to his knees on the ground, nudging Faraday's thighs apart to make room for himself. This is a much more "up close and personal" view of the cock he'd had time to admire before, and he has to say, he's just as pleased with the opportunity to become better acquainted with it now.
(Thinking the first time had been the last time had been— difficult.)
Rough palms run up and down Faraday's thighs, thumbs absently kneading into muscle as he leans close, pressing his lips low on the other man's shaft. He breathes Faraday in – masculine, sharp, with a distant whisper of old smoke and strong earth – and kisses up, tracing every inch with a steady intent. He isn't racing to get Faraday off, and now that he's no longer aching for release, there's no real rush, right? ]