He's not sure why he had expected Vasquez to be the one and done type of man – maybe because he never heard about any of Vasquez's exploits beyond the rare honeytrap, and he assumed that meant Vasquez didn't get up to much beyond the occasional one-night stand. On the other hand, though, their line of work doesn't exactly lend itself to anything approaching steady – at least, not without letting someone in on the secret of Statesman – so he supposes he should amend his assumption.
Maybe Vasquez is just looking for something simple. Uncomplicated.
It certainly stands to reason, doesn't it?
The nagging questions (what the hell is this, Vas? what the hell are we doing? what exactly do you want out of this?) flit straight out of his ears the instant Vasquez takes him in properly, and Faraday lets out a low, encouraging sound, rolling his hips a little for a slow, shallow thrust into Vasquez's mouth.
He tangles his fingers in Vasquez's hair at the nape of his neck, and despite his attempts at urging the other man on, he does nothing to physically force him. For now, his hand is just resting there, along for the ride. ]
That depends on how long I feel like lettin' you stay.
[ But it's an empty threat; an attempt at being contrary just for the sake of it. ]
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Well. That changes things.
He's not sure why he had expected Vasquez to be the one and done type of man – maybe because he never heard about any of Vasquez's exploits beyond the rare honeytrap, and he assumed that meant Vasquez didn't get up to much beyond the occasional one-night stand. On the other hand, though, their line of work doesn't exactly lend itself to anything approaching steady – at least, not without letting someone in on the secret of Statesman – so he supposes he should amend his assumption.
Maybe Vasquez is just looking for something simple. Uncomplicated.
It certainly stands to reason, doesn't it?
The nagging questions (what the hell is this, Vas? what the hell are we doing? what exactly do you want out of this?) flit straight out of his ears the instant Vasquez takes him in properly, and Faraday lets out a low, encouraging sound, rolling his hips a little for a slow, shallow thrust into Vasquez's mouth.
He tangles his fingers in Vasquez's hair at the nape of his neck, and despite his attempts at urging the other man on, he does nothing to physically force him. For now, his hand is just resting there, along for the ride. ]
That depends on how long I feel like lettin' you stay.
[ But it's an empty threat; an attempt at being contrary just for the sake of it. ]