[ Vasquez finally sets to it, and Faraday lets out a low wanting noise, rolling his hips again in another shallow thrust. ]
Fuck, sweetheart—
[ Praise and want and impatience, all rolled up into a tight ball, and while he still doesn't force Vasquez into a quicker pace, his hand still tightens in the other man's hair. Vasquez's mouth feels goddamn perfect, all that wet heat and the easy, expert slide of his tongue along Faraday's length. And when he lets out that sound, it hums along Faraday's dick, dragging a groan and a muffled curse from him.
He's been wound up for ages, now, ever since the ride over, when Vasquez decided to risk their chances with a ticket for reckless driving or a collision, but even without all that teasing, Faraday would surely feel just as impatient as he does right now. ]
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Fuck, sweetheart—
[ Praise and want and impatience, all rolled up into a tight ball, and while he still doesn't force Vasquez into a quicker pace, his hand still tightens in the other man's hair. Vasquez's mouth feels goddamn perfect, all that wet heat and the easy, expert slide of his tongue along Faraday's length. And when he lets out that sound, it hums along Faraday's dick, dragging a groan and a muffled curse from him.
He's been wound up for ages, now, ever since the ride over, when Vasquez decided to risk their chances with a ticket for reckless driving or a collision, but even without all that teasing, Faraday would surely feel just as impatient as he does right now. ]
Vas, come on.