The thought flies out of his head once Vasquez swallows him down, lets Faraday feel the hot, wet slide of his throat. A deep, guttural groan drags its way out of Faraday's lungs, and his fingers tighten in Vasquez's hair, the other curling possessively over the back of his neck. But once again, he doesn't hold Vasquez there, doesn't force him where Faraday desperately wants him.
A dark, feral part of him almost wishes he had, once Vasquez eases back.
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The thought flies out of his head once Vasquez swallows him down, lets Faraday feel the hot, wet slide of his throat. A deep, guttural groan drags its way out of Faraday's lungs, and his fingers tighten in Vasquez's hair, the other curling possessively over the back of his neck. But once again, he doesn't hold Vasquez there, doesn't force him where Faraday desperately wants him.
A dark, feral part of him almost wishes he had, once Vasquez eases back.
He scowls, though his voice is a little thin: ]
Goddamn prick.