[ If he wasn't completely occupied, Vasquez might have offered Faraday a flash of gratitude for making this— well, not easy, but easier. With a rhythm to follow, Vasquez can time his breathing, can relax without choking, and he doesn't have to hold a lungful of air just to keep up.
Faraday gasps out a warning, and the words shoot straight through Vasquez again; he can only manage an encouraging, acknowledging little moan, another squeeze of Faraday's hip.
It's as much as he can offer "keep going" without stopping, himself. He wants to feel Faraday come in his mouth, wants to swallow whatever he has to offer, and he wants to see this for himself.
(There's so much he wants to do to Faraday, so much he wants to experience, but... they have time, don't they?) ]
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Faraday gasps out a warning, and the words shoot straight through Vasquez again; he can only manage an encouraging, acknowledging little moan, another squeeze of Faraday's hip.
It's as much as he can offer "keep going" without stopping, himself. He wants to feel Faraday come in his mouth, wants to swallow whatever he has to offer, and he wants to see this for himself.
(There's so much he wants to do to Faraday, so much he wants to experience, but... they have time, don't they?) ]