[ He swears again, low and heated, once Vasquez offers his permission, and while Faraday maintains control, his rhythm turns uneven, quickening and slowing by turns as he chases his release.
He curls a hand over Vasquez's cheek – not quite tender, but something dangerously close. Hell, Vasquez looks good down there, with his lips stretched around Faraday's cock, with that flush spreading out over his warm skin, with his hair a goddamn mess after Faraday got his hands on him.
His orgasm crashes over him in an instant, golden heat flooding his system as he moans out Vasquez's name, as he thrusts into Vasquez's mouth. He buries both hands in Vasquez's hair as he comes – just for the sensation of it, not without any real intention of locking him in place – and Faraday curls over him, gasping and swearing.
Once he's spent, breath coming in rough pants, he loosens his grip on Vasquez's hair to give the man freedom to shift back, though he keeps his hands curled loosely to cup the back of Vasquez's neck. ]
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He curls a hand over Vasquez's cheek – not quite tender, but something dangerously close. Hell, Vasquez looks good down there, with his lips stretched around Faraday's cock, with that flush spreading out over his warm skin, with his hair a goddamn mess after Faraday got his hands on him.
His orgasm crashes over him in an instant, golden heat flooding his system as he moans out Vasquez's name, as he thrusts into Vasquez's mouth. He buries both hands in Vasquez's hair as he comes – just for the sensation of it, not without any real intention of locking him in place – and Faraday curls over him, gasping and swearing.
Once he's spent, breath coming in rough pants, he loosens his grip on Vasquez's hair to give the man freedom to shift back, though he keeps his hands curled loosely to cup the back of Vasquez's neck. ]