[ See, Faraday has no goddamn clue what Vasquez just said.
He hopes it was nice. It sounded, nice at least, based on the heated reverence in Vasquez's delivery of the words, on the almost gentle way Vasquez's hand curls over his cheek, his thumb ghosting over his lip. It's a weird fucking contrast – that soft touch and the white-knuckled grip Vasquez has on Faraday's hair.
A compliment, Faraday decides, or at least something meant to sound complimentary.
Given the arch today has taken, and given that Vasquez hasn't been quite as disparaging as Faraday had assumed, maybe Faraday shouldn't be so quick to assume the worse.
He keeps working at Vasquez's cock, keeps stroking his own – not with the amount of effort he'd need to get himself off, but enough, at least, to take the edge off. Vasquez sounds fucking fantastic above him, and he tries to commit to memory that stream of Spanish, the breathless sounds Vasquez keeps making. Faraday feels Vasquez's dick throb in his mouth and under his hand, and when Vasquez offers that frantic warning, Faraday feels that prickly surge of want run through him again.
He wishes he had a good enough angle to watch Vasquez come undone, but he supposes he'll just content himself with the knowledge that he made it happen. Instead of backing up, Faraday loosens his grip on his own cock to curl his hand around Vasquez's balls, tugging on them carefully before pressing his fingertips to the sensitive spot just behind them.
And after that, he offers a hoarse, encouraging sound before swallowing Vasquez back down. ]
[ At this point, Vasquez is perfectly convinced Faraday is just going to murder him with this blowjob, and some hysterical part of his brain is more than willing to posit that this is why Faraday is so damn good with the occasional honeypot mission thrown onto his plate.
What a way to go.
Vasquez's panting turns ragged, his fingers twisting brutally in Faraday's hair with enough force he might be concerned at another moment. The sounds out of him trail off in coherence – growls, whines, curses, praise – until Faraday's hand cups the tight weight of his balls, fingers pressing up—
Vasquez has to release Faraday's jaw to keep himself from arching back, from falling onto the mattress with the force of his orgasm slamming into him. He loses control of his hips bucking into Faraday's hand, into his mouth, once, twice, until he's spilling down Faraday's throat with a hoarse cry of his partner's name. ]
[ Shit, he sounds good like that, with words escaping him entirely. (Well, Faraday might say later, with all the smugness in the world. 'Least I've got a surefire way to shut you up.)
The involuntary thrusts of Vasquez's hips, the relentless grip he has in Faraday's hair, the almost helpless noises that escape him – it's fucking heady, sends sparks flying down Faraday's spine and pooling low in his stomach. And when Vasquez finally climaxes, Faraday groans with it, relaxing his jaw to let Vasquez move as he needs to. He tastes salt on the back of his tongue, swallows down each burst of Vasquez's cum, and he curls one hand around Vasquez's hip – an anchor point, more than any attempt at helping the other man keep steady.
Once Vasquez seems spent, Faraday slides back, licking his lips, before he turns to kiss at the inside of Vasquez's thigh, following it up with a sharp little bite.
[ Only once Faraday draws away entirely does Vasquez allow himself to flop backwards onto the bed. His chest heaves with the effort of trying to catch his breath, his eyes a little hazy as the room tips sideways for a second.
That sharp dig of Faraday's teeth brings Vasquez back to reality, catching him off guard enough to startle out a noise (bordering dangerously close to another whine). His fingers tighten and flex in Faraday's hair again, then finally drop away.
He goes boneless when Faraday lets up, and the muttering under his breath is still English, though something closer to "fucking bastard" than a compliment, this time. ]
[ Faraday snorts out a laugh – first, when Vasquez flops back, and again, when he offers up that complaint. ]
Maybe. Maybe not. You gotta admit that it wouldn't be the worst way to go.
[ His voice is a little rough, though his amusement still shines through. He gets to his feet, finally kicking off the remainder of his clothes to sit on the edge of the mattress, hip to hip with Vasquez. ]
At the hands and mouth of the world's greatest lover.
[ Vasquez weakly whacks Faraday's side with the back of his hand once the other man plops down beside him, though Vasquez makes no move to sit upright again.
[ ... Apparently, he's going the route of more bitching.
But, rather than continue to insult Faraday, Vasquez finally pushes himself upright again. Given the complete and absolute jelly state of his muscles right now, it requires more effort than he's willing to expend to try maneuvering Faraday's bulk around on the bed; in order to avoid that little complication, Vasquez shifts in a shockingly smooth motion to straddle Faraday's lap so he's face-to-face with the other man again.
Vasquez slides a hand up, roughly grabbing a fistful of the hair at the back of Faraday's head. ]
If any of their coworkers were privy to that display, Vasquez would surely get top marks for the maneuver, and Faraday would likely get a sound berating for his lack of reaction. Still, it's hard to be all that upset by it, considering he's got Vasquez in his lap. His hands come to rest on Vasquez's toned thighs.
Of course, any snide remarks Faraday might have on the matter are summarily interrupted by the vicious pull on his hair. Instead of something smug and, as Vasquez rightly pointed out, insufferable, Faraday lets out a sharp swear instead. His cock twitches with it, still hard and leaking with precum.
But much like Vasquez, Faraday takes the bitching route. ]
[ Faraday's reactions are just as thrilling as they were the first time, and something in Vasquez purrs with approval as he watches Faraday hiss and snarl, as his cock noticeably throbs between them. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that their almost feral exchanges, the vicious way they fight and that brutal edge they both carry, translates into the way they fuck.
Vasquez isn't a complete animal, far from an inconsiderate lover, so rarely (if ever) does he so recklessly use his strength with a partner. He's not entirely sure he has it in himself for "tender," but fastidious, diligent, and attentive? He's got those in spades, when it comes to sex. But with Faraday, in this moment, he just wants to meet the other man head-on, with the same force and power that feeds their give-and-take. Maybe some other time, he'll be able to ease away from the instinct to bite and fuck and claim and fight, but right now, his body is leaning hard into its own urges.
Right now, he wants to coax Faraday into finding that rhythm with him. ]
Hm? Problem?
[ It's Vasquez's turn to sound smug as he grins at Faraday, as his free hand slides appreciatively across Faraday's chest, drifting down his belly. ]
Might be, if your intention is to make me go bald.
[ Of course, he says that, but he makes no move to extract Vasquez's fingers from his hair or dislodge Vasquez from his lap. Instead, his breath hitches a little as he mentally tracks the progress of Vasquez's other hand.
He lets out a low, wanting noise, and not for the first time tonight, he cups the back of Vasquez's neck, hauls him in for another fierce kiss. ]
[ Vasquez's laugh is smothered by Faraday's lips, his smirk still in place for a heartbeat before he returns the kiss with the same hungry edge. He maintains that grip, keeps letting his hand drift lower. He brushes against Faraday's stomach, his tensing abs, instead of deviating to touch his cock, to offer any relief yet.
He only comes up to breathe, nipping sharply at Faraday's bottom lip.
When he speaks, his voice comes huskier, rougher, ]
Eh, you would not look so flattering bald, guerito. I'll let you keep your hair.
[ Bald Faraday? Not exactly Vasquez's ideal fantasy.
He just loves the way Faraday reacts when Vasquez pulls his hair. ]
You want me to be gentler?
[ He punctuates the question by loosening his knotted fingers – barely. ]
[ Faraday starts to deadpan, What a relief, but Vasquez finally wraps his hand around Faraday's cock, cutting off Faraday's sarcasm. Faraday lets out a low, strained noise, forehead falling against Vasquez's. ]
[ He can't help but chuckle a little, and he repeats, ]
Seems fair.
[ That appears to be the running theme for the evening.
With one hand curled possessively over the line of Vasquez's jaw, it's Faraday's turn to close the space between them with another fierce kiss, licking into Vasquez's mouth, letting out a low, pleased sound at the sensation of Vasquez's tongue sliding against his own. Faraday has always been about instant gratification – why put off to later what he could enjoy now?
But at length he pulls back, wearing a smirk. ]
You sure you can handle it? You looked well and truly exhausted, few seconds ago.
[ As Faraday drags Vasquez in for another kiss, Vasquez is made keenly aware that the trade-off for giving Faraday a blowjob is that he can’t also kiss him.
Vasquez will just have to make up for it later.
He reluctantly begins to loosen his grip on Faraday’s hair as they kiss, as he drinks in the taste of whiskey and something distinctly Faraday. Vasquez realizes he could stay like this for ages, just kissing Faraday with all that heat and fierce passion, but his desire to see Faraday fall apart is starting to overtake his enjoyment of the kissing.
He laughs when Faraday comes up for air, taunting him. ]
You’ll have to do better than that to wear me out.
[ He leans in to flick his tongue over the swollen curve of Faraday’s bottom lip. ]
Are you going to let go so I can get on my knees, cariño?
[ Vasquez shoots him that smug grin, but he doesn't waste time with another kiss.
Denying Faraday, at this point, is also denying himself. He doesn't have the same affinity for his own tongue, if only because he is in no way as loquacious as Faraday, but he does love watching his partners come undone; history has shown him that it's hard to resist a hot and eager mouth.
Just as smoothly as Vasquez slid into Faraday's lap, he drops to his knees on the ground, nudging Faraday's thighs apart to make room for himself. This is a much more "up close and personal" view of the cock he'd had time to admire before, and he has to say, he's just as pleased with the opportunity to become better acquainted with it now.
(Thinking the first time had been the last time had been— difficult.)
Rough palms run up and down Faraday's thighs, thumbs absently kneading into muscle as he leans close, pressing his lips low on the other man's shaft. He breathes Faraday in – masculine, sharp, with a distant whisper of old smoke and strong earth – and kisses up, tracing every inch with a steady intent. He isn't racing to get Faraday off, and now that he's no longer aching for release, there's no real rush, right? ]
[ He watches Vasquez as he shifts, appreciating the other man's grace. He lets his legs fall apart without complaint. Vasquez settles, and Faraday has to say, it's one hell of a picture.
He relaxes as Vasquez's hands run over his legs, content, for now, to let the other man explore. He bites down on a low, wanting sound when the other man presses a kiss close to the base of his cock, when he meanders upward toward the head. Vasquez's breath is hot against his length, his lips offering that brief hint of pressure, and Faraday lets out a helpless laugh. ]
This is gonna be a thing with you, huh?
[ His voice is rough, hands coming to rest on Vasquez's shoulders. ]
[ Those sharp teeth flash briefly up at Faraday, and Vasquez shifts down again, this time following the full line of Faraday's cock from root to crown with his tongue. He tastes faint salt and sweat and Faraday, and it's goddamn heady. ]
[ He hisses in a breath, tensing when he feels the wet heat of Vasquez's tongue running along his length. His hands tighten around Vasquez's shoulders for a second, relaxing once Vasquez backs off again.
He shoots the other man a flat look. ]
Quit with all the teasin'. I've been puttin' up with it enough today.
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He hopes it was nice. It sounded, nice at least, based on the heated reverence in Vasquez's delivery of the words, on the almost gentle way Vasquez's hand curls over his cheek, his thumb ghosting over his lip. It's a weird fucking contrast – that soft touch and the white-knuckled grip Vasquez has on Faraday's hair.
A compliment, Faraday decides, or at least something meant to sound complimentary.
Given the arch today has taken, and given that Vasquez hasn't been quite as disparaging as Faraday had assumed, maybe Faraday shouldn't be so quick to assume the worse.
He keeps working at Vasquez's cock, keeps stroking his own – not with the amount of effort he'd need to get himself off, but enough, at least, to take the edge off. Vasquez sounds fucking fantastic above him, and he tries to commit to memory that stream of Spanish, the breathless sounds Vasquez keeps making. Faraday feels Vasquez's dick throb in his mouth and under his hand, and when Vasquez offers that frantic warning, Faraday feels that prickly surge of want run through him again.
He wishes he had a good enough angle to watch Vasquez come undone, but he supposes he'll just content himself with the knowledge that he made it happen. Instead of backing up, Faraday loosens his grip on his own cock to curl his hand around Vasquez's balls, tugging on them carefully before pressing his fingertips to the sensitive spot just behind them.
And after that, he offers a hoarse, encouraging sound before swallowing Vasquez back down. ]
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What a way to go.
Vasquez's panting turns ragged, his fingers twisting brutally in Faraday's hair with enough force he might be concerned at another moment. The sounds out of him trail off in coherence – growls, whines, curses, praise – until Faraday's hand cups the tight weight of his balls, fingers pressing up—
Vasquez has to release Faraday's jaw to keep himself from arching back, from falling onto the mattress with the force of his orgasm slamming into him. He loses control of his hips bucking into Faraday's hand, into his mouth, once, twice, until he's spilling down Faraday's throat with a hoarse cry of his partner's name. ]
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The involuntary thrusts of Vasquez's hips, the relentless grip he has in Faraday's hair, the almost helpless noises that escape him – it's fucking heady, sends sparks flying down Faraday's spine and pooling low in his stomach. And when Vasquez finally climaxes, Faraday groans with it, relaxing his jaw to let Vasquez move as he needs to. He tastes salt on the back of his tongue, swallows down each burst of Vasquez's cum, and he curls one hand around Vasquez's hip – an anchor point, more than any attempt at helping the other man keep steady.
Once Vasquez seems spent, Faraday slides back, licking his lips, before he turns to kiss at the inside of Vasquez's thigh, following it up with a sharp little bite.
Planting a flag. Staking a claim. ]
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That sharp dig of Faraday's teeth brings Vasquez back to reality, catching him off guard enough to startle out a noise (bordering dangerously close to another whine). His fingers tighten and flex in Faraday's hair again, then finally drop away.
He goes boneless when Faraday lets up, and the muttering under his breath is still English, though something closer to "fucking bastard" than a compliment, this time. ]
You actually— trying to kill me tonight, cabrón?
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Maybe. Maybe not. You gotta admit that it wouldn't be the worst way to go.
[ His voice is a little rough, though his amusement still shines through. He gets to his feet, finally kicking off the remainder of his clothes to sit on the edge of the mattress, hip to hip with Vasquez. ]
At the hands and mouth of the world's greatest lover.
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Too much effort too quickly. ]
Don't think you earn that title so easily.
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Well, judging by the way you look well and truly sated, I humbly beg to differ.
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You are insufferable, you know?
[ ... Which is technically not a disagreement. ]
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Then, ]
Bitch all you like, but I still think all the evidence stands for itself.
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[ ... Apparently, he's going the route of more bitching.
But, rather than continue to insult Faraday, Vasquez finally pushes himself upright again. Given the complete and absolute jelly state of his muscles right now, it requires more effort than he's willing to expend to try maneuvering Faraday's bulk around on the bed; in order to avoid that little complication, Vasquez shifts in a shockingly smooth motion to straddle Faraday's lap so he's face-to-face with the other man again.
Vasquez slides a hand up, roughly grabbing a fistful of the hair at the back of Faraday's head. ]
Atroz.
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If any of their coworkers were privy to that display, Vasquez would surely get top marks for the maneuver, and Faraday would likely get a sound berating for his lack of reaction. Still, it's hard to be all that upset by it, considering he's got Vasquez in his lap. His hands come to rest on Vasquez's toned thighs.
Of course, any snide remarks Faraday might have on the matter are summarily interrupted by the vicious pull on his hair. Instead of something smug and, as Vasquez rightly pointed out, insufferable, Faraday lets out a sharp swear instead. His cock twitches with it, still hard and leaking with precum.
But much like Vasquez, Faraday takes the bitching route. ]
Fucking hell, Vas.
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Vasquez isn't a complete animal, far from an inconsiderate lover, so rarely (if ever) does he so recklessly use his strength with a partner. He's not entirely sure he has it in himself for "tender," but fastidious, diligent, and attentive? He's got those in spades, when it comes to sex. But with Faraday, in this moment, he just wants to meet the other man head-on, with the same force and power that feeds their give-and-take. Maybe some other time, he'll be able to ease away from the instinct to bite and fuck and claim and fight, but right now, his body is leaning hard into its own urges.
Right now, he wants to coax Faraday into finding that rhythm with him. ]
Hm? Problem?
[ It's Vasquez's turn to sound smug as he grins at Faraday, as his free hand slides appreciatively across Faraday's chest, drifting down his belly. ]
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[ Of course, he says that, but he makes no move to extract Vasquez's fingers from his hair or dislodge Vasquez from his lap. Instead, his breath hitches a little as he mentally tracks the progress of Vasquez's other hand.
He lets out a low, wanting noise, and not for the first time tonight, he cups the back of Vasquez's neck, hauls him in for another fierce kiss. ]
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He only comes up to breathe, nipping sharply at Faraday's bottom lip.
When he speaks, his voice comes huskier, rougher, ]
Eh, you would not look so flattering bald, guerito. I'll let you keep your hair.
[ Bald Faraday? Not exactly Vasquez's ideal fantasy.
He just loves the way Faraday reacts when Vasquez pulls his hair. ]
You want me to be gentler?
[ He punctuates the question by loosening his knotted fingers – barely. ]
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[ And the answer is immediate and sharp. ]
I just need you to not leave a bare patch at the back of my head.
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I promise not to leave you any less pretty than I found you.
[ Which is to say: he won’t yank out any tuftfuls of hair tonight. ]
Now.
[ And finally, finally he wraps his long fingers around Faraday’s swollen cock, offering a slow squeeze. ]
You going to tell me what you want now? How you want to come?
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Your hand. Your mouth. Hell, I ain't picky.
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My mouth seems fair, no? Hot and wet – better than a dry hand, I would think.
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Seems fair.
[ That appears to be the running theme for the evening.
With one hand curled possessively over the line of Vasquez's jaw, it's Faraday's turn to close the space between them with another fierce kiss, licking into Vasquez's mouth, letting out a low, pleased sound at the sensation of Vasquez's tongue sliding against his own. Faraday has always been about instant gratification – why put off to later what he could enjoy now?
But at length he pulls back, wearing a smirk. ]
You sure you can handle it? You looked well and truly exhausted, few seconds ago.
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Vasquez will just have to make up for it later.
He reluctantly begins to loosen his grip on Faraday’s hair as they kiss, as he drinks in the taste of whiskey and something distinctly Faraday. Vasquez realizes he could stay like this for ages, just kissing Faraday with all that heat and fierce passion, but his desire to see Faraday fall apart is starting to overtake his enjoyment of the kissing.
He laughs when Faraday comes up for air, taunting him. ]
You’ll have to do better than that to wear me out.
[ He leans in to flick his tongue over the swollen curve of Faraday’s bottom lip. ]
Are you going to let go so I can get on my knees, cariño?
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Dryly, ]
You ask so much of me.
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[ Vasquez shoots him that smug grin, but he doesn't waste time with another kiss.
Denying Faraday, at this point, is also denying himself. He doesn't have the same affinity for his own tongue, if only because he is in no way as loquacious as Faraday, but he does love watching his partners come undone; history has shown him that it's hard to resist a hot and eager mouth.
Just as smoothly as Vasquez slid into Faraday's lap, he drops to his knees on the ground, nudging Faraday's thighs apart to make room for himself. This is a much more "up close and personal" view of the cock he'd had time to admire before, and he has to say, he's just as pleased with the opportunity to become better acquainted with it now.
(Thinking the first time had been the last time had been— difficult.)
Rough palms run up and down Faraday's thighs, thumbs absently kneading into muscle as he leans close, pressing his lips low on the other man's shaft. He breathes Faraday in – masculine, sharp, with a distant whisper of old smoke and strong earth – and kisses up, tracing every inch with a steady intent. He isn't racing to get Faraday off, and now that he's no longer aching for release, there's no real rush, right? ]
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He relaxes as Vasquez's hands run over his legs, content, for now, to let the other man explore. He bites down on a low, wanting sound when the other man presses a kiss close to the base of his cock, when he meanders upward toward the head. Vasquez's breath is hot against his length, his lips offering that brief hint of pressure, and Faraday lets out a helpless laugh. ]
This is gonna be a thing with you, huh?
[ His voice is rough, hands coming to rest on Vasquez's shoulders. ]
You waitin' on a written invitation again?
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[ Those sharp teeth flash briefly up at Faraday, and Vasquez shifts down again, this time following the full line of Faraday's cock from root to crown with his tongue. He tastes faint salt and sweat and Faraday, and it's goddamn heady. ]
Something I'm doing you want me to stop?
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He shoots the other man a flat look. ]
Quit with all the teasin'. I've been puttin' up with it enough today.
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