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.
[ It's frankly endearing how flustered and worked up Faraday is already, how demanding and expectant. Not that Vasquez can blame him, necessarily, because he'd been just as eager for a reprieve (and a damn orgasm). ]
So no taking my time, is what you're saying.
[ He huffs a little laugh against the sensitive, dampened skin. ]
[ And even though he says that, he hardly sounds genuinely annoyed – and given all the time they've spent together, Vasquez will surely know the difference. ]
This exchange is startin' to feel a little one-sided.
[ Vasquez easily recognizes the aggravation for what it is – more a show than anything that should worry him. He just hums in acknowledgement, once again drawing a slow line up Faraday's cock with the flat of his tongue.
He leaves behind a slick trail of saliva. ]
Only if you think my plan is to make you come once and that's it.
[ As far as Vasquez is concerned, there's nothing one-sided about his own intentions with Faraday. ]
We have more time tonight, don't we, cariño?
[ But, despite his own lazy pace, despite being a pain for Faraday, Vasquez wraps his lips properly around Faraday's cock as soon as he reaches the head. ]
He's not sure why he had expected Vasquez to be the one and done type of man – maybe because he never heard about any of Vasquez's exploits beyond the rare honeytrap, and he assumed that meant Vasquez didn't get up to much beyond the occasional one-night stand. On the other hand, though, their line of work doesn't exactly lend itself to anything approaching steady – at least, not without letting someone in on the secret of Statesman – so he supposes he should amend his assumption.
Maybe Vasquez is just looking for something simple. Uncomplicated.
It certainly stands to reason, doesn't it?
The nagging questions (what the hell is this, Vas? what the hell are we doing? what exactly do you want out of this?) flit straight out of his ears the instant Vasquez takes him in properly, and Faraday lets out a low, encouraging sound, rolling his hips a little for a slow, shallow thrust into Vasquez's mouth.
He tangles his fingers in Vasquez's hair at the nape of his neck, and despite his attempts at urging the other man on, he does nothing to physically force him. For now, his hand is just resting there, along for the ride. ]
That depends on how long I feel like lettin' you stay.
[ But it's an empty threat; an attempt at being contrary just for the sake of it. ]
[ Despite the way Faraday rocks up, sliding more of his cock, just barely, between Vasquez's lips, Vasquez doesn't draw back. He leaves his jaw relaxed, keeps his teeth clear of that sensitive skin, only offering a pleased little hum as Faraday's fingers tangle lightly in Vasquez's own messy curls.
That threat, empty or no, earns Faraday's thigh a slightly tighter, reprimanding squeeze.
Vasquez is fairly confident the other man won't be kicking him out any time soon.
To reenforce that, Vasquez shifts up, sliding the tight circle of his lips down Faraday's cock, mapping him with his tongue. Maybe Vasquez was intent on taking his time, but there's a greedy edge to his own wants that he can't deny. He wants to watch Faraday lose himself again. He wants to see what Faraday looks like fucking his mouth. He wants to make Faraday curse and gasp and moan, and he wants to remember it all.
Vasquez hollows out his cheeks, sucking his way back up Faraday's dick, the tip of his tongue nudging under the head and then tracing just the tip to swipe away the beading precum. The sound out of him is rumbled and delighted. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Faraday keeps trying to egg Vasquez on, but he just offers an inquisitive hum around his mouthful as his tongue flicks again through a salty droplet.
He's not an idiot – he knows Faraday wants more – but he's also an asshole.
Dark eyes focus on Faraday's face, and something smug and wild flickers there before Vasquez forces his jaw to relax, breathes deep, and slides his mouth down Faraday's cock. He feels Faraday knocking against the back of his throat, and he affords the man one firm swallow – and then he slides right back up to trace a wet path again with the flat of his tongue.
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.
[ If he wasn't otherwise occupied, Vasquez would look so pleased with himself. His grin would be downright insufferable.
Instead, it sparks in his eyes, practically radiating off of him.
That hand at the back of his neck, that tight grip in his hair – it doesn't stop him from tracing Faraday with his tongue in another few, steady swipes. He doesn't offer another taste of his throat at first, just to try easing Faraday away from the expectation of more intensity. He wants to keep Faraday on his toes, all until he can catch him off guard again—
[ Grin or no, Faraday definitely feels the smugness pouring off of Vasquez in thick waves, and he shoots the other man another look of irritation.
It's clear enough, too, that there's no convincing Vasquez to speed the hell up, and that Faraday has little choice but to wait him out. Waiting, however, has never been his strong suit, and no matter how often life tries to teach him that lesson, it doesn't exactly stick.
Each unhurried pass stokes that slowly building fire low in his stomach, and even if Faraday wishes for more, he has to admit that Vasquez's mouth is goddamn perfect. He rocks his hips in time with Vasquez's slow rhythm, resigning himself to a reality where Vasquez takes until goddamn sunrise to get Faraday off—
But Vasquez swallows him down again. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ And it catches him off guard enough that instinct overtakes him, and he rolls his hips to drive his cock further into Vasquez's mouth.
He backs off after only a heartbeat, though, swearing under his breath. ]
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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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So no taking my time, is what you're saying.
[ He huffs a little laugh against the sensitive, dampened skin. ]
I can't appreciate your reactions?
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What, I'm puttin' on a show for you now?
[ And even though he says that, he hardly sounds genuinely annoyed – and given all the time they've spent together, Vasquez will surely know the difference. ]
This exchange is startin' to feel a little one-sided.
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He leaves behind a slick trail of saliva. ]
Only if you think my plan is to make you come once and that's it.
[ As far as Vasquez is concerned, there's nothing one-sided about his own intentions with Faraday. ]
We have more time tonight, don't we, cariño?
[ But, despite his own lazy pace, despite being a pain for Faraday, Vasquez wraps his lips properly around Faraday's cock as soon as he reaches the head. ]
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Well. That changes things.
He's not sure why he had expected Vasquez to be the one and done type of man – maybe because he never heard about any of Vasquez's exploits beyond the rare honeytrap, and he assumed that meant Vasquez didn't get up to much beyond the occasional one-night stand. On the other hand, though, their line of work doesn't exactly lend itself to anything approaching steady – at least, not without letting someone in on the secret of Statesman – so he supposes he should amend his assumption.
Maybe Vasquez is just looking for something simple. Uncomplicated.
It certainly stands to reason, doesn't it?
The nagging questions (what the hell is this, Vas? what the hell are we doing? what exactly do you want out of this?) flit straight out of his ears the instant Vasquez takes him in properly, and Faraday lets out a low, encouraging sound, rolling his hips a little for a slow, shallow thrust into Vasquez's mouth.
He tangles his fingers in Vasquez's hair at the nape of his neck, and despite his attempts at urging the other man on, he does nothing to physically force him. For now, his hand is just resting there, along for the ride. ]
That depends on how long I feel like lettin' you stay.
[ But it's an empty threat; an attempt at being contrary just for the sake of it. ]
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That threat, empty or no, earns Faraday's thigh a slightly tighter, reprimanding squeeze.
Vasquez is fairly confident the other man won't be kicking him out any time soon.
To reenforce that, Vasquez shifts up, sliding the tight circle of his lips down Faraday's cock, mapping him with his tongue. Maybe Vasquez was intent on taking his time, but there's a greedy edge to his own wants that he can't deny. He wants to watch Faraday lose himself again. He wants to see what Faraday looks like fucking his mouth. He wants to make Faraday curse and gasp and moan, and he wants to remember it all.
Vasquez hollows out his cheeks, sucking his way back up Faraday's dick, the tip of his tongue nudging under the head and then tracing just the tip to swipe away the beading precum. The sound out of him is rumbled and delighted. ]
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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.
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He's not an idiot – he knows Faraday wants more – but he's also an asshole.
Dark eyes focus on Faraday's face, and something smug and wild flickers there before Vasquez forces his jaw to relax, breathes deep, and slides his mouth down Faraday's cock. He feels Faraday knocking against the back of his throat, and he affords the man one firm swallow – and then he slides right back up to trace a wet path again with the flat of his tongue.
Definitely an asshole. ]
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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.
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Instead, it sparks in his eyes, practically radiating off of him.
That hand at the back of his neck, that tight grip in his hair – it doesn't stop him from tracing Faraday with his tongue in another few, steady swipes. He doesn't offer another taste of his throat at first, just to try easing Faraday away from the expectation of more intensity. He wants to keep Faraday on his toes, all until he can catch him off guard again—
—with another long, deep swallow. ]
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It's clear enough, too, that there's no convincing Vasquez to speed the hell up, and that Faraday has little choice but to wait him out. Waiting, however, has never been his strong suit, and no matter how often life tries to teach him that lesson, it doesn't exactly stick.
Each unhurried pass stokes that slowly building fire low in his stomach, and even if Faraday wishes for more, he has to admit that Vasquez's mouth is goddamn perfect. He rocks his hips in time with Vasquez's slow rhythm, resigning himself to a reality where Vasquez takes until goddamn sunrise to get Faraday off—
But Vasquez swallows him down again. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ And it catches him off guard enough that instinct overtakes him, and he rolls his hips to drive his cock further into Vasquez's mouth.
He backs off after only a heartbeat, though, swearing under his breath. ]
Shit, sorry, darlin'—
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