Vasquez barks out a laugh of delight when instead of a kiss, he gets a bite. The heat in his expression doesn't dwindle, instead kicking up in heat for the audacity of it and how very Faraday it is. "So is that a request to be taught? I think yes," he murmurs, after he lifts a thumb to rub back and forth over his lower lip, like he's considering this.
Sliding back, he slides his palms under Faraday's back to coax him into a sitting position, adjusting his straddle so that his ankles press into the small of Faraday's back as he sits in his lap, making himself as comfortable as he would be on top of a horse.
He's still in disbelief, still unable to believe this is possible, but with Faraday's cheeks so flushed and red, he doesn't want anyone else to see this but him. The jealousy is stoked quickly, but he puts it out as he cups Faraday by the neck and tugs him in slowly.
It's not quite how he'd kiss another man, but not how he'd kiss a woman either. There's a tenderness in it, born of what he feels for this man and how it's grown, so when he does finally slide in for a kiss, it's exploratory and slow, like he's intending to learn this man like this, in the privacy of their room and...
Laughing against Faraday's lips, he eases back when the bubble of amusement can't be stopped and it ruins the kiss.
"We only have one bed," is what he says, smirking. He can't believe that only a few hours ago, they would have expected that to be a problem.
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Sliding back, he slides his palms under Faraday's back to coax him into a sitting position, adjusting his straddle so that his ankles press into the small of Faraday's back as he sits in his lap, making himself as comfortable as he would be on top of a horse.
He's still in disbelief, still unable to believe this is possible, but with Faraday's cheeks so flushed and red, he doesn't want anyone else to see this but him. The jealousy is stoked quickly, but he puts it out as he cups Faraday by the neck and tugs him in slowly.
It's not quite how he'd kiss another man, but not how he'd kiss a woman either. There's a tenderness in it, born of what he feels for this man and how it's grown, so when he does finally slide in for a kiss, it's exploratory and slow, like he's intending to learn this man like this, in the privacy of their room and...
Laughing against Faraday's lips, he eases back when the bubble of amusement can't be stopped and it ruins the kiss.
"We only have one bed," is what he says, smirking. He can't believe that only a few hours ago, they would have expected that to be a problem.