Maybe he's feeling like a little bit of an asshole (when is he not), but when Faraday starts tightening the grip on his hair, starts to curse and get out his name, he slides off and looks up expectantly, sliding his hand in to do what his mouth had been, but with lazy strokes as he jerks him off.

It's such a good sound to hear, so tempting to draw out, which is why he half-leans over Faraday with his slick lips and a smirk, working his thumb in firm drags over the underside of Faraday's dick while he leans in for a teasing nip of a kiss. "What do you want, Faraday?" he replies, voice hoarse.

He knows exactly what he wants, but he's an asshole. He also maybe wants to see what Faraday will do, when prodded like this, building up these things in his head.