Faraday feels dazed, reeling again in a completely different way, lost in the heated glide of Vasquez's mouth on his cock. The instant Vasquez pulls completely off, Faraday makes a low, almost keening sound for the loss – though he hardly realizes the sound has drifted away from him.
Once Vasquez's calloused hand grips his length, working him in slow, deliberate strokes, Faraday lets out another low sound – this time something that shares a blood relative with a moan. The contrast from just moments ago, with Vasquez taking him in and working him like a man possessed, to now, with Vasquez taking his sweet goddamn time, leaves Faraday dizzy, and a few broken swears fall from his lips.
Vasquez interrupts his babbled curses with a quick kiss, and Faraday chases after him to bite at his lips again, mean and irritated. With one hand still tangled in Vasquez's hair, he tangles his other hand in Vasquez's shirtfront, trying to yank him down into another kiss.
"Shit," and he hisses it this time, thrusting up into Vasquez's hand, desperate and wanting. He would almost certainly sound annoyed, if it weren't for the rough, thready quality of his voice. "Goddammit, Vas— c'mon."
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Date: 2018-01-23 08:48 am (UTC)Once Vasquez's calloused hand grips his length, working him in slow, deliberate strokes, Faraday lets out another low sound – this time something that shares a blood relative with a moan. The contrast from just moments ago, with Vasquez taking him in and working him like a man possessed, to now, with Vasquez taking his sweet goddamn time, leaves Faraday dizzy, and a few broken swears fall from his lips.
Vasquez interrupts his babbled curses with a quick kiss, and Faraday chases after him to bite at his lips again, mean and irritated. With one hand still tangled in Vasquez's hair, he tangles his other hand in Vasquez's shirtfront, trying to yank him down into another kiss.
"Shit," and he hisses it this time, thrusting up into Vasquez's hand, desperate and wanting. He would almost certainly sound annoyed, if it weren't for the rough, thready quality of his voice. "Goddammit, Vas— c'mon."