If you reminded Vasquez that only an hour back, he'd been flirting with the idea of taking the bartender up to a bed and doing exactly this, he'd be completely lost, because now that he's had Faraday (in their bed, in his mouth), there's nothing else he could imagine wanting.
The hands on his sides, in his hair, they draw out soft little sounds of pleasure, even if he grunts with unhappiness at the comment that he's only 'alright'. A touch huffy, even if he knows Faraday is only probably teasing, he makes a face.
Of course, that grumpy face melts away when Faraday reaches his hand down. Selfish and greedy and wanting this so badly, it takes everything in him to reach down and wrap his fingers around Faraday's wrist to stall his movements. "Joshua," he murmurs, voice low, "we can go slower than this if you want."
That's a little because he's terrified if they go too fast, they won't go anywhere else, and he wants so much more of this. Bowing forward to press slow kisses up the line of Faraday's neck, he doesn't let go of his wrist yet.
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Date: 2018-02-03 12:13 am (UTC)The hands on his sides, in his hair, they draw out soft little sounds of pleasure, even if he grunts with unhappiness at the comment that he's only 'alright'. A touch huffy, even if he knows Faraday is only probably teasing, he makes a face.
Of course, that grumpy face melts away when Faraday reaches his hand down. Selfish and greedy and wanting this so badly, it takes everything in him to reach down and wrap his fingers around Faraday's wrist to stall his movements. "Joshua," he murmurs, voice low, "we can go slower than this if you want."
That's a little because he's terrified if they go too fast, they won't go anywhere else, and he wants so much more of this. Bowing forward to press slow kisses up the line of Faraday's neck, he doesn't let go of his wrist yet.