Vasquez feels a little like Faraday managed to find himself some control, not to mention seems to have figured out exactly how to drive him insane with desire. The kisses are going to undo him, his breath hitching in a desperate little cadence as he tips his head to the side so he can part his lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but then Faraday is gone.
Letting out a frustrating groan that masks the whimper beneath it, Vasquez keeps working himself over, maybe not as fast as he normally would, but he keeps getting distracted. "Pinche cabron," he exhales, because as much as he ought to speak English, he hasn't got the brain for it right now.
"Sabes lo que me haces?" he gasps as he works his hand down slowly, biting his lower lip to stop himself from doing something stupid like reaching out to grab Faraday's hand to help, because there's time, there's so much time, they can do that next. "Again?" he echoes, spitting out the word. "We're doing this again, are we?" he asks, managing the words, but barely.
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Date: 2018-02-05 08:06 pm (UTC)Letting out a frustrating groan that masks the whimper beneath it, Vasquez keeps working himself over, maybe not as fast as he normally would, but he keeps getting distracted. "Pinche cabron," he exhales, because as much as he ought to speak English, he hasn't got the brain for it right now.
"Sabes lo que me haces?" he gasps as he works his hand down slowly, biting his lower lip to stop himself from doing something stupid like reaching out to grab Faraday's hand to help, because there's time, there's so much time, they can do that next. "Again?" he echoes, spitting out the word. "We're doing this again, are we?" he asks, managing the words, but barely.