Faraday can’t help but laugh a little, the sound dark and wanting. This time around, Vasquez switching to his mother tongue seems more instinctual than anything – an unintentional lapse, rather than actively trying to keep Faraday in the dark. Vasquez sounds good like that, Faraday’s surprised to realize, desperate and breathless, and it makes something stir low in Faraday’s stomach.
“As I recall,” he says, the words brushing against Vasquez’s neck as Faraday nips at the sensitive skin just beneath the hinge of his jaw, “you’re the one who said we needed to work our way up. Can’t exactly do all that in one night, can we?”
Or at least, that’s what Faraday figured they’d be getting out of this. His experienced was geared more toward spending a handful of days, at most, in a woman’s bed before he moved on from the town, but— with Vasquez, at least, he’s willing to try something a little more long term. A large part of him doesn’t want Vasquez to go, spoiled as Faraday has been by the other man’s constant presence at his side, and a nervous part of him is looking forward to... this. Whatever this might be. But if Vasquez is really just looking to blow off some steam for the night, then—
Well. That just means Faraday’s obviously misinterpreted things, but he supposes he’d be willing to accept it, bitterly disappointing as it may be.
His free hand smooths down Vasquez’s front, feeling along the tensed muscles of his stomach, before his palm rests against the blade of Vasquez’s hip. He slots his mouth over Vasquez’s again, lips parting to invite Vasquez’s tongue.
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“As I recall,” he says, the words brushing against Vasquez’s neck as Faraday nips at the sensitive skin just beneath the hinge of his jaw, “you’re the one who said we needed to work our way up. Can’t exactly do all that in one night, can we?”
Or at least, that’s what Faraday figured they’d be getting out of this. His experienced was geared more toward spending a handful of days, at most, in a woman’s bed before he moved on from the town, but— with Vasquez, at least, he’s willing to try something a little more long term. A large part of him doesn’t want Vasquez to go, spoiled as Faraday has been by the other man’s constant presence at his side, and a nervous part of him is looking forward to... this. Whatever this might be. But if Vasquez is really just looking to blow off some steam for the night, then—
Well. That just means Faraday’s obviously misinterpreted things, but he supposes he’d be willing to accept it, bitterly disappointing as it may be.
His free hand smooths down Vasquez’s front, feeling along the tensed muscles of his stomach, before his palm rests against the blade of Vasquez’s hip. He slots his mouth over Vasquez’s again, lips parting to invite Vasquez’s tongue.