Faraday sounds fairly sure of himself, which means that he hasn't been scared away by any of this so far. It seems too good to be true, but he doesn't have the mind to protest yet, so he surges up to seek more kisses, more touches, wants to get as much as he can of Faraday. "No, not in one night," he agrees, breathless.
"Could take two or three, or...as many as there are," he suggests, eyes wide and maybe a touch hopeful even if he tries to hide that behind a mask. "Mierda, keep doing that," he encourages, eyes rolling upward with pleasure as he curls his toes into the sheets of the bed.
He surges up into the kiss, demanding with the way he wants more from Faraday. "But we won't always have this bed," he mumbles against the kiss, messy and distracted, because he's working himself into a lather, so close, and he knows that if Faraday keeps kissing him, if he keeps working himself, it's only a matter of seconds. "Joshua," he moans into the kiss, at the hand over his hip, the way it makes his torso flinch a little, and how badly he wants so much more of this.
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Date: 2018-02-05 10:05 pm (UTC)"Could take two or three, or...as many as there are," he suggests, eyes wide and maybe a touch hopeful even if he tries to hide that behind a mask. "Mierda, keep doing that," he encourages, eyes rolling upward with pleasure as he curls his toes into the sheets of the bed.
He surges up into the kiss, demanding with the way he wants more from Faraday. "But we won't always have this bed," he mumbles against the kiss, messy and distracted, because he's working himself into a lather, so close, and he knows that if Faraday keeps kissing him, if he keeps working himself, it's only a matter of seconds. "Joshua," he moans into the kiss, at the hand over his hip, the way it makes his torso flinch a little, and how badly he wants so much more of this.