He lets out a startled sound as Vasquez pulls him down, has to catch himself on the other man’s shoulder to avoid knocking their teeth together. Reluctant as he is to part from the other man, he growls between the press of their lips, “You ass,” before letting the kiss distract him again.
His voice, at least, betrays a tone of good humor. Apparently Faraday didn’t mind overly much, though he would almost certainly be singing a different tune if the two of them had banged their brows together.
When Vasquez pulls back enough to let that question hang between them, Faraday snorts out a laugh, pulls back just enough to let Vasquez get the full force of his flat, unimpressed look.
“I said I wasn’t gonna fuck you, sure,” he replies, voice similarly rough and heated. The cool air presses against his heated, flushed skin, and he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of tobacco and earth and that unique crispness of the night. He reaches for the fastenings of Vasquez’s pants, fumbling a little in his hurry. “Don’t mean we don’t got other options, darlin’. My hands, for instance. Or my mouth.”
But he stops to flash Vasquez a sharp, roguish smile in the dark.
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Date: 2018-07-12 11:37 pm (UTC)His voice, at least, betrays a tone of good humor. Apparently Faraday didn’t mind overly much, though he would almost certainly be singing a different tune if the two of them had banged their brows together.
When Vasquez pulls back enough to let that question hang between them, Faraday snorts out a laugh, pulls back just enough to let Vasquez get the full force of his flat, unimpressed look.
“I said I wasn’t gonna fuck you, sure,” he replies, voice similarly rough and heated. The cool air presses against his heated, flushed skin, and he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of tobacco and earth and that unique crispness of the night. He reaches for the fastenings of Vasquez’s pants, fumbling a little in his hurry. “Don’t mean we don’t got other options, darlin’. My hands, for instance. Or my mouth.”
But he stops to flash Vasquez a sharp, roguish smile in the dark.
“Unless you got any complaints?”