“Easy,” Faraday says, tossing the clothing to one side to get it out of the way. He smiles at Vasquez, sharp and crooked. “You know better than to rush me, darlin’.”
But even as he offers that little complaint, he crouches over Vasquez, slots their lips together in a heated, bruising kiss. The other man is desperate, frantic, needs a quick outlet for whatever it is that has him so terribly wound-up, tighter than a spring. (Faraday has an inkling on why, of course, though his assumption has more to do with today’s close call, with the desperation that accompanies such near brushes with death.
He has no idea that Vasquez’s panic is more far-reaching than that.)
But soon enough he breaks the kiss, traveling down Vasquez’s body, biting as his throat, his collar bone, down along his chest. He bites a dark mark into the flesh just above Vasquez’s hip bone – Faraday, it seems, does not do gentle – before he pauses, glancing down at Vasquez’s cock. This is unfamiliar territory for Faraday, certainly, but he’s something of a man of his word. He promised Vasquez he’d do something for him, and he’s damn well going to give it to him.
He curls a hand over the other man’s hip, half to hold Vasquez still, half to brace himself; his other hand wraps around the base of Vasquez’s cock, and slowly, carefully, he takes the other man into his mouth.
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Date: 2018-08-04 12:12 am (UTC)But even as he offers that little complaint, he crouches over Vasquez, slots their lips together in a heated, bruising kiss. The other man is desperate, frantic, needs a quick outlet for whatever it is that has him so terribly wound-up, tighter than a spring. (Faraday has an inkling on why, of course, though his assumption has more to do with today’s close call, with the desperation that accompanies such near brushes with death.
He has no idea that Vasquez’s panic is more far-reaching than that.)
But soon enough he breaks the kiss, traveling down Vasquez’s body, biting as his throat, his collar bone, down along his chest. He bites a dark mark into the flesh just above Vasquez’s hip bone – Faraday, it seems, does not do gentle – before he pauses, glancing down at Vasquez’s cock. This is unfamiliar territory for Faraday, certainly, but he’s something of a man of his word. He promised Vasquez he’d do something for him, and he’s damn well going to give it to him.
He curls a hand over the other man’s hip, half to hold Vasquez still, half to brace himself; his other hand wraps around the base of Vasquez’s cock, and slowly, carefully, he takes the other man into his mouth.