Vasquez’s cock is heavy on Faraday’s tongue, the weight of it unfamiliar and odd, but far from unpleasant. Faraday’s never done this before, but he’s been on the receiving end more times than he can count; he hopes that experience means he knows at least a little of what he ought to do.
He licks a stripe along the lower vein running along Vasquez’s cock, tentative and careful, before he takes him into his mouth again – shallow, at least at first, before he takes him in further and further, bobbing up and down and matching the rhythm of his hand to it. He tries to watch Vasquez’s face by the dim, silver light of the moon, though that’s made even more difficult with the arm he’s thrown over his eyes. But maybe that’s encouraging, too? Stands to reason that a posture like that signals a man is submitting to the sensation, is letting himself get lost to it.
And that’s a damn sight better than the panic Vasquez had demonstrated earlier, that frantic desperation that reminded Faraday more than a little of a man staring down a firing squad.
But then Vasquez has to go and say that word again, that little pet name, delicate and warm and fond. It steals Faraday’s breath for a second before drawing out a quiet, shuddering, involuntary moan from him, the sound of it humming along Vasquez’s cock.
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Date: 2018-08-15 12:12 am (UTC)He licks a stripe along the lower vein running along Vasquez’s cock, tentative and careful, before he takes him into his mouth again – shallow, at least at first, before he takes him in further and further, bobbing up and down and matching the rhythm of his hand to it. He tries to watch Vasquez’s face by the dim, silver light of the moon, though that’s made even more difficult with the arm he’s thrown over his eyes. But maybe that’s encouraging, too? Stands to reason that a posture like that signals a man is submitting to the sensation, is letting himself get lost to it.
And that’s a damn sight better than the panic Vasquez had demonstrated earlier, that frantic desperation that reminded Faraday more than a little of a man staring down a firing squad.
But then Vasquez has to go and say that word again, that little pet name, delicate and warm and fond. It steals Faraday’s breath for a second before drawing out a quiet, shuddering, involuntary moan from him, the sound of it humming along Vasquez’s cock.