It's not often Vasquez turns Faraday's given name on him, and he says it with that strange, unexpected – though far from unwelcome – warmth an affection that makes Faraday's chest clench. The words that come after, though, Te amo, are new on him, foreign as they are, and he pauses briefly, cutting Vasquez a quick, almost puzzled look in the dark.
A new pet name, Faraday has to figure. A new little endearment to add in alongside guapo, carino, and nene.
Funny, how much he's starting to like hearing those words, when what feels like lifetimes ago, he had bristled with them, thinking they were insults.
He keeps working, bobbing slowly, carefully, up and down along Vasquez's cock, one hand echoing the movement. His other hand smooths along Vasquez's thigh, up to the hard blade of his hip. He can feel his own cock, hard and uncomfortably pinned by the material of his trousers, but he can ignore it in favor of the breathless sounds Vasquez is making, in favor of the way Vasquez moves beneath him.
Faraday pulls back a little, searching Vasquez's face in the dim light. When he speaks, his breath still ghosts along the head of Vasquez's cock.
"You okay, darlin'?" he asks softly. One of Faraday's hands smooths up along Vasquez's side, back down to his hip, while the other moves up and down along Vasquez's cock in slow, even strokes. "You need anythin' different?"
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Date: 2018-08-20 09:38 am (UTC)A new pet name, Faraday has to figure. A new little endearment to add in alongside guapo, carino, and nene.
Funny, how much he's starting to like hearing those words, when what feels like lifetimes ago, he had bristled with them, thinking they were insults.
He keeps working, bobbing slowly, carefully, up and down along Vasquez's cock, one hand echoing the movement. His other hand smooths along Vasquez's thigh, up to the hard blade of his hip. He can feel his own cock, hard and uncomfortably pinned by the material of his trousers, but he can ignore it in favor of the breathless sounds Vasquez is making, in favor of the way Vasquez moves beneath him.
Faraday pulls back a little, searching Vasquez's face in the dim light. When he speaks, his breath still ghosts along the head of Vasquez's cock.
"You okay, darlin'?" he asks softly. One of Faraday's hands smooths up along Vasquez's side, back down to his hip, while the other moves up and down along Vasquez's cock in slow, even strokes. "You need anythin' different?"