Shit, it's not going to take him long. He'd be embarrassed, but it's not like his reputation is what he's worried about, now. After all, there are much worse things that could happen today apart from him coming undone so quickly. He whines again, hips arching up, and the heat of Faraday's mouth is fucking too much, in a good way.

"Nene, te amo," he breathes, because in for a penny, lose all the pounds at this point. "Dame todo mientras podamos, antes de que me dejes," he rambles, not even half aware of what he's saying, until he feels the flood of warmth and that telltale sign...

"I'm going to come," he warns, voice low and hitched.