"Cabron," comes his appreciative wheeze of amusement and fondness, the grip on Faraday's hair shifting to something more tender as he rubs his thumb over Faraday's temple, the burst of warmth in his gut from the blowjob, but also from Faraday's willingness to swallow, take him whole. Would he have ever thought this possible before?
No, but fuck before, this is a thousand times better. Eyes squeezed shut, he tries to last, but no, it's a lost cause. "Josh," he gets out, a barely there breath and then he comes. With it, he feels like his energy goes and some of the panic.
It's replaced by the settling grief of knowing what his future is going to be, if he wants to live, but there's no reason to tell Faraday now. Why ruin a good night?
Instead, he keeps stroking his fingers through Faraday's hair as the last of his orgasm leaves him boneless and the lack of panic makes him feel weary and sated, all at once. He hasn't forgotten Faraday, though. With half-lidded eyes, he cranes his head to the side and looks at the other man. "You want to fuck me? You can."
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No, but fuck before, this is a thousand times better. Eyes squeezed shut, he tries to last, but no, it's a lost cause. "Josh," he gets out, a barely there breath and then he comes. With it, he feels like his energy goes and some of the panic.
It's replaced by the settling grief of knowing what his future is going to be, if he wants to live, but there's no reason to tell Faraday now. Why ruin a good night?
Instead, he keeps stroking his fingers through Faraday's hair as the last of his orgasm leaves him boneless and the lack of panic makes him feel weary and sated, all at once. He hasn't forgotten Faraday, though. With half-lidded eyes, he cranes his head to the side and looks at the other man. "You want to fuck me? You can."