He stifles his moan when Faraday reaches into his trousers to help, and when he wraps his hand around him, he stops everything he's doing as his whole body rocks forward into the touch. It's like he's gone completely useless at the touch of those warm, calloused hands. Vasquez really did think he'd lost them forever, and it's not long before his arousal makes his cock almost painful, it's so bad.
The desperation travels to his face and he lets out a pained sob, grateful and needy all at the same time. "Faraday," he lets out a cry. He's been this loud before when they're on the side of the road, but never when they're together in private like this, not in a room. They haven't done this in so many rooms with so many beds, never a place where he didn't fear being caught.
He doesn't want to step away, but his trousers are still around his ankles and he shoves at them, pushing them off to leave him in absolutely nothing. He grabs at Faraday's hips when he's free, bearing in to press flush against him, even if it makes the angle strange for Faraday's hand, trying to walk them towards the bed.
"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nosing at Faraday's neck. He thinks maybe he has just enough oil left for this, from when he'd unpacked his bag and shoved it away in a hurry, not strong enough to see it and be reminded of Faraday.
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Date: 2019-02-11 11:40 am (UTC)The desperation travels to his face and he lets out a pained sob, grateful and needy all at the same time. "Faraday," he lets out a cry. He's been this loud before when they're on the side of the road, but never when they're together in private like this, not in a room. They haven't done this in so many rooms with so many beds, never a place where he didn't fear being caught.
He doesn't want to step away, but his trousers are still around his ankles and he shoves at them, pushing them off to leave him in absolutely nothing. He grabs at Faraday's hips when he's free, bearing in to press flush against him, even if it makes the angle strange for Faraday's hand, trying to walk them towards the bed.
"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nosing at Faraday's neck. He thinks maybe he has just enough oil left for this, from when he'd unpacked his bag and shoved it away in a hurry, not strong enough to see it and be reminded of Faraday.