He kneels on the edge of the mattress once Vasquez shifts further up the bed. Faraday watches how eagerly Vasquez moves, how his slick fingers work himself open. There's a dizzying moment where he thinks about how keenly he had missed this fool of a man, how furious he had been at Vasquez for leaving him, and how quickly that had all been washed away in the course of a night. Maybe he ought to be a little more angry at himself for being so easily swayed, but mostly, he's relieved to have this again.
When Vasquez makes that demand, Faraday's smile turns from warm and fond to something slightly feral.
"Well," he says, low and heated. "I can't very well say no to that, can I?"
He moves further up the bed, slipping into the space between Vasquez's leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. His hands rest on his knees, smooth up along the other man's toned thighs to curl around his hips. His thumbs trace the blades of his hips – slightly more pronounced now, after this time apart, but he forces himself not to frown when he notices it. Instead, he relishes the heat of Vasquez's skin, and the familiar tense, toned muscles.
He reacquaints himself with Vasquez's body, calloused palms traveling the bared expanse of Vasquez's skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, following the path of old, faded scars. And he takes pains to avoid Vasquez's cock, swollen and twitching and leaking with precum as it is.
Faraday is, perhaps, following the word of Vasquez's plea, if not the spirit of it. After all, he is touching Vasquez, as he asked.
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Date: 2019-03-27 04:53 am (UTC)When Vasquez makes that demand, Faraday's smile turns from warm and fond to something slightly feral.
"Well," he says, low and heated. "I can't very well say no to that, can I?"
He moves further up the bed, slipping into the space between Vasquez's leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. His hands rest on his knees, smooth up along the other man's toned thighs to curl around his hips. His thumbs trace the blades of his hips – slightly more pronounced now, after this time apart, but he forces himself not to frown when he notices it. Instead, he relishes the heat of Vasquez's skin, and the familiar tense, toned muscles.
He reacquaints himself with Vasquez's body, calloused palms traveling the bared expanse of Vasquez's skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, following the path of old, faded scars. And he takes pains to avoid Vasquez's cock, swollen and twitching and leaking with precum as it is.
Faraday is, perhaps, following the word of Vasquez's plea, if not the spirit of it. After all, he is touching Vasquez, as he asked.