When Faraday starts getting closer, his breaths accelerate. He knows that he's going to get what he needs (not wants, but needs), but then Faraday's hands start to map his body in a way that he hasn't had for so long, but he knows that no one else could give him, not like this.

He's so happy for the touch that it takes him a moment to realize how much he's being teased. Though, when he does, it's not long before Vasquez starts to collapse into impatience, which is a spiral down that crashes soon enough. "Joshua," is a heated demand, slipping past his lips.

His eyes are wild, trying to track him, because there's two things he wants to be happening right now and neither of them are. "Kiss me," he pleads. "Or touch me, you know where," he hisses, reaching out to grab Faraday by the hair and yank him in a little tighter, trying to get him to do what he wants.