Good thing that Vasquez is so ready for this, that he's at his nerves' end that he just wants to bring him off all the more, the frantic panicked energy in him feeding the speed in which he works his hand over Faraday's cock, tangling his other hand through Faraday's hair to coax him in and kiss him, trying to swallow up every word he's trying to say.
He's not trying to think about this as the last thing they'll get to do together, but it's hard not to. After all, he really doubts that once Vasquez goes back to hiding for safety and to keep his head, that Faraday will follow.
He kisses like that, as if he can claim these moments and push them back, working his hand as fast as he can right up until the moment he slows, thumb rubbing in circles, and his kisses turn careful and loving, too. Closing his head, he rests his forehead on Faraday's shoulder before he picks up the pace again, thinking that he can't bear to watch this.
He's not that brave.
i'm so sorry this took so long; this month has been awful work-wise
He goes where he's led, slotting his mouth over Vasquez's as that golden wave builds low in his gut. Faraday doesn't have much of a mind for speaking in any sort of coherent fashion, but his wordless groans are trapped between the press of their lips.
When Vasquez's almost feverish pace slows to a crawl, Faraday can't help the desperate sound he makes, something startled out of him that he can't quite hold back. Before he can even think to ask if something were the matter, though, Vasquez's hand renews its efforts, and Faraday's teeth clamp down on his lower lip to cage in the strained noise that claws out of his throat.
He spills over Vasquez's hand, gasping and moaning as his entire body seizes. He thinks he shapes Vasquez's name – Ale – but with the way his mind blanks, he's not entirely sure.
When he returns to himself, his limbs are shaking with exhaustion, though the worst of his old aches are sanded away by the hazy warmth that suffuses his veins. He lets his limbs fold under him in a controlled fall as he collapses to the blanket at Vasquez's side. He sits up long enough to retrieve one of the discarded bandannas to wipe the two of them clean, but after that, he flops back down. Throwing an arm across Vasquez's middle, he huffs out a breathless laugh.
He murmurs against the other man's shoulder, "Wouldn't mind endin' more evenings like this."
<333 I'm very happy for the tag! I will reply and then link to a new one with a mini time jump
Vasquez finds himself nosing at Faraday's neck, the tip of his nose tracing the warmth of his neck as he curls in, eyes closed, his mood sombre, and he thinks that it would have been nice if he had been someone else. If he hadn't been a wanted man, maybe they could do this more often and have this life.
As it is, it's at least a good way to end things, with him surrounded by Faraday's warmth. He's so worn from the day that he knows there's little fight in him, little of anything else. He still thinks he can't finish the night without saying one last thing.
"Te amo, Joshua," he murmurs, needing him to understand that, more than anything. "I mean it, no matter what." Because tomorrow, he knows that Faraday won't feel so much fondness towards him, not after what's coming. Still, for Faraday to live a life that's full and rich and not hiding, he knows that it needs to happen. Dragging Faraday towards him a little tighter, he doesn't plan to move from where he lies, not until the morning.
Until then, he's stealing every second he can get.
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He's not trying to think about this as the last thing they'll get to do together, but it's hard not to. After all, he really doubts that once Vasquez goes back to hiding for safety and to keep his head, that Faraday will follow.
He kisses like that, as if he can claim these moments and push them back, working his hand as fast as he can right up until the moment he slows, thumb rubbing in circles, and his kisses turn careful and loving, too. Closing his head, he rests his forehead on Faraday's shoulder before he picks up the pace again, thinking that he can't bear to watch this.
He's not that brave.
i'm so sorry this took so long; this month has been awful work-wise
When Vasquez's almost feverish pace slows to a crawl, Faraday can't help the desperate sound he makes, something startled out of him that he can't quite hold back. Before he can even think to ask if something were the matter, though, Vasquez's hand renews its efforts, and Faraday's teeth clamp down on his lower lip to cage in the strained noise that claws out of his throat.
He spills over Vasquez's hand, gasping and moaning as his entire body seizes. He thinks he shapes Vasquez's name – Ale – but with the way his mind blanks, he's not entirely sure.
When he returns to himself, his limbs are shaking with exhaustion, though the worst of his old aches are sanded away by the hazy warmth that suffuses his veins. He lets his limbs fold under him in a controlled fall as he collapses to the blanket at Vasquez's side. He sits up long enough to retrieve one of the discarded bandannas to wipe the two of them clean, but after that, he flops back down. Throwing an arm across Vasquez's middle, he huffs out a breathless laugh.
He murmurs against the other man's shoulder, "Wouldn't mind endin' more evenings like this."
<333 I'm very happy for the tag! I will reply and then link to a new one with a mini time jump
As it is, it's at least a good way to end things, with him surrounded by Faraday's warmth. He's so worn from the day that he knows there's little fight in him, little of anything else. He still thinks he can't finish the night without saying one last thing.
"Te amo, Joshua," he murmurs, needing him to understand that, more than anything. "I mean it, no matter what." Because tomorrow, he knows that Faraday won't feel so much fondness towards him, not after what's coming. Still, for Faraday to live a life that's full and rich and not hiding, he knows that it needs to happen. Dragging Faraday towards him a little tighter, he doesn't plan to move from where he lies, not until the morning.
Until then, he's stealing every second he can get.
new link!