Vasquez wouldn't know what to do with gentle if it smacked him across the ass, so he's more than a little grateful for him to suck whatever marks he wants into his skin, shivering and gasping when it makes him buck up, his whole body moving as he looks down, warily.

He wants this, of course he does, but he doesn't want to push Faraday too far. That's why he's going to keep his hips down, refuse to buck up. He's going to let Faraday set this pace, nothing else. "Carino," he murmurs, the 'sweetheart' so soft and sweet and careful, so tender, and he loves this man more than he thought he could love anyone.

Maybe that's why everything aches so much, why he's panicking, because today showed him what's going to tear it apart. Draping an arm over his eyes, he lets that be his cover as he licks his lips, letting Faraday do this wonderful thing for him.