The taking his time is going to start eating away at him. Slowly, very slowly, Vasquez can feel his patience eroding and he knows that before long, he's going to get completely impatient and snap, but not yet. At least, not while he has some control and he's enjoying the way new pieces of skin are revealed.

It's all things he didn't think he'd get to see again, so he takes his time looking, breath sharp as he inhales and watches fondly, shifting to move to sit on the edge of the bed, greedy hands wanting to touch and take.

He's still just as handsome as when they met. The scars are just a reminder of how much courage he has in him and how brave he'd been to give up so much to save them. Vasquez is only lucky that they had been able to stitch him back together. When his cock is free, he bites his lip and reaches for Faraday by the hips, tugging him towards the bed.

"The best," he vows. "Now. How do you want to fuck me?"