Vasquez presses a fist to his mouth as he settles, the moaned little querido sound stifled by his fingers as he buries one hand in Sweeney's hair, the other reaching back for the headboard to give himself something to hold onto. Licking his lips, he's not sure what to expect, but given how everything is hazy sweet and warm with liquor, he can't imagine it will be anything but great.
That grin is trouble, always has been, but now it kicks something up in Vasquez, like the adrenaline before the fight. Letting his thighs slip apart, he tries not to flinch when the brush of scratchy beard on smooth skin tickles. It wouldn't be very good to start this kicking him in the face with a heel.
"Don't have to be so gentle," is his permission. "I want to have red marks, to remember this by."
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Date: 2017-11-28 03:21 am (UTC)That grin is trouble, always has been, but now it kicks something up in Vasquez, like the adrenaline before the fight. Letting his thighs slip apart, he tries not to flinch when the brush of scratchy beard on smooth skin tickles. It wouldn't be very good to start this kicking him in the face with a heel.
"Don't have to be so gentle," is his permission. "I want to have red marks, to remember this by."