"Shut up," Sweeney answers, biting the inside of Vasquez's thigh lightly before he looks up at him, smirking. "You don't know what it's like to have a cunt yet, so let me get started before you start in with the complaints."

His hands slide up, under the shirt Vasquez is wearing, over the edges of his hipbones where he anchors his grip and holds on. Then he bites down a little harder, pushes Vasquez's thighs apart further and pulls back a little, just allowing himself to take a look at everything that's waiting.

"Aren't you fuckin' lovely?" he asks with another small grin.