That is a very big finger, but fuck if Vasquez isn't eager for it and more. After all the time they spend preparing him, it's a lot different to have a slick, wider space for that finger to go into. Rocking his hips to roll that finger inside him, the only thing Vasquez shows in his eyes is pure determination.

"More than one," he coaxes, like he's disappointed they're even bothering with something so small. Biting his lip until it's practically ragged, it's anticipation that he's coaxing onwards, reaching down to thread long fingers through Sweeney's hair, dragging the thumb in a stroking pattern up and down the temples, ready to push hard, if it needs to happen.

"What, do you want a kiss? Encouragement?" He smirks. "Me to put my heel to your back and prod you on like my horse?"