Although Mad Sweeney can be a prick, although he doesn't like to be told what to do, it's been a long fucking time since he's slid into the warmth of a cunt and he can't resist that request. He's a hell of a lot bigger than Vasquez now, but he pulls back, drags himself back up the length of Vasquez's body. He tugs the t-shirt as he goes, wanting it off, because if he's about to fuck Vasquez like this, he wants to appreciate the entirety of what's being offered.

And he doesn't think about condoms now either. They've been fucking often enough that he doesn't much give a shit and he's fairly certain there has to be some power at work to prevent this body from getting pregnant.

"Get this fuckin' thing off," he says, pulling at the shirt again before he braces his weight on his elbow and his knees.