Vasquez mutters under his breath, not exactly wanting to be completely naked, but he also feels very stupid wearing nothing but a t-shirt when being fucked, so he tangles long fingers into the fabric to push it off, shoving it to the side of the bed and wriggling back to get back on the bed.

He's always been long and lithe, the months of hiding out from a bounty nudging him towards starvation and losing even more weight, so it's no surprise to him that even like this, he's not exactly like some of the women he'd fucked before at brothels. Give him a decent vest and a hat and he thinks maybe he could even pass for a man.

Excitement flaring, Vasquez cups a hand at Sweeney's neck to hold onto him, tilting his chin upwards for a kiss to say thank you without actually saying the words. "Better?" he can't help but tease, that glimmer of mischief still in his eye, as if he doesn't enjoy seeing Sweeney just as naked.