"Gotta work a bit on your English there, darlin'," Sweeney answers with a smirk, rolling his hips forward, his cock sinking deeper into him. "I never said any of that."

Sweeney's hand slides down, over the curve of Vasquez's hip and he might not be amply curved, but it's still different. He hangs onto him there, pressing himself in deeper and he's still not being a complete asshole, but he's not hurrying either.

It's a hell of a lot more fun sometimes, dragging it all out.