Vasquez would retort sharply with a mean comment, but he's currently not paying much attention given that his eyes have widened with the sudden full sensation that he's never experienced before. "Cabron," should be ruder than it sounds, but the way it comes out is awed and delighted, but when he doesn't start moving, Vasquez makes a face.
"Puta," he mutters, much angrier as he slaps Sweeney on the ass like a stubborn mule that needs to be made to move. He wants him to go, to move, to get him over that crest of a hill he'd been so close to, but the pause and the frustrations only delay it again. "Come on," he half-pleads.
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Date: 2017-12-06 10:18 pm (UTC)"Puta," he mutters, much angrier as he slaps Sweeney on the ass like a stubborn mule that needs to be made to move. He wants him to go, to move, to get him over that crest of a hill he'd been so close to, but the pause and the frustrations only delay it again. "Come on," he half-pleads.