It's a strange, tingling warm sensation to understand because for all the times he's wanted to feel touched and surrounded and safe, he never thought a leprechaun fucking him while he's a woman would be the ultimate feeling in that, everything building to such warmth and amazing power. Doing as he's told, he slaps at Sweeney's ass again like he's a misbehaving horse, sharply gasping when it rolls him in deeper.

He means not to come, not just yet, but the endless attention, the force, the warmth, the heady feeling, it's all so much.

Vasquez manages a muffled, soft, "Sweeney," before he feels his limbs warm and tingle. "What do you need?" He asks in slurred tones. "Tell me."