What Sweeney needs boils down to the warm body and the thrust of his hips, his breath catching as he pants and moves and holds onto Vasquez. He's hard as a fucking rock and he can feel the way Vasquez's body is so entirely different, warm and slick and he feels like he could just move like this forever.

"Just let me fuck you," he practically growls. Right now he doesn't need anything fancy. He's still half asleep anyway, he's not sure he'd be capable of anything more than this, but later he can find all sorts of things to do.