Instead of answering with words, Vasquez reaches up to loop a lanky arm around his neck, pulling him down to absently kiss him through that warm, hazy feeling that surrounds him, like he's drunk and this is his permission for Sweeney to do whatever he wants, because Vasquez feels fucking wonderful.
Sliding back, he reaches for the headboard to hold on, shoulders arched, and the daring gleam in his eyes is promise enough that Sweeney can go as hard as he wants. At this point, walking funny tomorrow is practically something he wants. "Do it," he agrees. "Cógeme, querido."
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Date: 2017-12-08 05:57 pm (UTC)Sliding back, he reaches for the headboard to hold on, shoulders arched, and the daring gleam in his eyes is promise enough that Sweeney can go as hard as he wants. At this point, walking funny tomorrow is practically something he wants. "Do it," he agrees. "Cógeme, querido."