Vasquez holds onto the headboard tightly, his hands sharply holding. It's not the same as being tied up, because he would never allow himself to have such things happen to him, but with every frantic, fierce, hard push, it drags a low guttural groan out of him, nothing more than a hiccup of sound.

"Yes," is repeated, again and again, hissed and moaned and murmured, "yes, yes, Sweeney, cabron, carino, yes," he hisses through his teeth, finding it very strange to feel that though he's only come a few minutes ago, he can feel himself on the edge again.

Maybe all those years, he has been missing out on all the glories women can experience with sex. "Come on," he coaxes, eyes half-lidded. "Aren't you almost there?" Smirking, Vasquez releases one hand from the headboard to smack his ass again, thumb sliding lower to circle and lightly press against his entrance, as if he plans to fuck him after somehow.