Vasquez tries to squirm away from the lips at his ear, not because he doesn't want them there, but because they're doing so much for him. Normally, he likes to think he has more control than this, but between waking up a woman and Sweeney's relentless, stubborn ambition to make him come, he feels a little like he's falling apart.
He tries for words, but they falter off his lips, turned into soft gasps, edged with mild frustration. Determined to have some control, he slips his thumb a little further inside, but admits defeat when he presses his temple hard to Sweeney's face, sweat-sticky hair tangling as he turns to steal a kiss, pushing back against every rock forward, his other hand slipping off the headboard to grab hold of Sweeney's shoulder.
"Fuck you," he manages to get out, but there's no heat in the words, just teasing delight, gasping when Sweeney slides in and it's nearing too much. "Oh, fuck," he gets out, because as he struggles to grip Sweeney's shoulder, that's when he comes, a sensation he's still not used to, despite it happening only a little bit ago.
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Date: 2017-12-12 04:00 pm (UTC)He tries for words, but they falter off his lips, turned into soft gasps, edged with mild frustration. Determined to have some control, he slips his thumb a little further inside, but admits defeat when he presses his temple hard to Sweeney's face, sweat-sticky hair tangling as he turns to steal a kiss, pushing back against every rock forward, his other hand slipping off the headboard to grab hold of Sweeney's shoulder.
"Fuck you," he manages to get out, but there's no heat in the words, just teasing delight, gasping when Sweeney slides in and it's nearing too much. "Oh, fuck," he gets out, because as he struggles to grip Sweeney's shoulder, that's when he comes, a sensation he's still not used to, despite it happening only a little bit ago.