Maybe it's that he never let him think about it, think about the things men might do that he's had a lady or two do to him. Nothing he's ever thought about doing to another man, maybe not even now as they have been talking through desires and flirtations.

And then there is just lust.

Pleasure radiating from the heat of Vasquez's mouth, sensation he's never had between the scrape of stubble that send shivers along his spine to the vision of Vasquez, lips parted and taking him eagerly.

Hearing a noise, a rumbling that he doesn't realize is him groaning even as his fingers brush along Vasquez's cheek, letting himself enjoy the sensation of that stubble once more against his fingertips as he caresses his cheek, lightly brushing the tip of one finger against the corner of Vasquez's mouth.