And there is such a tenderness there. Delicate touches as his fingertips skittering along Vasquez's cheek, enjoying the sensation of both the prickle of stubble as well flexing of Alejandro's jaw. Sensations he's never explored, both in the quality of the touch, as well as the emotions that are welling up within him. Odd feelings he's never known, feelings that leave his chest tight and could, if he explored them, distract him from this moment.

He has no plans to let that happen.

"God damn," he groans, eyes fluttering shut as he shifts, his fingers lifting, brushing through his soft curls, tugging at them.