Still trembling, his eyes closed even as Joshua felt the lean, strong lines of Vasquez's body move over his. Memorizing the sensation, his hands shifting, touching, trying to draw a line along his sides to grip slender hips, but it's more desperate clutching, moving to try and hold him tight and keep him close.

Maybe he's afraid it won't last, but he realizes in that moment he won't be giving up without a fight.

"Good, yes," he groans, eyes fluttering open to look up at the other man. Staring at him for the longest time, silent, almost contemplative about what all of this means, what did it change. "Very good."