Vasquez grips at Faraday's hip and if he were to try and go harder, faster, he knows that he could take it. He doesn't want to back away to say that, though, so instead, he uses the suction of his mouth and the determination he has to try and prove it, glad when he comes and Vasquez can ease back, licking his lips.

So satisfied, he's sure his levels of smugness are off the charts. "So? You think this is an equal gift for what I got you?"