Vasquez gives a pleased sound when he gets trapped in like this. Normally, he'd buck away and try and make Bobo loosen the grip, but that's when he's fighting with someone. Right now, this is the furthest thing from a fight and he loves that.

His eyes blaze with it, afire with the possibility of what's coming next. The thing is, he likes to do this, likes what's happening, but also likes being a contrary bastard too. Part of him is stubbornly trying to make Bobo make a first move.

"I only really ever like other bastards, demanding or not," he points out. He rocks his hips against Bobo, the flush tightness meaning that he actually gets some relief and friction.