If there's one thing he likes (but doesn't say out loud), it's the fight that comes of being held down, asked to submit. He'll complain, he might hate it, but it's the fire and the fight with it that turns him on. When Bobo grabs his jaw, fuck, his cock practically jumps up with interest.

"If I was playing you and you didn't notice, I wouldn't want you to fuck me," is Vasquez's pointed return, because then that would just be boring. "Brat?" he echoes. "What, am I that little?"