There were many redeeming qualities when it came to the dark skinned vampire he'd come to call friend (he was tall, handsome; confident- the works), but the thing he found he liked most about Casimiro was the lovely fact that he was bilingual.
"Mmnn, si si si-!"
Those moments when they were in the throws of passion and Casimiro would just revert back to his native tongue, mumbling things in Spanish that Finas had no hope of possibly understanding were the best. He loved the way Casimiro could roll those words right out of his mouth with a perfect accent, never missing a beat as he'd gasp and arch into his touches, speaking rapidly in a language Finas didn't understand.
"Mas mas mas por favor!"
His voice was melodic, beautiful, especially when it took on that Spanish twinge, and he couldn't help but oblige those needs Casimiro expressed so wantonly.
"Vamos vamos, mi amor-!"
The way his dark, lean and lithe body flexed and twisted beneath him was hot all on its own, but coupled with that exotic, almost hypnotic hispanic accent, Finas could barely control himself; found that maybe he didn't want to.
"Me gusta mucho tu s-sabor-!"
It was highly erotic, even if he didn't know what Casimiro was saying. He'd often told himself that he'd remember to inquire about what his dark skinned partner had said later, but always seemed to forget. Casimiro always managed to fill his mind with thoughts of other things as they reached the end of their romps, those facial expressions of his always managing to imprint themselves in his mind before he could even think to ask. And anyway, a part of him didn't want to know; he felt that perhaps it would take away from that deep enigmatic emotion it managed to conjure up inside him, and that was something he didn't want to lose.
"Ay que rico- ah!"
He noticed early on when they started this little fuckship that Casimiro liked breathing during their relations, and that he absolutely loved making panty little moans even if he didn't need to breath. Not that Finas minded any; in fact, it made him love the man all the more for doing so. The way that he could just let go and let that normally cool and composed face fall apart, with his mouth open wide in silent moans of ecstasy with gasping breaths and half-lidded eyes was a sight he loved to behold, even if he didn't care to admit it.
"Dámelo dámelo- si si!"
Even after they were done and were laying in bed, Casimiro breathing lightly for the affect, each enjoying their respective post-orgasmic highs, the Spaniard would still mutter soft, barely-there words to the other, eyes closed as he nuzzled up into Finas' chest.
"Te quiero, te quiero, Finas."
Though he knew not at all the words Casimiro may have spoken earlier, he felt he had a pretty good general idea of what his friend turned lover meant when he muttered those, as he spoke those few words quite often. The goatee'd man smiled then, a soft and small twinge of the lips as he put to use his babelfish skills.
"Si, si, señor," Finas would murmur, turning and rolling over to bring Casimiro closer to him. "Te quiero también, Casimiro."
The soft appreciative kisses on the back of his hands spoke for themselves.
A/N: Based off an Rp and the Rammstein song Te Quiero. If you'd like to know what the Spanish bits mean, you'll have to look up the lyrics for yourself! Cheers.