[Damn, he'd been spotted even with his poor attempt at covering the blush up. Ah, well, Jay seemed like a decent person and that's solidified when the harpy doesn't make fun of him.] Baes should always come before little hookups. [Because he definitely understands that significant others take precedence.
A coquettish smirk lifts his features, brilliantly colored eyes flickering with mischief.] I might have an idea of my pleasant appearance. [Considering he'd already met Vlad and if he was as attractive as that guy, he could understand the appeal.] No clue what kinda accent you got goin' on, but it's wicked. [Seeing Jay abruptly hit his knees to nestle between his own legs earns a raise of an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curving even higher - almost inhuman-like at this point when Jay's hands caress up his sides then slide right back down.
He tips his head back with a huff, leaning it from side to side before dropping his gaze back to where the other male is mouthing over the slight strain of his pants. Fuck, if he hadn't been hard before, he sure as hell is now.] Give yourself some credit, yo. [A pause, but only long enough for him to settle his left leg over Jay's shoulder and his right hand atop his head.] You're one of the hottest dudes I've ever met.
[ That inhuman smile didn't seem to bother Jay, he thought it was just another one of Vin's many attractive features. ] South Africa. [ His cheeks colored at the idea that someone found his accent appealing, let alone someone as sexy as Vin. ] You'll hear it more when I'm better 'n you're returnin' the favor. [ He winked. He didn't actually expect Vin to want him again, only because he never got his hopes up about that sort of thing because words were sometimes deceiving, no matter how sweet or complimentary they were. They sounded so nice in that New York accent, though... ]
If you fall I'll catch ya. [ He assured him as he undid the fly to his trousers. With Vin perched on the edge of the roof like that it was always a possibility, even with his leg around Jay's shoulder, but he figured he could shift and get him before he plummeted the five-or-so stories to the ground. After all, he didn't know that Vin was able to shift himself.
Once he got all the material out of the way, a pulled flap there, a pushed undergarment there (if applicable), he managed to pull out the dick he'd been craving since he first saw him. He leaned in to inhale deep, briefly savoring the moment, before he opened wide and took him into his wet mouth. His sucks were firm and each bob of his head was slick enough to leave behind a glistening sheen of saliva on Vin's skin. He eased up after a few passes, then pumped him gently in his hand as he began to flick his tongue against the tip. ]
Mmhh... thanks, luv. [ For what? The compliments or the dick? Probably both. ]
Bitchin'. [Ooo, that blush? Totally on point in his book, if his widening smile was anything to go off of.] I'll be lookin' forward to that. Damn, how'm I supposed to be patient? [He's teasing, of course, since Vincent's been told to wait most of his life. It's taught him patience, but he's also learned that when given the chance, grab what you want and don't let go; a boldness he'd never had living among humans that could turn on him at any second should he slip even the smallest amount. From what he can tell though, Jay seems like a sincere person.]
Gonna put my trust in you, hot stuff. [Because in his current position, he was considerably at Jay's mercy. The scrape of the zipper recaptures his attention, urging him to tilt his head down to watch the metal teeth on his jeans spread apart. Well, if he did happen to take a header over the edge of the roof, at least he'd have gotten his dick sucked before that untimely sort of death.
In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to go commando more often - especially if he and Jay become a normal 'thing,' since underwear would only hinder them in times like these. The inhale is like the calm before the storm and as soon as he's engulfed in the heat of his mouth, Vincent is like the (figurative) torrential downpour, his free arm shifting back to catch himself on his elbow at the edge of the rooftop, a moan falling unbidden from his lips. His fingers thread securely around the dark strands on Jay's head, pulling them taut, but not in any way that might indicate for him to stop. In fact, once the taller male does lift off, he whimpers rather pathetically and tightens the leg over his shoulder, smoothing his hand over Jay's hair with a grin.]
Y-Yeah, you're welcome. Fuck, you keep doin' that and I'll give you whatever you want, okay?
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A coquettish smirk lifts his features, brilliantly colored eyes flickering with mischief.] I might have an idea of my pleasant appearance. [Considering he'd already met Vlad and if he was as attractive as that guy, he could understand the appeal.] No clue what kinda accent you got goin' on, but it's wicked. [Seeing Jay abruptly hit his knees to nestle between his own legs earns a raise of an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curving even higher - almost inhuman-like at this point when Jay's hands caress up his sides then slide right back down.
He tips his head back with a huff, leaning it from side to side before dropping his gaze back to where the other male is mouthing over the slight strain of his pants. Fuck, if he hadn't been hard before, he sure as hell is now.] Give yourself some credit, yo. [A pause, but only long enough for him to settle his left leg over Jay's shoulder and his right hand atop his head.] You're one of the hottest dudes I've ever met.
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If you fall I'll catch ya. [ He assured him as he undid the fly to his trousers. With Vin perched on the edge of the roof like that it was always a possibility, even with his leg around Jay's shoulder, but he figured he could shift and get him before he plummeted the five-or-so stories to the ground. After all, he didn't know that Vin was able to shift himself.
Once he got all the material out of the way, a pulled flap there, a pushed undergarment there (if applicable), he managed to pull out the dick he'd been craving since he first saw him. He leaned in to inhale deep, briefly savoring the moment, before he opened wide and took him into his wet mouth. His sucks were firm and each bob of his head was slick enough to leave behind a glistening sheen of saliva on Vin's skin. He eased up after a few passes, then pumped him gently in his hand as he began to flick his tongue against the tip. ]
Mmhh... thanks, luv. [ For what? The compliments or the dick? Probably both. ]
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Gonna put my trust in you, hot stuff. [Because in his current position, he was considerably at Jay's mercy. The scrape of the zipper recaptures his attention, urging him to tilt his head down to watch the metal teeth on his jeans spread apart. Well, if he did happen to take a header over the edge of the roof, at least he'd have gotten his dick sucked before that untimely sort of death.
In the back of his mind, he makes a mental note to go commando more often - especially if he and Jay become a normal 'thing,' since underwear would only hinder them in times like these. The inhale is like the calm before the storm and as soon as he's engulfed in the heat of his mouth, Vincent is like the (figurative) torrential downpour, his free arm shifting back to catch himself on his elbow at the edge of the rooftop, a moan falling unbidden from his lips. His fingers thread securely around the dark strands on Jay's head, pulling them taut, but not in any way that might indicate for him to stop. In fact, once the taller male does lift off, he whimpers rather pathetically and tightens the leg over his shoulder, smoothing his hand over Jay's hair with a grin.]
Y-Yeah, you're welcome. Fuck, you keep doin' that and I'll give you whatever you want, okay?