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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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?