Freedom First

001 . ————- flirting .

“hey gorgeous… is this seat taken?”

“your body looks s o good in this light”

“care to dance? i’ll teach you how hips work”

“how about i get you a drink and you tell me about yourself?”

“here i dreaded going out… and i was lucky enough to meet an angel”

“come closer baby”

“want to come and join me?”

“oh you got a little something there… let me fix it for you”

“your eyes are gorgeous”

“your lips are so beautiful”

“do you come here often?”

“your place or mine?”

002 . ————— behind closed doors.

“oh baby… you’re so hard/wet.”

“kiss me… harder.”

“kiss me — there…”

“please… i need you”

“shut the door — quickly… i can’t wait to fuck you”

“your breasts so beautiful”

“unzip me ~ slowly…”

“hurry up… i’m getting impatient ~”

“how about… i pour champagne down your stomach… and get a little naughty”

“are you a naughty girl/boy?”

“that’s right baby, spread open for me”

“how does it feel? ~ you like that?”

“you’re driving me crazy… ! ”

“keep them on… i like it that way”

“You really know how to make a girl wet…“

“Tell me where you want to touch me first.“

“I can’t wait for you to put it in me.“

003 . ————— in the act .

“Bite my neck and fuck me harder.”

“I want you to cum all over my face.“

“Don’t stop.“

“Fill me up.“

“You like how I fuck you?“

“Cum for me.“

“That’s… s o good —”

“Mmm… please… ”

“G—god, more… more!”

Not entirely true, but he has a knack for lying by omission. Ever the byproduct of Umbrella's dutiful teachings. Were he not already busy with his arm's extended he might have crossed his fingers.

Instead he scoots right up next to the other man. Shockingly content even if his heart secretly feels like it's trying to break out of his chest right bellow the surface.

"I don't think anyone else has seen all of them up close before." The admittance slips absentmindedly from his lips before he can stop it. But he shakes it off. Quiet, and willing down that nervous knot. "Uhm, do you want .. to touch them?" That's that good place to start right? That's normal. Definitely.

Close isn't close enough, he decides, and his arms, which had previously been content to stretch across the small gap and just find their way across VECTOR's body, wrap around him and pull. The other man is, in a moment's time, in his lap, and Dee Ay intends to keep him there.

And touch he does. There's so many. Where did VECTOR get the time to have all of these done, he wonders? Who had done them? Snakes, and birds, and butterflies...all so detailed. His body's practically a canvas, and Dee Ay finds himself committing it to memory, not just the specific inkings and designs, but how they stretch and curve, and the landscape of the body underneath them.

His hands are very quickly joined by his mouth - kisses. One, then two, then three, then four. None on VECTOR's mouth, just yet, but practically everywhere else. His stomach, his shoulders, his chest, everywhere that Dee Ay can reach.