He made an ever so slight noise, when Vector's lips touched his- a soft almost whine, entirely pleased and- humiliating, really. What was he, some sort of affection-starved teenager? He should have outgrown that long ago. Still, to finally be doing this felt almost like a dream. Like he'd wake up, find that the ship was indeed still filled with all his companions, and that all this was the result of Kaliyo spiking the caf with something or other.

Or maybe that he'd been in a coma and had in fact been dreaming for a long time, in which case, what was wrong with him that it had taken him so long to dream this scenario up.

He made a mental note to pinch himself at the earliest convenience, but for now was all too happy to close his eyes and lean into the kiss, free hand moving to grasp Vector's shoulder lightly, while the hand on his cheek moved, fingers sliding into his dark hair, coming to rest at the back of his head- holding onto his hair lightly, as an indication that he didn't want him pulling away yet, but still light enough that he could should he wish to.

If this was a dream, then he didn't want to wake up.