Vector moaned softly into the kiss, tongue brushing Aden's lips, before sliding past them and gaining entry. His hand ran through Aden's hair, tangling in the blue locks, his other hand resting on the small of his back. He never wanted this to end, and wanted to show Aden just how much he'd wanted him, and for so long. That they were doing this now, it made Vector feel like he was inhaling intoxicating pheromones.

Their insecurities, the initial hesitance, all that time denying this, it didn't matter now.

When the kiss broke, Vector leaned his forehead against Aden's, taking in his smell. "We would have you tonight. If you wish it."