His breath hitched, that soft purr sending a shiver up his spine. Just that voice alone could be the end of him. When Vector ran his lips along his cock, such a light, teasing touch, he cursed under his breath in Cheuhn, running his fingers through the other man's hair again.

"Vector," He uttered softly, voice almost the normal sultry one, though it had an unusual impatience to it, more a desperate little plea than anything else, however much he tried to keep it under control.

He had teased the Joiner about being impatient, but it seemed he was hardly any better himself.