It was as if temptation came forward and extended a hand towards him. Vector didn't know how this scenario came to be, but at this point in time, his mind was clouded with the overwhelming feelings or pleasure and excitement. A hand moves down his neck, tracing the markings that covered his grey skin. Oh, how wonderful it was!
"Say, since you seem so eager to try this out, why don't I just jump ahead and get to the good part?" He snickers for the countless time that afternoon, and the more Vector hears it, the more he realizes just how annoying he sounds. Still though, having a clone of yourself nearly straddling you was quite thrilling. Vector could definitely roll with this.
His nails dug into the clone's skin, and while pain wasn't a sensation normally felt by Barians, pleasure definitely was. Ah, the low hissing was certainly a sound Vector relished hearing, along with a rather pleasurable sounding moan. He grunted. "If I had a mouth, I'd definitely be biting you by now..."
His human form could take care of that, but he really didn't want to go through all that work just for this. Besides, why stop now when he was already this worked up? It wasn't hard to tell: The gem on his chest pulsed with energy. His "other self" noticed this.
"My my, looks like you're definitely worked up now..." The other's nails just barely brush against his chest, before Vector lets out a low hiss. A small noise of pleasure is his response. "I know you don't want me to stop~"
Ah yes, now Vector realizes just how annoying he can be sometimes- Of course, that doesn't stop him in the slightest. If this "clone" wants to have some fun, then it's only fair if he returned the favor. He reaches up, his fingers trailing down the other's chest and over the gem, not hesitating to let the touch linger. "Then let's play this game, shall we~?"
Hands explored all over: Trailing down and over various markings, over the wings, and just to the point where they were reaching the final stretch. That being said, two Barians exploring their... sexual sides, was quite noisy, to say the least. More specifically, two Vectors exploring their sexual sides were very, very noisy. This did not settle well for the leader of the group- Durbe. Hearing loud groans and moans were not a part of his daily time spent reading. In fact, hearing loud and rather suggestive noises were not a daily occurrence (except when it came to his "encounters" with Mizael, but that was an exception). Rather frustrated with the disturbances, he closed his book, got up, and headed over to Vector's lounging area.
Of course, what he expected to see wasn't nearly as bad as what he actually saw. Revulsion was an understatement, in Durbe's case, as he stared at the two figures sitting in the most suggestive position he's seen since Mizael was around (and he doesn't deny that sight). He remained silent for several moments, before he finally spoke. "Vector."
It was about time they noticed him. Not that Vector minded. "What? I'm a bit busy at the moment, if you haven't noticed." He hissed, not bothering to move an inch still. The clone remained silent, eyes focused on Durbe as well.
"You..." He continued to stare at the sight, still wearing a look of disgust. Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, pushing up his glasses. "Forget about it. I'd rather not know. Carry on," He conceded, before heading back to his area.
Durbe made a mental note to ask Mizael for a couple of "favors" when he returned back home from Earth.