Don waits patiently, smiling like a cheshire cat in his head. Soon Vincent will be loosing a lot of items and be nearly striped for him. Another reason why he locked his door when closing it, being around Vincent has wanted him to become like an animal and just claim what is his, but he also knows better than to spook him like he did before. "Would you like any hints?"

"What kind of hint?" Vincent asks, wondering what he might have to pay for the certain hint. He's trying to think of how to answer it, but everyone has their problems now and again. And his brain is just kind of stuck at the moment it seems.

"Just a hint as to what step you need to take. You're going to have to take the square root of a number." Don continues to smile, having fun with this game. He's wondering if he should add on that if they get it wrong even with a hint of they have to give up two things instead of one. He'll bring it up after Vincent answers the question though. After all he doesn't want Vincent to quit playing, not in the least.

Vincent kind of face plants into the bed so he can brain. He can do math in his head, but any distraction will ruin that. "3.873 kilograms." He says after what probably seems like an eternity.

"Good, though you're going to have to be faster on the test. Luckily calculators are allowed." He smiles at Vincent, so much wanting to mess up his hair affectionately.

An hour or so later Don has put a few more things in the pile of good. His shirt, a sock like Vincent had in the beginning, and a necklace he had been wearing. In totally there was about a couple hundred dollars worth of stuff of his in there if you include the money from his wallet. Though there was more of Vincent's stuff in the pile, much to his amusement as he watched Vincent. The poor guy had hardly anything left and Vincent was wondering what he would do.

"Well, on e test, I'll just lose points instead of items, so if it comes down to it, I'll guess." Some kind of answer is better than no answer in Vincent's mind.

Vincent just looks so unhappy, just staring at the pile. "I don't like strip physics." It's halfway a joke. He just rubs his face a bit. "No more math." He says before kind of face planting into the bed. "My brain doesn't want to brain anymore." He says, muffled.

"Alright, no more than. Seems like you're kind of wound up though. That just means I can do what I want with the stuff." Getting positioned next to Vincent he begins massaging his shoulders some, a bit of a possessive twinkle in his eyes. "Is that better?"

Vincent is pouting a bit, he's gonna miss that sock. Okay, not really the sock, but other things? Maybe. Or it could just be the math has got him down. He kind of squeaks, and tenses for a bit at the touch, not expecting it. After a bit, he does start relaxing. "That feels nice." He says softly.

Situating himself onto his knees, Don shifts his position so that he has a knee on each side of Vincent. He continues massaging Vincent's shoulders and slowly makes his way down to the beginnings of his back.

"Glad you're liking this, when mom would get stressed from work I'd sometimes give her a massage. Usually when there's been a meeting, like a board meeting, and someone is being stupid on the board and she has to try to make them understand why they are being stupid."

Vincent just looks at Don for a moment when he moves before settling back into the bed. He does shiver a bit at his touch. "She should stab them with a spork. They'd all just be surprised and just stare for awhile. Maybe they'd listen then." He says, snorting a bit. It is a joke. No stabbing should be done. "People rarely like to admit they're being stupid. Too much pride sometimes." He says.

Don chuckles in agreement, wanting to do that half the time himself to some of the people at that meeting. Whoever said rich people were smart have never met these people before. He makes his way to Vincent's lower back, loosening the muscles there with the massaging. Once he's done there he goes back up to the shoulders, leaning forward a bit so that Vincent gets pinned beneath him. Eyes smouldering with desire he begins kissing Vincent between his shoulders and on his neck.

Vincent grins a bit hearing Don chuckle. "It would work, it just might end in an assault charge and possibly other things." It might be worth it, you never know. He's just relaxing into his touch. He repeats his squeak and squirms a bit at the kiss. "What-what're you doing?" He says, not expecting it to say the least.

Leaning forward he whispers into Vincent's ear, "Making you mine and mine alone." He nibbles on Vincent's ear as he puts his arms around Vincent and using his hands to tease his torso. Adjusting his position he places himself so that a bit more of his weight is blanketing Vincent, pinning him in place even more.

"I want you more than anything right now, and I want to see your cute face red with pleasure," he purrs softly in Vincent's ear.

Vincent shivers at his words and the nibbling. "What?" He kind of squeaks out. His brain is trying to play catch up. He kind of jerks, trying to squirm away a bit, even if it is futile. He's a bit red to say the least and just shakes his head. "You're a pervert." But it's not like he's dead set against this either. Go figure.

"Being a pervert is fine with me if it means I get to be with you." He begins kissing the side of Vincent's neck, still teasing with the one hand while bringing his other to the front of his pants. The zipper can be heard as he starts taking them off, he slides them off as best he can without giving Vincent too much more room to squirm with His body tensing and pulsing with heat and a hunger he can't control, a bit nervous with what he's about to do, but unable to control the urges to do this.

"I'm going to make this as easy for you and as painless as possible," his voice is a bit gravely as he says this, letting his desires take over.

Vincent shivers, but is still trying to squirm away a bit, trying to give his brain a moment or two to completely catch up. Then he hears the zipper. "What? No!" He doesn't want to hurt Don, but he's also afraid. This is a bit fast, to say the least, for him.

Easing off Vincent some Don flips him over so he's on his back instead of his stomach. He leans into Vincent's neck, one hand going to hold head by the back of his neck while his other hand snakes down to Vincent's pants to begin taking them off for him.

"I'm sorry Vincent, but I can't hold back anymore. I'll take full responsibility, but I can't stop now. I need to touch you, hold you, be with you like with no one else." Nuzzling Vincent's neck he moves further down to Vincent's chest, kissing him and nibbling him there. When he sees Vincent burning from pleasure from his teasing, he claims him the only way he knows how, being as gentle as possible in the beginning. Then working his way up to what he sees gives Vincent the post pleasure.

Vincent almost has hope, for a moment, that Don's going to let up or something.But that hope is dashed fairly quickly. He goes to grab Don's hand, trying to stop him at least. "Why are you doing this?"

He's finally kind of giving up. He's realizing that he isn't going to be able to get away, not anymore. Though that doesn't mean he's happy about this at the moment. He shudders, making some noises at the nibbling and all. He is becoming a nice red color, embarrassed.

Exhausted, Don lays down next to Vincent on the bed, wrapping his arms around him possessively. Looking at Vincent with tender eyes, he gives him a kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep, his arms locked around Vincent. He breath evens out while he sleeps, when Vincent moves he reflexively holds onto him even more tightly, like a child reluctant to give up his favorite stuffed animal.

Vincent is a nice red color at the moment, kind of eyeballing Don afterwards. Yes, he might've enjoyed it, but he isn't thrilled that it happened like this. Once Don is asleep, he tries to squirm away, making an unhappy noise as Don holds on to him even more. "I just want a shower." He kind of whines.

Hearing the high pitch from Vincent whining, Don opens his eyes and looks groggily at him. "Hm...?" Leaning in close he gives Vincent a deep kiss, teasing him with his tongue. Pulling back he smiles, "Did you want something?" Closing his eyes again he nuzzles Vincent's neck, kissing it a few more times.

Vincent kind of squeaks at the kiss, not expecting it but does kiss back, a bit. He shivers a bit at the other kisses. "Just...I need a shower." He feels kind of disgusting at the moment and want to feel hot water.

"Oh! Sorry." Don blushes some as he lets Vincent go so that he can get up and try to get a show. Getting up himself he goes to his closet and pulls out two bath robes. "My mom would probably think its weird if she hears two showers instead of just one, so it would probably be best if we take a shower together. And don't worry, we have a big square shower with frosted glass doors. My parents have their own bathroom anyways, but she'll still hear the shower. I'll check to see if my mom's coming and you can get inside the bathroom first, then I'll go in after you and we can take a shower together."

Vincent, somehow, drags himself out of bed. He knows he's going to be very sore soon enough. He narrows his eyes at Don's words. It makes sense, but at the same time, he feels that Don has, possibly, some alterior motive there. "We better just be taking a shower." He says, still with his eyes narrowed. He doubts that he'll just get a shower. Don is a pervert. End of story.

Putting on the robe, Don goes over to the door, opening it to peek around the it to see if his mom is coming. Listening he actually hears her typing away at the computer. He knows that if she's typing something she's probably also listening to music or something on a headset, but he doesn't tell Vincent that.

"Its all clear, you can go ahead." He waves his hand to direct in which direction the bathroom was so that Vincent doesn't get lost.

Vincent grabs the other robe, putting it on, not exactly thrilled about the fact that Don didn't listen to his demands really, or request whatever. He doesn't trust Don to not do perverted things. Actually, he expects him to try something. And Vincent will bite him if needed.

He just heads the way he waved. He's not sneaking, but he is stepping very lightly. Would Don's mother really have a problem with him having a friend over? The having sex thing in her house? Maybe, but just being here? Maybe not.

After Vincent makes it to the bathroom, Don makes his way down the hallway to the bathroom. He closes and locks the door behind him to prevent anyone from coming in.

"Alright, you can start the water now, I'll get some towels out and wash clothes for us to use. The shampoo is in the front right corner and the body wash in the back right. The front is when you're facing the shower nuzzle anyways." Taking off his robe, Don sets it on a hook on the back of the door, then takes Vincent's and sets it on the one next to it. Grabbing the towels he puts those on the rack next to the shower so they are in easy reach.

Vincent nods a bit. "Alright then." He says, looking around at the bathroom and stuff in it. He's never been in a bathroom so nice so he has to look. He does blush a bit, being naked around Don. They may have done the deed, but that doesn't stop him from being embarrassed. He just starts up the water.

Getting in the shower as well, Don tests the temperature of the water with his hand. Satisfied he quickly steps under the shower head to get his hair all nice and wet, then gets out from being under so that Vincent can use it. Reaching over he grabs a bottle of shampoo, squirts some into his hand, then lathers it into his hair. He waits for the water to be free again, then rinses off his hair.

"Sorry for being so pushy earlier, I've just never met a person that made me feel this way and I couldn't control myself."

Vincent is just eyeballing Don, he's expecting him to pull something at some point. He just kind of edges around him before getting his hair all wet so he can lather it up and everything. "Smells good." He says simply about the shampoo. He buys what is cheap, not what smells good or anything. "That's more than pushy." He kind of mumbles, pouting a bit as he thinks about it.

When he's done lathering his hair, Don stands under the water and rinses the shampoo out. Then grabs a wash cloth and rubs some body wash into it, lathering that up a bit as well. He does enjoy the view he gets to see of Vincent, but is mad at himself for upsetting him like he did. Though now he doesn't know how to make it up to him. As he thinks more about what had happen and how Vincent is with him in the shower, there's a part of him he can't really control, nor hide while in the shower with Vincent.

Vincent just eyeballs Don the entire time pretty much. He doesn't trust him to not touch. He just tries to stay out of his way and rinses his hair once Don is done before going to finally cleanse himself. He does notice the part he can't hide, he blushes and moves a bit away from Don. He just looks at him flatly and shakes his head a bit.

"Did you make sure to clean down there thoroughly? I mean, it was your first time after all, and I didn't...you know...since I didn't actually plan on doing that..." Don looks away a bit, his cheeks a bit red talking about it. He's still mad at himself for letting himself get out of hand and possibly hurting Vincent or possibly making him feel uncomfortable around Don like how he's acting now.

"If you want I can make sure its cleaned without causing you anymore pain or anything. Only because it would be easier to have someone else clean down there for you then doing it yourself."

Vincent turns even more red if even possible. That area is a bit sensitive at the moment and he's embarrassed by the idea alone at the moment. He just looks at Don, not sure if he wants to take him up on that offer or not. He wants to be clean, but he isn't so sure if he wants Don touching him while they're both naked in the shower. "Long...long as that's all you're doing...I guess I could use your help." He says softly.

"Alright then, since you're still sensitive most likely I'm just going to hold you against me to keep you study. It would be a bad idea if your legs gave out while doing this since you might have either heightened sensations because of what I did or because of you being really sore. I promise I won't do anything else beside that and help you get cleaned up." Slowly he gentle wraps his arm around Vincent and holds Vincent to him so that they are facing one another.

With the water from the shower he gently begins rinse Vincent down there, when he's satisfied he whispers to Vincent, "This might sting a bit since I'm going to use some soap now, but I'm going to do my best not to hurt you." Lathering some of the body wash on his hands he reaches down there and begins washing that spot. Making sure to carefully clean his pleasure spots since they are already really sensitive from earlier. Once he's done Don once again rinses down there, the whole time doing his best not to give in to his throbbing ache he feels in a certain part of his body.

Vincent just nods a bit, not so sure if this was a good idea or not, but he wants to be clean. He's focusing on that for now. He ends up wrapping his arms around Don's neck, still blushing brightly at the moment. "Okay." He says softly. It's not like he could get anyone else to help him with this or anything.

He ends up kind of burying his face in Don's neck for now. He can't help but be embarrassed. He squirms a bit at the sensation, unable to help the noise the comes out of him at his touch. And he definitely cannot help his body's reaction to it either.

When Vincent starts burying his face in Don's neck, he gives him a soft kiss on his head. With Vincent all cleaned up, Don just stands there holding him a moment, taking comfort in him being there.

"If you want I can try to make up what I did earlier by helping you relieve that tension you have built up down there. It was stupid of me to let my feelings get the better of me like that, and now I'm scared you'll want nothing to dow ith me anymore after this..."

Vincent just buries his face a bit more at the kiss. His embarrassment will never stop it seems. He looks up at Don, questioningly, at his words. It does surprise him a bit. "Well, I can definitely agree it was stupid...but maybe not the most stupid thing I've ever seen." He's trying to soften the blow. "But....I guess I could forgive you...." Maybe.

Ecstatic with Vincent's response Don gives him a deep, passionate kiss, reaching for the spot where Vincent's tension is at. He gives that spot plenty of attention, wanting Vincent to feel as much pleasure as possible from the experience. Using his tongue Don teases Vincent's mouth, stopping from time to time so they can both breath and to nibble a little on Vincent's lips.

"I guess I fell in love with you at first sight, as silly as that sounds..." He blushes a bit as he looks into Vincent's eye while saying that, traces of fear still in his eyes.

Vincent actually squeaks at the kiss, surprised. He wasn't expecting it. It doesn't take much for that tension to leak away at Don's attention. He's blushing a lot by the end of it, embarrassed. He just shakes his head at that. "I don't believe in that, I believe in other things at first sight." Crushes, lust, whatever, but not love. In his mind, that should take a bit longer. "But I don't hate you so stop looking at me like that." Since Don seems sorry, he'll give him another chance.