I'm in love with a criminal

Getting to know each other.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. President?" Vector Perkins has the worst criminal record, all the way to burglary of the moon. As expected, crimes as heinous as these have caught the attention of the President, Barack Obama. But he's not repulsed. Actually, Obama is quite intrigued. He caught Vectors gaze as he sauntered into the room. Obama cleared his throat. "Mr. Perkins, it seems that your crimes have no limit. I'm not mad, and not going to give you some absurd punishment. These crimes are rather intr-" "Why thank you Mr. President. I execute my crimes with force and magnitude!" Vector interrupted. "They're such freaking morons, they all got vectored!"
Obama swallowed as he felt his dark chocolate face flush. "You know Vector... I'd enjoy getting to know you, if you'd like" He muttered. Vector picked up on his vibe immediately, and saucily gazed towards him. "How about now?" He turned around and freezed the door shut. Obama began to loosen his tie. "Damn boy, you mega thicc..." he whispered huskily. Vectors deep brown eyes started to engulf his vision, then he saw nothing at all as his eyes slipped closed. Vectors lips, as soft as a peach, matching his peachy skin tone, touched to his. Obama's heart sparked and shimmered, as he had never felt so much emotion in a rush like this. They kissed soft and slow at first, until Vector pushed more pressure. Again and again their lips moved together, perfectly in sync in balance. As if it was instinct, Obama ran his hand up Vectors neck and into his silky soft hair. He wanted more. He wanted his body to be as close as possible to Vectors, for Vector to kiss him until he lost his breath. Vector lowered himself into Obama's lap, arching his back and pulling Obama closer. The feel of Vectors hands on his back sent shivers down his spine. Obama slowly pushed his tongue into Vectors mouth, moving it around. Soon they were fighting for dominance, Vector pushing his tongue with Obama's, slipping it in and out of his mouth. Obama started breathing hard, softly moaning from the sheer pleasure of feeling Vector against him. Vectors hair was tangled and messy by now, but he didn't cRe. Vector pressed against him in every way one more time, breathing in sharply and grasping Obama's jacket, before pulling away. Deep brown eyes met their match, as they gazed at each other. "You just got Vectored." He muttered into Obama's mouth. Obama just chuckled slightly, completely lost for words as his emotions ran high. Vector got off his lap, and sauntered back to the door, which had by now melted. He fixed his hair and slowly turned around as he shot Obama a wink. Obama, straightening his tie, returned it with a smile. "I'll expect you in my office the same time tomorrow" Vector showed him an okay sign before swinging open the door and sashaying out.