Cass’ soft sigh was only encouragement as Vince’s hand came to press ever so lightly against the blonde’s cheek. It warned Vince that this could still go horribly lest he decide to press on. Sucking in that deep breath however, the Slytherin decided to leap and he was rewarded, soundly, for it.
The noise that emanated from Cass’s throat when they connected was unlike anything Vincent could possibly even dream. He melted into the contact, finally letting his defenses slack just a touch. Every sense was on high alert for danger, repugnance, any possible hint of turmoil, and yet he was lit entirely aflame. It was as if a blue fire were tracking up and down his spine, urging the Slytherin to make the most of his moment. Lips parted then, Vincent took little time being demure and he pressed forward, licking Cass’ bottom lip and pushing that boundary.
Vince couldn’t say he’d ever, really, kissed anybody before. Not like this. He’d shared a few chaste kisses in his infancy with his first friend, a girl by the name of Hermione. He couldn’t remember if any of them had ever been more than just on the cheek however, and since then… virtually nothing. There weren’t many girls that lined up to kiss the outcast son of a murdering, rumored Azkaban prisoner. Still, even if there had been, Vince was sure they wouldn’t have compared to this.
As Cass tugged him closer and rolled onto his back, Vincent felt himself hefted just slightly on top of the big blonde. Green eyes opened in alarm at the movement, but every new point of contact was alight with an electricity he’d never felt before. Sensations crawled all over Vincent like fireflies dancing along his skin. Grinning into the kiss, Vince hummed a soft little sigh against Cass’ lips. This was what he’d wanted. This was exactly where he’d hoped to be. If the arm around Cass’ neck tightened then, tugging the other closer and pressing them firmly together again Vince could not be blamed. He involuntarily pressed down against Cass hoping against hope he wouldn’t gasp at the contact and break the kiss.
The noise that emanated from Cass’s throat when they connected was unlike anything Vincent could possibly even dream. He melted into the contact, finally letting his defenses slack just a touch. Every sense was on high alert for danger, repugnance, any possible hint of turmoil, and yet he was lit entirely aflame. It was as if a blue fire were tracking up and down his spine, urging the Slytherin to make the most of his moment. Lips parted then, Vincent took little time being demure and he pressed forward, licking Cass’ bottom lip and pushing that boundary.
Vince couldn’t say he’d ever, really, kissed anybody before. Not like this. He’d shared a few chaste kisses in his infancy with his first friend, a girl by the name of Hermione. He couldn’t remember if any of them had ever been more than just on the cheek however, and since then… virtually nothing. There weren’t many girls that lined up to kiss the outcast son of a murdering, rumored Azkaban prisoner. Still, even if there had been, Vince was sure they wouldn’t have compared to this.
As Cass tugged him closer and rolled onto his back, Vincent felt himself hefted just slightly on top of the big blonde. Green eyes opened in alarm at the movement, but every new point of contact was alight with an electricity he’d never felt before. Sensations crawled all over Vincent like fireflies dancing along his skin. Grinning into the kiss, Vince hummed a soft little sigh against Cass’ lips. This was what he’d wanted. This was exactly where he’d hoped to be. If the arm around Cass’ neck tightened then, tugging the other closer and pressing them firmly together again Vince could not be blamed. He involuntarily pressed down against Cass hoping against hope he wouldn’t gasp at the contact and break the kiss.
i desire very little but the things i do consume me