There were no thoughts. If Cassian had a single shred of self-preservation, it went directly towards ensuring there were none. Because with thoughts came emotion, and even in his short-lived experience, emotion wreaks irreparable damage. It was easier to exist in this moment, to consider nothing about what happened before, or what might happen later. He clung to the idea, the same way his hands moved with their own will to seek Vince’s hair and his shirt to cling to him.
Cass was certain that his skin must’ve felt scalding, his heart a battering ram against his chest. But still their mouths persisted, almost hungry, feeding from each other like wind spurns flame. The blonde did not open his eyes when Vince did, trusting instead what his entire body said as it reacted to every new touch, to the weight pressed down on his chest.
His body told him to send his hand thoughtlessly to Vincent’s side, caressing his ribcage before grabbing a fistful of fabric at that spot. It sent his other hand from Vince’s strawberry blonde hair down to graze his neck, pausing his thumb on the pulse that sat on the edge of his throat and clavicle. His pulse was fast too, beating hard against Cass’s careless fingers. Almost in response, their bodies melted closer together, the thrill of new contact driving another muffled groan into the other’s mouth. He felt dizzy, then, realizing he hadn’t been breathing.
How could something so unnatural feel more effortless than breathing…?
Damn - his body shuddered from the intrusive thought, instantly breaking from the trance that very nearly consumed him. With that thought came the anvils on his shoulders. Where they were, in his family home. The man he’s meant to become - the one everyone depended on. The boy he is - a sometimes lonely, needful one below all the gilding, who needed more than anything his best friend by his side.
“Vince…” he finally gasped, breaking their kiss abruptly by twisting his head to the side, eyes breaking open to blink several times, concentrated on the window.
Cass was certain that his skin must’ve felt scalding, his heart a battering ram against his chest. But still their mouths persisted, almost hungry, feeding from each other like wind spurns flame. The blonde did not open his eyes when Vince did, trusting instead what his entire body said as it reacted to every new touch, to the weight pressed down on his chest.
His body told him to send his hand thoughtlessly to Vincent’s side, caressing his ribcage before grabbing a fistful of fabric at that spot. It sent his other hand from Vince’s strawberry blonde hair down to graze his neck, pausing his thumb on the pulse that sat on the edge of his throat and clavicle. His pulse was fast too, beating hard against Cass’s careless fingers. Almost in response, their bodies melted closer together, the thrill of new contact driving another muffled groan into the other’s mouth. He felt dizzy, then, realizing he hadn’t been breathing.
How could something so unnatural feel more effortless than breathing…?
Damn - his body shuddered from the intrusive thought, instantly breaking from the trance that very nearly consumed him. With that thought came the anvils on his shoulders. Where they were, in his family home. The man he’s meant to become - the one everyone depended on. The boy he is - a sometimes lonely, needful one below all the gilding, who needed more than anything his best friend by his side.
“Vince…” he finally gasped, breaking their kiss abruptly by twisting his head to the side, eyes breaking open to blink several times, concentrated on the window.
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