At the very least, Vincent knew him. Read him like a Seer who could sense his next move, attuned to his pain points, aligned with his preferences. In retrospect, it was around this point that Cassian began to suspect all the ways he’d misunderstood Vincent. How, so thoughtful and so observant, his dear friend had already found all he needed to hold the upper hand from the start.
Even with this abstract understanding of what was transpiring, Cass’s heart still sank to see Vince flinch. To sense a small brush with fear - and to think that fear was directed at him. It drew a frown from an already concerned expression, and his mouth opened as though to say something – some urgent reassurance, an apology – but no words came. Blue eyes sought out Vince’s green ones, realizing then that the other was appraising him - waiting patiently - incited, rather than put out.
Their eyes remained locked as the cravat slipped from Vince’s collar, heavy silence swelling between them. Thunder in the distance matched the pounding of his heart, as Cass watched the implication of this movement transform Vince’s expression. This winning smile is a touch too mischievous to share openly with anyone else. His stomach flipped to think he was one of the few privy.
Cassian was expecting it when their lips crashed together, this time. The pair descended quickly into where they left off, working with a matched frenzy. He hummed against the feeling of Vince’s hands grabbing at his collar, damning to hell the cravat that worked to suffocate him there. At the risk of doing something stupid with his hands, he moved to pull impatiently at it, releasing the fabric with quick resolve. The waistcoat felt suffocating now too, constraining him under Vince’s movements, so his fingers worked clumsily over the buttons.
Even with this abstract understanding of what was transpiring, Cass’s heart still sank to see Vince flinch. To sense a small brush with fear - and to think that fear was directed at him. It drew a frown from an already concerned expression, and his mouth opened as though to say something – some urgent reassurance, an apology – but no words came. Blue eyes sought out Vince’s green ones, realizing then that the other was appraising him - waiting patiently - incited, rather than put out.
Their eyes remained locked as the cravat slipped from Vince’s collar, heavy silence swelling between them. Thunder in the distance matched the pounding of his heart, as Cass watched the implication of this movement transform Vince’s expression. This winning smile is a touch too mischievous to share openly with anyone else. His stomach flipped to think he was one of the few privy.
Cassian was expecting it when their lips crashed together, this time. The pair descended quickly into where they left off, working with a matched frenzy. He hummed against the feeling of Vince’s hands grabbing at his collar, damning to hell the cravat that worked to suffocate him there. At the risk of doing something stupid with his hands, he moved to pull impatiently at it, releasing the fabric with quick resolve. The waistcoat felt suffocating now too, constraining him under Vince’s movements, so his fingers worked clumsily over the buttons.
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