Vince was practically purring with pleasure as Cass gave in fully over to… whatever it was that was happening. For a moment there things had looked dicey, but luckily between the both of them it seemed like the moment’s importance could be prioritized over any lingering concern. Deftly, Vincent worked at tugging Cass’ own cravat loose but the big blonde beat him to the punch. So too did Cass preempt his next move to start undoing waistcoat buttons and Vincent grinned against him. All that left to do was preoccupy himself with his own trappings.

Undoing as many buttons as quickly as he could, Vincent made easy work of his waistcoat and slung it hastily to the side. It landed on the coiner of the bed and slid off onto the floor. The thin white shirt beneath was already rolled up to his elbows and the Slytherin debated tugging it off entirely. He supposed he’d best follow Cass’ lead here, unwilling to tempt the moment again himself. Instead, he followed the blonde’s fingers down the row of waistcoat buttons to begin undoing the undershirt (blasted layers!) so that he could finally, finally, touch Cass where it counted.

As the both of them fumbled somewhat inexpertly, Vince did his best to keep from thinking about anything important. He thought only about the feel of Cass against him, and the sound of his own heart thudding maddeningly through his ribcage. Idly, he wondered if Cass too could hear it, but he found he didn’t so much care. Instead, Vince focused on getting the last of those blasted buttons undone and when finally the fabric gave way, he pulled back just briefly to take in his handiwork.

Green eyes raked up and down Cass’ chest so quickly it was almost imperceptible, but it was enough. Vincent grinned his full blown Cheshire Cat grin again and slid a hand delicately between Cass’ bare skin and his shirt. Then, bending over once more to kiss him needily, the Slytherin took full advantage of having Cass’ chest and stomach fully exposed.

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