The sounds Vince choose to make, the way his mouth felt grinning against him, the feel of his frame his hands. These all added up to doing a spectacular number on his head, shuttering any effort his mind made to pick up the pieces of what was happening. Vincent told him to not worry about it - Cassian promised himself to follow more of the other’s lead. And this was the outcome of that desire. That possessive need he had to dig into his friend’s most vulnerable core.

Again Vince’s deft fingers danced around parts of his body that felt strange to be touched, the sensation of fumbling with buttons around his lower stomach by his waistband driving a groan deep into the other’s throat. A little help made the offending garments quick to dispatch, leaving the blonde exposed, shivering with cold and anticipation. We might die here, he thought stupidly. With our bodies melting into each other like two burning candles.

He gasped with their short reprieve, catching Vince’s striking green eyes as the pads of his fingertips drifted against bare skin that would surely catch fire where he touched. Angling his face away from the next round of feverish kisses, Cass sought to watch where Vincent moved. The sight of his hands on him, unexpectedly, devastatingly, riveting. He breathed deeply through his nose before burrowing his head into the crook of his friend’s neck, not wanting to be seen when his body betrayed him. He breathed Vincent’s scent deeply instead, lips grazing experimentally with his neck, hands still clenched firmly on the other’s thighs.

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