Vince could still sense the hesitance and the turmoil writhing within Cass under him. He held onto the blonde gently, hoping to steady him, even as a soft sigh brushed over Vince’s collarbone from where the Gryffindor’s head was still nestled into his shoulder. The other was compliant yet, if a little caught-out, and he quickly moved his hands from their grip on Vince’s legs. They hovered discreetly, unsure of quite where to go until finally, they settled on Vince’s waist. The Slytherin hummed pleasantly, especially as Cass’s breath ghosted over his neck raising goosebumps.

It wasn’t until the other spoke again, shattering the peaceful stillness, that Vincent felt himself tense again. On instinct his reaction was to draw away as if slapped; ashamed was a stong word, one that could easily send them both into a tailspin. Vincent had known for longer than Cass, perhaps, what he’d wanted, what he felt every time he was near the big blonde, but that hadn’t made the initial impact of it any easier on him. His… innate desire to have that which was not his by governing societal standards was just Vincent’s way. The little Slytherin had long since decided to accept as much, his vaguely unnatural inclinations just following suit. It wasn’t like anything about him could be normal since fate had scripted him that way. But… there was no part of Vincent that wanted Cass to feel the weight of that responsibility.

He understood the other’s hesitance, his questioning in this moment. It was all a shock, so new especially considering he had the added intricacies of confronting the physical needs as he just barely managed to register the emotional… or at least Vince hoped. (He wasn’t sure exactly where Cass was falling on the spectrum in that regard, as to him, but he was sure by the other’s reaction that he certainly fell somewhere upon it, right?) Besides, if the way Cass was tugging him down was any indication, he couldn’t possibly be repulsed now could he?

Vincent complied with the other’s gestured request, leaning forward and letting his legs fall back. He slid one just between Cass’ own and perched the other precariously on the bed as he held himself overtop of the blonde on his elbows. Green hues gazed down searching blue as he tried to think of anything he could say to make this… better.

“I…” Vince hesitated. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t worry and he couldn’t well admit to being ashamed either. Vincent let out a small, frustrated little breath. He wasn’t used to being at loss for words, even around Cass! He wanted so desperately to just kiss him again and tell Cass to shut up but Vincent knew that wouldn’t help them. “I don’t know…” he finally admitted, noncommittally. One hand came up to brush Cass’ bangs out of his eyes again and Vincent let that delicate little finger drag across the blonde’s cheek. He really didn’t want to talk about this. Admitting anything felt like a mistake, and yet here was Cass slowly prying him open by baring his own reservations. Vincent felt like he owed the other something.

A mischievous little smile flickered across the Slytherin’s lips then, all open honesty and innocence. “For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, that then I scorn to change my state with kings,” he hummed.

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