Vince waited patiently for Cass to contemplate his (albeit evasive) response. It was telling, in a way, more so than Vince liked to acquiesce, but it was romantic too. They had come full circle, and the Slytherin couldn’t help but stifle a snicker. He hadn’t planned it that way but… he was rather pleased with the outcome.

Cass for his part looked unfulfilled. Something in his expression seemed sad, or disappointed. Vince couldn’t tell. Part of him ached to pull back and just… talk about this, since that was evidently the only thing Cass seemed to want. But the selfish, detrimental part of Vincent chirped at him to just let it go. He deliberated, torn between wanting to be a friend before all else to Cass and potentially sacrificing the one intimate moment they might ever share. It was lucky then that Cass made the decision for him, moving a hand gently to Vince’s cheek and tugging him back down into a sweet kiss.

Filled again, fully and entirely, but the scent and taste of Cassian Valenduris, Vincent hummed against the other’s lips. He tasted of summer rain and the lingering sweetness of some bean or another (possibly orange). Pouring all of himself into the kiss, Vince brought up both hands to Cass’ cheeks and held him there, determined to impress upon the blonde that everything was going to be alright. They would figure it out. They would sort through all the repercussions together. It did not escape Vincent that this was the first time Cassian had tugged him in an encouraged the contact, and the thrill of it only ignited something in the Slytherin’s gut.

Vince was getting antsy with the trepidation however. This stop and go nonsense was making it rather difficult to stay in the right mindset. Taking Cass’ latest initiative as encouragement, Vince decided to turn the tables: literally. Reluctance was evident in the way he broke for air and Vincent sighed against Cass’s throat. He then rolled over flat onto his back and tried to tug the big blonde with him, overtop. It was an entirely new sensation to switch roles, he the generally smaller one, but it gave Cass the illusion of control. Vincent for his part reveled in the idea of finding himself underneath the Gryffindor, and he grinned a little hoping the other realized as much. He was sprightly and could achieve so much more than Cass seemed willing to try, while still giving the other the literal upper-hand.

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