Vincent was right, of course. He always was. It was easier to ignore the pressing vice of ‘what happens next’ than try to cope with it at the same time all this is happening. And so he swallowed his uneasiness in favor of indulging in his friend’s kiss. A kiss that seemed to convey with it an urgent message, though whatever it was, Cassian couldn’t unpack it now. He already knew, after all. Knew how much Vince loved him, even when Cass had only been able to promise back his… protection. Loyalty and devotion, perhaps. In the days and years that would follow, this idea fomented in his mind that he possessed a different love than the one Vince wanted. But he indulged in it rather selfishly now, because he already knew this could never continue. Not for either of their sakes.
He would have dissolved in this space right here against Vincent’s mouth, crawling in on himself and his thoughts. Though it seemed the Slytherin had a different plan. But at least it was a plan at all, and Cass only rest his head wearily back on the pillow for a moment before he felt himself getting tugged (with surprising force) into a complete change of perspective. Cass had come to a stop propped up on both hands while resting between the other’s legs, hips pressed dangerously close against his. It felt dangerous, this new setup, and was easily his most intense sexual experience so far.
If Vince’s idea was to spark a reaction out of the blonde, he achieved the desired result. A renewed flush came to his cheeks and he dropped his head, letting his hair cover darkened eyes. Embarrassed, at the way his blue eyes roved slowly and curiously over the Slytherin’s chest - something he didn’t think he’d seen before, not this way. His appraising look ended locked on Vince’s face - at his frighteningly serene smile, tempting fate.
Maybe he was Hesiod, and Vincent his pandora’s box. The thought registered absently in his head the same way the thunder outside did. He considered this separately from the train of thought that made his hands incapable of resisting temptation anyway, proceeding in an almost third-person perspective. Cass attentively watched Vince’s expression as he raised a hand to graze his chest, starting from his clavicle that showed the wear of one of his needier kisses from earlier, towards his waistband where their hips met.
He would have dissolved in this space right here against Vincent’s mouth, crawling in on himself and his thoughts. Though it seemed the Slytherin had a different plan. But at least it was a plan at all, and Cass only rest his head wearily back on the pillow for a moment before he felt himself getting tugged (with surprising force) into a complete change of perspective. Cass had come to a stop propped up on both hands while resting between the other’s legs, hips pressed dangerously close against his. It felt dangerous, this new setup, and was easily his most intense sexual experience so far.
If Vince’s idea was to spark a reaction out of the blonde, he achieved the desired result. A renewed flush came to his cheeks and he dropped his head, letting his hair cover darkened eyes. Embarrassed, at the way his blue eyes roved slowly and curiously over the Slytherin’s chest - something he didn’t think he’d seen before, not this way. His appraising look ended locked on Vince’s face - at his frighteningly serene smile, tempting fate.
Maybe he was Hesiod, and Vincent his pandora’s box. The thought registered absently in his head the same way the thunder outside did. He considered this separately from the train of thought that made his hands incapable of resisting temptation anyway, proceeding in an almost third-person perspective. Cass attentively watched Vince’s expression as he raised a hand to graze his chest, starting from his clavicle that showed the wear of one of his needier kisses from earlier, towards his waistband where their hips met.
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