The look of absolute triumph that stole across Vincent’s face as Cass leaned over him was pure satisfaction. He was so beautiful in a way that Vince had never realized he’d always imagined! Nothing his mind could conjure would have come close to this reality, though: with Cass’ telling blush and long locks, even his averted blue eyes. Vince reached up to touch the blonde’s face, gently, and realized, in that moment, that nothing else would ever match this again. For the rest of his days it would be this view, this moment, that he would fantasize about until he perished.
Sucking in a breath as Cass looked him up and down, Vincent felt his own blush bloom forth, darting from his cheeks all down his neck and chest, stark against pale white skin. One of the many disadvantages of being so abstractly white was the evidence of embarrassment and self-consciousness that manifested so brightly against one’s better judgement. At least he didn’t have nearly as many freckles as he’d once had as a child; Vince’s strawberry blonde locks had lightened much over time from the more cherry color they’d been when he was young, and the freckles had mostly faded.
The feel then of the big blonde’s touch against his sensitive collarbone down to an exposed midriff made Vince shiver pleasantly. He longed for Cass to delve lower, to dare more, than he evidently did. Hoping to show the other how that felt, Vince made quick work of running his own hands down the blonde’s exposed chest and tugged him closer by the waistband. With one smooth motion, he rolled his hips up into Cass, hissing slightly at the friction that ensued. That was what Vince wanted from him.
Green eyes searched for blue as Vincent lopped his fingers through Cass’ belt loops, holding his waist secure. Another mischievous little smile, one he hoped might reassure Cass, flickered across his face and Vince lifted his chin teasingly, daring Cass to react. The challenge was clear in green hues as Vincent smirked, deft fingers moving to undo the buttons on Cass’ trousers.
Sucking in a breath as Cass looked him up and down, Vincent felt his own blush bloom forth, darting from his cheeks all down his neck and chest, stark against pale white skin. One of the many disadvantages of being so abstractly white was the evidence of embarrassment and self-consciousness that manifested so brightly against one’s better judgement. At least he didn’t have nearly as many freckles as he’d once had as a child; Vince’s strawberry blonde locks had lightened much over time from the more cherry color they’d been when he was young, and the freckles had mostly faded.
The feel then of the big blonde’s touch against his sensitive collarbone down to an exposed midriff made Vince shiver pleasantly. He longed for Cass to delve lower, to dare more, than he evidently did. Hoping to show the other how that felt, Vince made quick work of running his own hands down the blonde’s exposed chest and tugged him closer by the waistband. With one smooth motion, he rolled his hips up into Cass, hissing slightly at the friction that ensued. That was what Vince wanted from him.
Green eyes searched for blue as Vincent lopped his fingers through Cass’ belt loops, holding his waist secure. Another mischievous little smile, one he hoped might reassure Cass, flickered across his face and Vince lifted his chin teasingly, daring Cass to react. The challenge was clear in green hues as Vincent smirked, deft fingers moving to undo the buttons on Cass’ trousers.
i desire very little but the things i do consume me