The scene before him felt about as intoxicating as a bottle of firewhiskey. The room was spinning, maybe just a little bit, as Cass still adjusted to his new perspective. As he watched a flush of red carry its way from Vince’s cheeks to his neck to his chest, almost as though responding to his own wandering gaze. The sight felt unmentionably erotic, more than anything else he’d ever seen. A distant part of his mind registered, he has no shame.
The recognition of this goaded his impulses, because God knows Cass had promptly shut out any thoughts to the future by now (his personal approach to self-preservation). The young Gryffindor wanted to watch, to see this transformation again and again, to feel like his fingers against the other pushed buttons that led to immediate reaction (read; consequences). Like the way the button on Vince’s neck delivered an assault on his senses, in the form of fingers that lingered over his most sensitive areas. Cass could not repress the low growl that came out, he barely even knew it came from his lips.
Of course if Cassian was so bent on actions that would tempt fate, he should have known Vincent would respond in kind. He watched as the strawberry blonde’s expression transformed from pleasure to triumph to then something absolutely wicked, a dark look that turned his stomach into somersaults. Though he didn’t know what that devilish look promised next, he knew it gave him less than a thirty-second window to brace himself.
Whether it was the feeling of that impossible friction or Vincent’s hiss that caused it, Cass groaned openly now, looking every bit like a worried man lost at sea. He could do nothing but dive into cold and choppy waters, meeting Vince’s challenge with an assault of lips on that pale neck he so conveniently made available for one to latch onto. He didn’t even register that his trouser’s button had become undone, for his body was already moving on its own rhythm, rocking needily back into the other.
“I want…” he breathed heavily into the other’s jawline as he kissed it, he kissed everything he could contact. His wasn’t thinking about what he was saying, it may as well have been the voice of a different person altogether. “...all of you…”
The recognition of this goaded his impulses, because God knows Cass had promptly shut out any thoughts to the future by now (his personal approach to self-preservation). The young Gryffindor wanted to watch, to see this transformation again and again, to feel like his fingers against the other pushed buttons that led to immediate reaction (read; consequences). Like the way the button on Vince’s neck delivered an assault on his senses, in the form of fingers that lingered over his most sensitive areas. Cass could not repress the low growl that came out, he barely even knew it came from his lips.
Of course if Cassian was so bent on actions that would tempt fate, he should have known Vincent would respond in kind. He watched as the strawberry blonde’s expression transformed from pleasure to triumph to then something absolutely wicked, a dark look that turned his stomach into somersaults. Though he didn’t know what that devilish look promised next, he knew it gave him less than a thirty-second window to brace himself.
Whether it was the feeling of that impossible friction or Vincent’s hiss that caused it, Cass groaned openly now, looking every bit like a worried man lost at sea. He could do nothing but dive into cold and choppy waters, meeting Vince’s challenge with an assault of lips on that pale neck he so conveniently made available for one to latch onto. He didn’t even register that his trouser’s button had become undone, for his body was already moving on its own rhythm, rocking needily back into the other.
“I want…” he breathed heavily into the other’s jawline as he kissed it, he kissed everything he could contact. His wasn’t thinking about what he was saying, it may as well have been the voice of a different person altogether. “...all of you…”
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