As if on (preservative) instinct, Vincent felt a thousand responses bubble up to deflect Cass’ protest. They didn’t have to be obvious about it, he wanted to exclaim. Cass was silly to think they even had much of a choice. But, even in trying to hide their… feelings, it would only cement what they had, not dissolve it! Bring them even closer! There was nothing that had to change beyond supplementing what was already so perfect. How could Cass not see the possibility?

There were so many thoughts crowding around in Vincent’s mind that it was a shock when Cass turned to face him and all went silent in his mind. The agonized look in the other's eye made Vince almost wish he could take his suggestion back. Cass had been nothing if not clear that he didn’t want or need this, and the anguish that was so abundant in those beautiful baby blues only made the guilt in Vince’s gut turn over. Still, a shred of hope remained, especially as Cass captured his wrist and Vince saw something flare behind the blonde’s expression.

Blue finally met green in a way that made Vince’s breath hitch. He’d seen that look contort Cass’ handsome features before but he was still entirely unprepared for what came next. As Cass closed the space between them, effectively swallowing any words Vince might have tried to retort, the world felt right again. For the briefest of moments, everything they’d suffered in the past twenty four hours seemed to vanish and Vincent felt whole again.

Free hand coming up to clutch at Cass’ shirt front, long thin fingers twisted into the fabric pulling him close. There was a much different emotion behind this encounter for Vincent than last night; this was a desperate neediness, a longing that was achingly endless more than it was fueled by pure lust. He both hoped Cass wouldn’t notice while simultaneously wishing he could communicate every possibility to the big blonde without ever having to say a word. Perhaps to this aim, Vince pressed himself entirely up against Cass and wrapped his arms up and around the Gryffindor’s neck. He didn’t pause to take a breath until he absolutely had to, and then only just paused long enough to blink up at Cass and kiss him, greedily, again.

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