With Cass’ forehead pressed against his own as the only encouragement Vincent needed, the Slytherin tightened his grip around the big blonde's neck. He was infinitely pleased that Cass had not only initiated, but also seemed to know exactly what he wanted this time with little to no hesitation in asking for it. A thrill of pleasure rippled down Vince’s spine at the thought; this was a version of Cass he’d never seen before but immediately realized he needed more of in life. He’d always known the Gryffindor was a born leader. Cass had a way about him that made people want to follow, and he didn’t have qualms directing them either. But this was entirely something else.

Opening his mouth obediently as Cass pried for entry, Vincent met the other’s authority with his own small challenge. Testing the waters, he explored what he dared, letting fingers slide gently down the back of Cass’ shirt until they found a hem, tongue doing much of the same exploration in Cass’ mouth. Suddenly, Cass pulled away and for a terrible moment Vincent felt everything crash around him. Like a fumbled mirror, he careened towards the ground waiting to shatter. He tasted a bitterness then that neither of them had realized and noticed his lower lip was bleeding. Sucking on it gently, Vince was relieved when Cass only seemed to be checking their surroundings.

As the other spoke, he could only nod once before they crashed together again. It didn’t matter that this was the last time because Vince was going to make the most of it he possibly could. They had an understanding anyhow; there was no reason to be demure. Cass advanced on him then, all determined grabs and bossy direction, and Vince complied willingly. He stepped backwards as Cass maneuvered them to a better spot and snatched needily at the other’s pant hem. Pressing Cass to him, Vincent rolled his hips against the other and grinned despite himself. Green eyes sought blue even as he kissed the handsome blonde, taking in every look and moment he possibly could.

This was what he wanted; this was everything Vince needed and more.

Anxious both to make it last and simply get on with it, he slid long fingers ever so slowly around from their place on Cass’ waist to the front of his trousers where Vince tucked them under the hem, all cold and damp. One hand then proceeded to begin undoing Cass’ buttons while the other held him in place. Vince sighed against the big blonde's neck. There were not words enough to communicate the delicacy of the situation, and so he stayed silent, focused on the task at hand.

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