At Cass’ head tilt and expletives, Vince felt goosebumps run all up and down his spine. He was driving Cass exactly where he wanted him, and the sight was absolutely obsessive. The glint of tortured pleasure behind blue eyes as Vince continued his ministrations only made the Slytherin smirk, teeth running over his bottom lip. He knew he had the upper hand in that moment, and by Merlin was Vince going to use it. “Isn’t this better than your rules?” He whispered, delicately, brazenly, and just loudly enough for Cass to hear but also breathily and sighed in a way that could cause the other to think he was imagining it. Vince didn’t know what within him had possessed the nerve to try and defy everything Cass had laid down in their discussion before; it wasn’t like he was trying to change the Gryffindor’s mind. Not truly. Vince was determined to keep his promise. If this was it, then this was certainly it. He’d find a way to keep his hands to himself if it meant getting to selfishly keep Cass too. But… still. This unequivocally was so much better, for the both of them, than Cass’ rules, no matter what the blonde might think.

Cass bucked into him then and made a deliberate motion to bite down and stifle his own groan. Vince let out a breathy little gasp, and tugged Cass down even further by the neck as if they could possibly get any closer. If Cass was pressing him into the bank, Vince hardly noticed. Foreheads together, he wasn’t prepared then as Cass made motion to return the favor below. Gasping breathily again, Vince dug his fingernails into Cass’ shoulder and faltered briefly in his movements.

This was not Vince’s plan, but he certainly was not about to complain. Pivoting then, to match Cass’ indication, Vince kept pace and found himself foiled in his efforts to draw things out. He felt his own desire to rock quicker and quicker driving forward. Amidst gasps and moans and far too much neediness, Vince found himself panting Cass’ name quietly. It was both a prayer and a curse as Vince buried his face embarrassedly in the other’s shoulder again, trying desperately not to bite down on his collarbone. He didn’t know how long he could hold out if this didn’t change directions but, frankly, Vince could not find a single inclination within to pull away and drop to his knees.

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