As Cass’ hand found his hair, Vincent hummed pleasantly and the little trill of sound vibrated in his mouth. He’d never… quite… done this before, unsure of what he was really to do, but it seemed pretty self explanatory. If the Greeks could do it, then surely a 17th century modern could blindly grope his way through! And grope his way through, Vince did. Luckily it didn’t take too long to achieve the end result. Cass was sighing against him one moment and the next a quick warning cry alerted Vince to the happy climax he’d been gunning for. Panicked at the last second, the Slytherin realized he didn’t know what to do now. Did he pull away? Did he not? Too little too late he didn’t manage to make a decision and he dealt with the mess as gallantly as possible. (Even if it was abstractly terrible.)

Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Vince stood back to full height and nuzzled gently into Cass’ shoulder. He eyed the big blonde for some sense of reaction, not yet sheepish but prepared to be if Cass looked at him grouchily. “Are you alright?” He whispered gently instead, the roar of crickets around them nearly drowning him out. Vince had no recollection of when the birds had stopped and the nighttime creatures had started, but he was grateful there was something to break the anxious silence.

Scuffing his bare toe into the sandy, rocky footing, Vince leaned against Cass more, aching to wrap his arms around the other but not daring. This was the very end, the very last, and he knew if he wanted to stay away from the derogatory comments and face slaps that he probably ought to tread carefully. He laughed a nervous, forced little laugh. “Not bad for the final hurrah, eh?” He tried, wearily. In his self-destructive way, Vince found himself wanting to reassure Cass that this was what he’d wanted, what they’d agreed, and that he would stick to it. Spent emotionally as he was, Vince couldn’t handle another verbal lashing. He unconsciously curled his fingers tightly into Cass’ shirt at the thought. Maybe, if he was obvious enough about his willingness to do or not do whatever it took, Cass would spare him the torment.

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