The fact that Cassian Valenduris let him encroach made everything inside of Vincent stand to attention. The former Slytherin was both alarmed and incredibly pleased, atuned to every marginal movement or glance the blonde before him made in that moment. His delicious little smirk made Vincent want to bite— but then Cassian flirted and everything inside of Vince melted. He suddenly didn’t care what bad news the other had to impart; he didn’t care what the repercussions were of this moment crumbling around them. All Vincent wanted, more than anything, was for Cass to mean it. For this to be their new normal not just some parlor trick Cassian put out to keep him from getting upset on occasion…
Vincent shielded his earnest behind a raised eyebrow. “Prove it,” he whispered, leaning into Cassian’s face as his little tug brought the other closer. Green eyes flashed dangerously as the blonde’s hands settled against his waist. Was Cass actually going to hold his own? Usually it was so easy for Vince to call his bluffs… not that there were many. The former Slytherin caught himself surprised as the other kissed him however, and it was apparent.
Instantly, Vincent moved to wrap his arms around Cass’ big torso, the very one he wished endlessly day in and day out he could embrace just like this. It was more than just physical need that tugged at the obliviator’s heartstrings. It was also emotional. Cass was… everything to Vince. Sun and moon both, guiding light and deity. There wasn’t anything Vincent Iago cared for, or about, more than this man, and there was little he wouldn’t do to prove it. To hold him, time and time again, regardless of whatever happened around and between them. As Cass gently pressed him closer, Vincent lost all sense of time. He kissed like his life depended on it (and maybe it did in this moment) to the point where he didn’t notice if Cassian made him untidy, or tugged his shirt loose from its place in his trousers. It wasn’t until the other pulled away and everything around them got a little less bright that Vincent finally resurfaced. The only emotion he could manage to name then was: disappointment.
Cass made to rearrange his tie, which Vince had inadvertently latched onto, and the former Slytherin tucked his own shirt back into place. (He was meticulous about being pristinely attired and any wrinkles were rather noticeably unwelcome.) Vince was still looking down at himself when Cass announced there was, in fact, a real gift in play. Green eyes blinked in surprise and Vince shuffled to the left as Cassian endeavored to move around him. “You didn’t have to,” he teased playfully, hoping to keep the tone light. “But since you did, I hope it’s better than that terrible marmalade you gave me on Boxing Day last year.” There was an arrogant quality to his tone, but behind it only gentility. Anyone who didn’t know Vince might have rolled their eyes but Cass knew him. Cass knew him better than anyone. It was for this reason he didn’t want to push and break their moment apart. They were in a very fragile little bubble. When it burst, hell hath best be prepared.
Vincent shielded his earnest behind a raised eyebrow. “Prove it,” he whispered, leaning into Cassian’s face as his little tug brought the other closer. Green eyes flashed dangerously as the blonde’s hands settled against his waist. Was Cass actually going to hold his own? Usually it was so easy for Vince to call his bluffs… not that there were many. The former Slytherin caught himself surprised as the other kissed him however, and it was apparent.
Instantly, Vincent moved to wrap his arms around Cass’ big torso, the very one he wished endlessly day in and day out he could embrace just like this. It was more than just physical need that tugged at the obliviator’s heartstrings. It was also emotional. Cass was… everything to Vince. Sun and moon both, guiding light and deity. There wasn’t anything Vincent Iago cared for, or about, more than this man, and there was little he wouldn’t do to prove it. To hold him, time and time again, regardless of whatever happened around and between them. As Cass gently pressed him closer, Vincent lost all sense of time. He kissed like his life depended on it (and maybe it did in this moment) to the point where he didn’t notice if Cassian made him untidy, or tugged his shirt loose from its place in his trousers. It wasn’t until the other pulled away and everything around them got a little less bright that Vincent finally resurfaced. The only emotion he could manage to name then was: disappointment.
Cass made to rearrange his tie, which Vince had inadvertently latched onto, and the former Slytherin tucked his own shirt back into place. (He was meticulous about being pristinely attired and any wrinkles were rather noticeably unwelcome.) Vince was still looking down at himself when Cass announced there was, in fact, a real gift in play. Green eyes blinked in surprise and Vince shuffled to the left as Cassian endeavored to move around him. “You didn’t have to,” he teased playfully, hoping to keep the tone light. “But since you did, I hope it’s better than that terrible marmalade you gave me on Boxing Day last year.” There was an arrogant quality to his tone, but behind it only gentility. Anyone who didn’t know Vince might have rolled their eyes but Cass knew him. Cass knew him better than anyone. It was for this reason he didn’t want to push and break their moment apart. They were in a very fragile little bubble. When it burst, hell hath best be prepared.
Cassian Valenduris tell me about it @.@
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