Cassian’s heart rate picked up with the curl on Vince’s lips, a deviant little look he’d thrown at him a few times today already. The blonde took a slow, furtive breath as he watched, completely entranced. His mind had barely managed to work around the sight of one finger, let alone two, and it caused him to sigh ever so softly. The house could catch fire, a comet could land right outside. Nothing would cause him to look away from this moment.

The soft pop of suction breaking between his fingers and mouth finally punctuated his thoughts. Cassian came around to present reality with the realization, too late, that he’d been staring hard. And speaking of hard, his trousers felt profoundly uncomfortable, and he really did not want Vince to notice. During these ‘innocent’ minstrations he’d angled his upper body towards Vince, as though a moth pulled to flame. His left leg was still thrown over the edge of the bed, but his right curled up on the bed in a half cross-legged seat, and he hastily turned back towards the room bringing both knees up to shield himself.

Cass shot him a glower at his cavalier question, a look that needed no further explanation as to ’how the fuck I’m doing’. To make it abundantly clear to the other, however, he let out a short huff of a sigh. “Tch.” There was no… ignoring this. What the hell did Vince think he was doing?

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he said as much, starting with a gravely voice. If Vince was going to be blunt about this, fine. Cassian was trying to smooth these jagged edges over, but it seemed that this alone wouldn’t work. “But it’s not fair.” A foul play were the words he really wanted to use, but reminding himself the other was no quidditch aficionado, he worried it would set him off on the beaten trail they’d just run on. All he meant was that it was… unsportsmanlike.

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