Vince could see the moment Cass realized what it was he’d offered and became embarrassed by it. Green eyes narrowed suspiciously again, head tilting just so. It would be rather like Cass to back out, Vince thought bitterly, but then his train of thought broke as the other settled into a tease, and Vince let out a tiny breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The years had made him skeptical, even of the one love he held dear. Anything that seemed even a little bit too good to be true was bound to fall through, especially when it came to Cass, he’d learned. This time, Vincent wasn’t about to give him the opportunity to fail.
Their foreheads pressed together as Vince listed out his demands, but Cass for his part did not seem finished teasing. The little seductive drawl that tried to negotiate was almost sweet enough to entice Vince to give him his way… but no.“I think not,” the snake hummed in reply. He would not give Cass space to fall back now. Luckily, Cass didn’t seem so inclined as he pressed forward, closing the space between them again.
Vince felt like he was being exposed to oxygen after months without. He closed his eyes, leaning desperately into the kiss, taking whatever it was he could get. He was mildly impressed with Cassian being so forthcoming considering they were actually within the Ministry building. Normally such behavior was strictly Against The Rules that Vince often butted up against. He was used to being scolded by Cass’ stony expression for this or that, always a game to be played away from the eyes of others. There was nothing on this planet that Vincent adored more than Cassian however, and having him just within reach day in and day out was… torture.
It was release of this torture that fueled Vince’s surge forward. How infrequently was he allowed to actually hold the object of his burning affection? How often was he granted the permission to actually kiss Cass, and prove to the big blonde how much he loved him? The feel of Cass’ lips on his neck nearly made Vince’s knees weak and the obliviator held back a small groan. His fingers fumbled for Cass’ tie, itching to pull the other back up to his face, when there was a sudden knock at the door. Vince froze and Cass startled away from him so quickly, he barely managed to blink.
Breath short, the former Slytherin watched as the all too familiar, apologetic little smile was flashed in his direction. This was a pivotal moment wherein he had two choices. One: he could flash a clever little grin in return all while smoothing his own attire and commenting upon their shared promise. Or two… he could straighten just quickly enough that Cass wouldn’t have time to react and heave the big blonde up against the door to the office, sliding down his torso and blowing up every defense that had been shuttered. They had ten minutes after all.
Mischief and desire flashed in green eyes at the thought but Vince opted for choice number one.
He smoothed his lapels and peeled himself off Cassian’s desk. Then, with a sultry expression, Vince made for the door. “Just don’t forget your promise, chief.”
Their foreheads pressed together as Vince listed out his demands, but Cass for his part did not seem finished teasing. The little seductive drawl that tried to negotiate was almost sweet enough to entice Vince to give him his way… but no.“I think not,” the snake hummed in reply. He would not give Cass space to fall back now. Luckily, Cass didn’t seem so inclined as he pressed forward, closing the space between them again.
Vince felt like he was being exposed to oxygen after months without. He closed his eyes, leaning desperately into the kiss, taking whatever it was he could get. He was mildly impressed with Cassian being so forthcoming considering they were actually within the Ministry building. Normally such behavior was strictly Against The Rules that Vince often butted up against. He was used to being scolded by Cass’ stony expression for this or that, always a game to be played away from the eyes of others. There was nothing on this planet that Vincent adored more than Cassian however, and having him just within reach day in and day out was… torture.
It was release of this torture that fueled Vince’s surge forward. How infrequently was he allowed to actually hold the object of his burning affection? How often was he granted the permission to actually kiss Cass, and prove to the big blonde how much he loved him? The feel of Cass’ lips on his neck nearly made Vince’s knees weak and the obliviator held back a small groan. His fingers fumbled for Cass’ tie, itching to pull the other back up to his face, when there was a sudden knock at the door. Vince froze and Cass startled away from him so quickly, he barely managed to blink.
Breath short, the former Slytherin watched as the all too familiar, apologetic little smile was flashed in his direction. This was a pivotal moment wherein he had two choices. One: he could flash a clever little grin in return all while smoothing his own attire and commenting upon their shared promise. Or two… he could straighten just quickly enough that Cass wouldn’t have time to react and heave the big blonde up against the door to the office, sliding down his torso and blowing up every defense that had been shuttered. They had ten minutes after all.
Mischief and desire flashed in green eyes at the thought but Vince opted for choice number one.
He smoothed his lapels and peeled himself off Cassian’s desk. Then, with a sultry expression, Vince made for the door. “Just don’t forget your promise, chief.”
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