And so here they were again, trotting along the endless hamster wheel that was this untenable dance Cassian insisted was not right, but couldn’t seem to help bringing up anyway. It wasn’t fair, really, to say no and then continue to rub it in, but Vincent was just glad they were still talking about this. A shut door would in so many ways be infinitely more painful. (And infinitely healthier, but that was not in Vince’s nature.) Instead, the Slytherin reveled in the notion that Cass was reacting to him, living proof that this was not a one-sided attraction. His manner could be a little more decorous, sure, but he certainly couldn’t claim plausible deniability anymore. Neither of them could.

Squirming as Cassian tilted his head further back, Vince’s breath hitched a little. He found a small part of himself much too content to have the big blonde dominate him and it wasn’t something Vince was ready to face in this particular moment. They were still sorting through too much else for the power dynamic to be fair, and yet… he didn’t resist as much as he should have.

At the other’s words, Vince felt a sigh bubble up but he didn’t release it, instead determined to frown. Why was Cassian making this so difficult! His meaning was clear, his tone a warning; Vincent had definitely failed some kind of unfair test and the Slytherin couldn’t bring himself to regret it even for a moment. Cassian had to know he would never be the one to back down, when propositioned. He was not the one who wanted to stifle this.

“I am controlling myself, Cassian,” he hummed gently. It was not meant to be a slap, only a statement of fact, and he hoped the honesty in his expression proved as much. “I will never be the one to turn you away when you ask for something I desperately—” need, his mind supplied. Vince licked his lips again, brow furrowed. Better not go down that path. “I am not intending to tease you,” he continued. Anymore. The Slytherin pushed gently against the other's hold, hoping this might be easier to sort out if there was some matter of space between them. “I am trying you know…”

The bleating note of desperation in his voice was unmistakable and Vincent regretted it immediately. He didn’t want to expose his weakness to Cassian, how hard it was for him too. He was supposed to be the one who was in control of himself here, even if Cass didn’t believe it.

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