Just like that, they were back where they started. With the world closing in on everything else but the two of them, and Cassian utterly thoughtless as he drank in every movement and noise Vince made. That hitch in his breath did unimaginable things to his body. A part of him knew this wasn’t fair. Not fair to his friend, to be treated so roughly in response to some innocent teasing (even though he said he didn’t intend to tease – Cass knew he had to, because he calculated every word that left his lips). That same small part of Cass knew it made no sense - his urge to hurt Vince terribly for the things he’s taught him about himself. Things that were, apparently, in him all along.

The blonde scoffed at Vincent’s suggestion that he was controlling himself, that he was trying (what happens when he stopped doing even that? Cass didn’t want to wonder). Instead his lips found Vince’s pulsebeat at his neck, which he covered in an open-mouthed kiss. Eventually his hands left Vince’s hair to cup the back of his head, his other hand grabbing handfuls of bed linens. He kept kissing him, but there was true ire behind his motions now; it made the Gryffindor angry and biting and dominating as he continued, deaf to if there were any signals of protest. Eventually his mouth needily found the other’s mouth again and he didn’t even care. For his body thrummed with pleasure and it goaded him on. A strangled-sounding groan of desire left his throat to get muffled against Vince’s tongue. He could taste the dessert he just had. He was hard again, pressing his body up against Vince again, feeling that white-hot heat searing him from the inside out again…

“Fucking hell,” as though struck by lightening, Cass abruptly disentangled himself and pulled away. He shifted back to a seat on the side of the bed next to Vince, feet planted firmly on the ground as though it could anchor him in a different reality. Fucking hell. He started this one, through and through. Vince only used words, but it was Cass that took action to bring them into unsafe territory again. The realization twinged his face pink, expression contorted in bafflement. How could this happen? How could he let it?

The young man dragged his fingers through his hair, combing it back in stress as he tried to determine what he should do. Clearly though, he’d done enough. He could still feel Vince on his lips.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Maybe I should go,” he finally said, voice hollow in the dim room.

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