With every flutter of touch, every allowance that Cass made, Vincent felt something else inside of him solidify: some truth he’d inadvertently been skirting around for some time. This was he wanted more than life itself, this perfect, abstractly terrifying moment that had given him more than he could possibly imagine. The feel of Cass’ hand in his hair, against his shirt - untucking it from its neat little place in his trousers. (For the first time of likely many to come, Vince wondered why they had to wear so many blasted layers! Who needed a waistcoat, cravat, shirt and the rest of it in a time like this! Luckily he’d at least had the decency to ditch the overcoat since it had been so warm out.)
Cass shifted then underneath him and Vince found himself trying to settle more firmly in place. He needed no direction or permission to take the lead, encouraged by the soft groan that Cass breathed into him. Deft hands tugged the big blonde absently as Vince felt the pressure of Cass’ finger against his clavicle. Free hand brushing against the skin of the blonde’s exposed waist from where Cass’ shirt had come untucked earlier, Vince curled his fingers determinedly around the Gryffindor’s waistband. Perhaps he pushed too far, or perhaps that was the end of Cass’ rope but a moment later the other abruptly turned away, breaking all contact. Vince froze in place, green eyes lifting open reluctantly.
He heard Cass gasp his name then and there was so much emotion in it Vincent didn’t know how to react. His heart was back to pounding away in his eardrums blocking out all sounds of rain and anything else. Had Cass broken away because he finally realized what they were doing, or did he just need to slow things down a touch? Vincent debated withdrawing his hand from its very obvious intention along the other’s waistband but he didn’t, instead waiting to see what it was Cass needed from him. He could take a step back if that was all this was but something in the blonde’s expression warned him otherwise.
“Yes?” The Slytherin whispered, quietly. He didn’t want to answer, not really. He wanted this moment to stretch out infinitely until Cass realized it was all he too wanted in life. Knowing the likelihood of that was slim however, Vincent dared to try and meet his eye as he sat up and straddled the other, effectively pinning him. He didn’t want the spell to break. Not yet.
Cass shifted then underneath him and Vince found himself trying to settle more firmly in place. He needed no direction or permission to take the lead, encouraged by the soft groan that Cass breathed into him. Deft hands tugged the big blonde absently as Vince felt the pressure of Cass’ finger against his clavicle. Free hand brushing against the skin of the blonde’s exposed waist from where Cass’ shirt had come untucked earlier, Vince curled his fingers determinedly around the Gryffindor’s waistband. Perhaps he pushed too far, or perhaps that was the end of Cass’ rope but a moment later the other abruptly turned away, breaking all contact. Vince froze in place, green eyes lifting open reluctantly.
He heard Cass gasp his name then and there was so much emotion in it Vincent didn’t know how to react. His heart was back to pounding away in his eardrums blocking out all sounds of rain and anything else. Had Cass broken away because he finally realized what they were doing, or did he just need to slow things down a touch? Vincent debated withdrawing his hand from its very obvious intention along the other’s waistband but he didn’t, instead waiting to see what it was Cass needed from him. He could take a step back if that was all this was but something in the blonde’s expression warned him otherwise.
“Yes?” The Slytherin whispered, quietly. He didn’t want to answer, not really. He wanted this moment to stretch out infinitely until Cass realized it was all he too wanted in life. Knowing the likelihood of that was slim however, Vincent dared to try and meet his eye as he sat up and straddled the other, effectively pinning him. He didn’t want the spell to break. Not yet.
i desire very little but the things i do consume me