Vince had never realized before just how sensitive the area around his collarbone was until this moment. It was delicate there, easily bruised (as much of the pasty former red-head tended to be), but also electrifyingly arousing. He tried not think about it too smugly, but there would be no surprise if the trace of a mark was left behind, or many marks, as Cass refocused his efforts. The guttural sounds the big blonde uttered only made Vincent more desperate to hear them again and he shivered pleasantly despite himself. It wasn’t until those five little words finally filtered into the Slytherin’s preoccupied mind, however, that Vincent ceded all decorum. Each syllable was like a ringing affirmation, many an answered prayer, offering Vince the only thing he’d ever really wanted. The only thing he was willing to fight for, and one day die for. “Yes!” he managed to pant despite the gravelly intonation that his voice had given way to. Take it. Take all of it. he wanted to impress, but instead, the Slytherin pivoted. His life, his castle and throne, were all built upon words and promises, destined to collapse at first denial. For what real value did words hold, without proof of consequence? No, it was action that he wanted now.
As Cass focused above, Vincent set his focus below. He fumbled somewhat awkwardly with the accoutrements on the rest of Cass’ trousers and then set to work on his own as best he could. With every movement of Cass’ hips, the Slytherin felt his resolve weaken but he pressed on knowing that this was all that mattered. All he wanted, more than anything in the world, was skin-on-skin contact and by God would he have it! Finally, after much too long, Vince managed to maneuver and he held the blonde firmly in place as if to say hold still. From there, it was with deft, but imaginative non-verbal queues that Vincent managed to lead Cass in the right direction.
Finally, as the sun started to set outside behind the already dark clouds that continued to rumble and thunder in the distance, Vince laid his head back on the pillow, panting. A variety of garments littered the bed as, having made their way through a handful of positions hoping for the best, they’d discarded things here and there. Vince absently kicked a cravat off the side, Cass’ he thought, and turned to face the exhausted blonde beside him. He wasn’t sure what exactly to say, green eyes vigilant in the growing darkness. Vincent turned onto his side and curled up in the crook of Cass’ neck. He could hear the quick pitter-patter of the Gryffindor’s pulse under his head as he laid there, waiting for Cass to break the silence. Perhaps for now, if he just closed his eyes, they could let the moment linger.
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i desire very little but the things i do consume me
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