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.

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What he really meant was stop, and he was glad that his friend obeyed. In his own way. Even after they’d stopped the sound of their heaving breaths still filled the room, which left little room to imagination should anyone overhear. He didn’t expect that anyone would - as a general rule the master of the house was left alone to his devices, and dinner wasn’t for a few hours. Still, he snapped his fingers in the direction of the charmed door for it to lock without much fuss, to at least afford them some privacy while he sorted through this… whatever this is.

Cassian didn’t want to answer, either. He’d hardly come to terms with their current circumstance, his darkened expression a clear indication that he needed a moment. The blonde dug the heels of his palms into his eyes then, anything but to look at his best friend. In the darkness he could feel Vince, all of him, and how electric his bare touch still felt against the sensitive skin of his waist, an area no one has touched in recent memory. He could feel his body clawing back for it, measured by a mind wracked with guilt and desperation to not lose his closest friend. The contradiction twisted at his heart, and judging by the flush across his cheeks, Cass was certain that he was about to self-combust.

“What’s happening,” he managed, voice low and husky, finally parting his hands from his eyes. He didn’t want to look at Vince, but he had to, noting absently how his lips were swollen, hair mussed. His hands dropped in defeat, resting against Vince’s legs. The one he counted on to find his words when he couldn’t. Cass willed in his mind that the other could find something to explain this all away.

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Vince was conflicted in the moments that passed between his silent whisper and waiting for Cass to say something, anything, else. He could see the tortured look on his best friend’s face and it was almost enough to make him retreat fully, entirely, and wash this all away like it hadn’t happened. But it had happened, and hopefully for the best? (Vince could be tentatively optimistic, considering things hadn’t exploded in his face yet.) Still, as Cass reached up to rub his eyes, it was evident that the wheels were turning. He was confused, likely as confused as Vince should have felt if it hadn’t all seemed just so right, so easy.

In retrospect, Vince wondered if he should be more concerned about the fact that he’d just snogged his best friend. He figured in that moment that yeah, perhaps, he ought to think a little more on it; but also, he didn’t want to deal with that thought, or its repercussions until later. Not until after they’d fully and entirely made this mistake at least. They were both going to dwell on it anyway; why shortchange the experience? Cass’ flush then only solidified Vince’s resolve and the Slytherin offered as small a smile as he could manage.

When Cass asked him what was happening, Vince wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. He might have been a touch distracted by the sound of the blonde’s voice, in all its low, raspy splendor, but all in all, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to… try and explain himself. What would he even say if he did try? Vincent hummed noncommittally instead and untucked his fingers from Cass’ waistband. Instead of removing them altogether though, he ran his index finger slowly along the exposed skin there, back and forth, thinking.

“It doesn’t matter,” he finally whispered into the quiet room. “We can figure it out later.” Vincent leaned forward again and stopped just a hair length away from Cass’ face with a teasing, mischievous grin on his lips. “We’ll have loads of time since we’re not going to that Quidditch game anyway, hm?”

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It was his own fault, wasn’t it? The way he pushed and pushed ahead, reckless to the many polite signals Vince gave to maintain this barrier they’d just shattered through. He’d wished, poured all his will into, learning what it was that made Vince smile effortlessly. He hadn’t imagined it to transpire so soon. He hadn’t imagined it was this - the serene and winsome smile leveled from above and directed to only him.

Cassian flinched at the intimate tickle against his lower abdomen, screwing his eyes shut in a bit of a grimace. It’s as though every nerve ending in his body came to life with the intimation of that gentle, grazing finger. The blonde’s hands didn’t lift from Vince’s legs, though he couldn’t help the way his fingertips dug into the sides of his quads.

It does matter, he wanted to counter, but words still escaped him. Ignore what’s happening now? The thought baffled Cass, the same way it baffled him that there would be a tomorrow where they knew this happened. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he filed away a sense of hurt that Vincent didn’t have a single thought to how this changed their friendship - what it meant for them, or what would happen next. It wasn’t as though Cassian was powerless in this situation, but Vince had a certain effect–

“Stop that,” he huffed, finally opening his eyes to grab hard at his friend’s cravat as his wandering fingers sent a shiver straight down to his bones. Sharp green eyes leveled against his, and this time, Cass was acutely aware of his breath against his cheek. An absent part of his mind remembered the taste of watermelon he’d had earlier, which hadn’t come from the candy he ate himself. Another part of his mind wanted nothing more than to hit Vince, wipe away that mischievous grin for all the hell he’d caused them both. And still a third part of his mind felt numb to it all – putting all its hope on instinct. Instinct that sensed the cravat falling apart in his tight grip, and that used a final tug to pull it apart and let Vince in. 

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At Cass’ grimace, Vince ceased any and all contact he could, lifting his fingers delicately away from the other’s midriff. He could feel the tension building up in his best friend’s frame as he dug into Vince’s leg muscles with his fingers. It was obvious now, perhaps more than before as Vince tried to shake his hazy, needy state of mind, that Cass was uncomfortable. Something about the realization of that sank like a stone into the base of Vince’s gut. He’d pushed too far. He’d cornered the other and if anyone knew Cass didn’t like to be cornered, it was Vince. He’d seen it, time and time again, as the big blonde lost his temper and flared just a touch too hot when someone tried to back him into something. He was like a rebellious stallion, wild and dangerous if harassed.

Vince couldn’t help but also flinch as the other snapped at him and grabbed his cravat. He hadn’t expected Cass to hit him, but the flinch was telling nonetheless. Vince was waiting for the other shoe to drop, even as he leaned precariously close to the big blonde’s face now. So far, despite the warning signs, Cassian hadn’t really said much of anything. If Vince was more of a gentleman he’d have taken the first sign of struggle and begged off but, as it was, the Slytherin just didn’t quite know when to call it. He did know, however, that this was likely the only opportunity they’d have to explore… whatever this was, and it had to be handled with care. One wrong word from either side and the whole thing could go up in dangerous flames.

He waited for Cass to make the next move.

All was silent as the rain continued to downpour outside the open window. Somewhere in the distance thunder was beginning to rumble and Vince couldn’t help but think idly that it would make for good cover. Finally, Cass seemed to give in to whatever war was waging in his mind and he tugged Vince’s cravat free of its bindings. For a fraction of a second the Slytherin hesitated, wondering if that meant what he thought it meant. Had Cass come around to his point of view that it did not, in fact, matter right now what was happening? He certainly hoped so as that mischievous grin returned this time at full force, all dazzling toothpaste-commercial smiles.

Grabbing Cass by the collar with both hands, Vince pressed down upon him again, this time kissing without any of the trepidation from before. He was careful not to let his hands wander and risk upsetting the other as he had earlier, but he did press forward with an urgency that was unrestrained. Licking Cass’ bottom lip and asking for entry with his tongue, Vince figured it was now or never. Why not push the envelop.

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At the very least, Vincent knew him. Read him like a Seer who could sense his next move, attuned to his pain points, aligned with his preferences. In retrospect, it was around this point that Cassian began to suspect all the ways he’d misunderstood Vincent. How, so thoughtful and so observant, his dear friend had already found all he needed to hold the upper hand from the start.

Even with this abstract understanding of what was transpiring, Cass’s heart still sank to see Vince flinch. To sense a small brush with fear - and to think that fear was directed at him. It drew a frown from an already concerned expression, and his mouth opened as though to say something – some urgent reassurance, an apology – but no words came. Blue eyes sought out Vince’s green ones, realizing then that the other was appraising him - waiting patiently - incited, rather than put out. 

Their eyes remained locked as the cravat slipped from Vince’s collar, heavy silence swelling between them. Thunder in the distance matched the pounding of his heart, as Cass watched the implication of this movement transform Vince’s expression. This winning smile is a touch too mischievous to share openly with anyone else. His stomach flipped to think he was one of the few privy.

Cassian was expecting it when their lips crashed together, this time. The pair descended quickly into where they left off, working with a matched frenzy. He hummed against the feeling of Vince’s hands grabbing at his collar, damning to hell the cravat that worked to suffocate him there. At the risk of doing something stupid with his hands, he moved to pull impatiently at it, releasing the fabric with quick resolve. The waistcoat felt suffocating now too, constraining him under Vince’s movements, so his fingers worked clumsily over the buttons. 

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Vince was practically purring with pleasure as Cass gave in fully over to… whatever it was that was happening. For a moment there things had looked dicey, but luckily between the both of them it seemed like the moment’s importance could be prioritized over any lingering concern. Deftly, Vincent worked at tugging Cass’ own cravat loose but the big blonde beat him to the punch. So too did Cass preempt his next move to start undoing waistcoat buttons and Vincent grinned against him. All that left to do was preoccupy himself with his own trappings.

Undoing as many buttons as quickly as he could, Vincent made easy work of his waistcoat and slung it hastily to the side. It landed on the coiner of the bed and slid off onto the floor. The thin white shirt beneath was already rolled up to his elbows and the Slytherin debated tugging it off entirely. He supposed he’d best follow Cass’ lead here, unwilling to tempt the moment again himself. Instead, he followed the blonde’s fingers down the row of waistcoat buttons to begin undoing the undershirt (blasted layers!) so that he could finally, finally, touch Cass where it counted.

As the both of them fumbled somewhat inexpertly, Vince did his best to keep from thinking about anything important. He thought only about the feel of Cass against him, and the sound of his own heart thudding maddeningly through his ribcage. Idly, he wondered if Cass too could hear it, but he found he didn’t so much care. Instead, Vince focused on getting the last of those blasted buttons undone and when finally the fabric gave way, he pulled back just briefly to take in his handiwork.

Green eyes raked up and down Cass’ chest so quickly it was almost imperceptible, but it was enough. Vincent grinned his full blown Cheshire Cat grin again and slid a hand delicately between Cass’ bare skin and his shirt. Then, bending over once more to kiss him needily, the Slytherin took full advantage of having Cass’ chest and stomach fully exposed.

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The sounds Vince choose to make, the way his mouth felt grinning against him, the feel of his frame his hands. These all added up to doing a spectacular number on his head, shuttering any effort his mind made to pick up the pieces of what was happening. Vincent told him to not worry about it - Cassian promised himself to follow more of the other’s lead. And this was the outcome of that desire. That possessive need he had to dig into his friend’s most vulnerable core.

Again Vince’s deft fingers danced around parts of his body that felt strange to be touched, the sensation of fumbling with buttons around his lower stomach by his waistband driving a groan deep into the other’s throat. A little help made the offending garments quick to dispatch, leaving the blonde exposed, shivering with cold and anticipation. We might die here, he thought stupidly. With our bodies melting into each other like two burning candles.

He gasped with their short reprieve, catching Vince’s striking green eyes as the pads of his fingertips drifted against bare skin that would surely catch fire where he touched. Angling his face away from the next round of feverish kisses, Cass sought to watch where Vincent moved. The sight of his hands on him, unexpectedly, devastatingly, riveting. He breathed deeply through his nose before burrowing his head into the crook of his friend’s neck, not wanting to be seen when his body betrayed him. He breathed Vincent’s scent deeply instead, lips grazing experimentally with his neck, hands still clenched firmly on the other’s thighs.

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Vince wasn’t sure if Cass’ taking a moment to breath was a good indication of how things were going or a poor one. He figured giving the other space to lead was what he’d needed but now the Slytherin was unsure. Perhaps he was overthinking things in his own slight anxiety. Yes, surely that had to be it, if Cass’ groan was any indication. Vincent tried to press on but he was surprised then as the Gryffindor turned away from him and he hesitated. That look in his piercing blue eyes had said so much that Vince wasn’t even sure he could decipher it.

Running his hand gently, carefully, up Cass’ chest, Vince slowed down his movements. He slid his hand all the way up and around to the back of the blonde’s neck and held on to him there as Cass buried his face in Vince’s shoulder. He almost dared to say something until Cass started kissing him gently along the collarbone. Vince felt a pleasant little shiver rake up and down his spine at the contact and he relaxed. Daring to be bold again, and because Cass seemed rather tense still, Vince ran the free index finger on his left hand down the length of Cass’ chest, stopping to ghost just gently over the waistband. He didn’t wrap his fingers around it, the way he wanted to, to tug Cass impossibly closer and find a friction to them. Instead, Vince just kissed the side of his temple sweetly.

For his part, Cass still had his hands firmly in place on Vincent’s thighs like an anchor, holding him afloat. It was cute in a way, but also impossibly distracting. Vince tugged on one of Cass’ arms with his free hand hoping to pull it away from its perch. They were not going to accomplish anything with his laying here like a petrified tree.

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The sweet smell of summer rain filled the room, intoxicating his senses. Cassian wanted to languish in this silence and stillness. The change of pace made a good break for him. Already some tension eased a half-inch from the blonde’s broad shoulders, and afforded him the time to close his eyes and firm his resolve to spiral deeper into a dissociative state. One that didn’t recognize this truth that he’d just found out, the most well-kept truth hiding in Vincent. The Slytherin loved him, far beyond anything familial. Far beyond even this lifetime. Cass already regarded the other as the complement that made him whole, himself, but it took Vince to show him how much.

What’s worse, what transpired between them now made this feeling concrete and undeniable. A gentle kiss on his temple caused the blonde to sigh unsteadily into Vince’s neck, shaken by this understanding. He’d stopped kissing, though his breathing remained heavy on the spot.

Still not altogether connected with their movements, he only noticed the vice grip he kept on the other’s legs when he felt a telling tug on his wrist.  As though Vince had magic to compel from his fingertips, Cass released immediately. His hands hovered awkwardly over the spot for a moment before, careful like the other was made of glass, his hands crept up to rest on Vince’s sides just above his waistband. The way he held Cassian was reassuring, and he would gladly stay nestled here, eyes screwed shut against the quick pulse he felt against his lips. Which had started to roam absently across Vince’s neck, savoring the warmth he found there. His body ached for more, even if it didn’t know entirely what more meant.

How was this normal? It wasn’t of course. No matter how naturally it came to them, that didn’t make it good. But they’d given in blindly to each other anyway. “Aren’t you ashamed…” he muttered, voice grating out more like a question than a condescending remark. He said this as one hand moved up from Vince’s side to crawl up his back, pulling the other closer to feel the touch of bare skin on his chest.

Cassian so desperately wanted to enjoy just a few last days where things were… the same as they’d always been, the perfect memory of their lives unbothered and uncomplicated. He could have never imagined to step on this kind of landmine, and there was no going back now.

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Vince could still sense the hesitance and the turmoil writhing within Cass under him. He held onto the blonde gently, hoping to steady him, even as a soft sigh brushed over Vince’s collarbone from where the Gryffindor’s head was still nestled into his shoulder. The other was compliant yet, if a little caught-out, and he quickly moved his hands from their grip on Vince’s legs. They hovered discreetly, unsure of quite where to go until finally, they settled on Vince’s waist. The Slytherin hummed pleasantly, especially as Cass’s breath ghosted over his neck raising goosebumps.

It wasn’t until the other spoke again, shattering the peaceful stillness, that Vincent felt himself tense again. On instinct his reaction was to draw away as if slapped; ashamed was a stong word, one that could easily send them both into a tailspin. Vincent had known for longer than Cass, perhaps, what he’d wanted, what he felt every time he was near the big blonde, but that hadn’t made the initial impact of it any easier on him. His… innate desire to have that which was not his by governing societal standards was just Vincent’s way. The little Slytherin had long since decided to accept as much, his vaguely unnatural inclinations just following suit. It wasn’t like anything about him could be normal since fate had scripted him that way. But… there was no part of Vincent that wanted Cass to feel the weight of that responsibility.

He understood the other’s hesitance, his questioning in this moment. It was all a shock, so new especially considering he had the added intricacies of confronting the physical needs as he just barely managed to register the emotional… or at least Vince hoped. (He wasn’t sure exactly where Cass was falling on the spectrum in that regard, as to him, but he was sure by the other’s reaction that he certainly fell somewhere upon it, right?) Besides, if the way Cass was tugging him down was any indication, he couldn’t possibly be repulsed now could he?

Vincent complied with the other’s gestured request, leaning forward and letting his legs fall back. He slid one just between Cass’ own and perched the other precariously on the bed as he held himself overtop of the blonde on his elbows. Green hues gazed down searching blue as he tried to think of anything he could say to make this… better.

“I…” Vince hesitated. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t worry and he couldn’t well admit to being ashamed either. Vincent let out a small, frustrated little breath. He wasn’t used to being at loss for words, even around Cass! He wanted so desperately to just kiss him again and tell Cass to shut up but Vincent knew that wouldn’t help them. “I don’t know…” he finally admitted, noncommittally. One hand came up to brush Cass’ bangs out of his eyes again and Vincent let that delicate little finger drag across the blonde’s cheek. He really didn’t want to talk about this. Admitting anything felt like a mistake, and yet here was Cass slowly prying him open by baring his own reservations. Vincent felt like he owed the other something.

A mischievous little smile flickered across the Slytherin’s lips then, all open honesty and innocence. “For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, that then I scorn to change my state with kings,” he hummed.

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Though he could sense his friend tense up against him, nothing about it changed Cassian’s own behavior. They were companions stranded on life rafts in a turbulent sea now, and it wasn’t that Cass had chosen to abandon his friend in his moment of plight, but he simply had no way to extend himself further. Every man for himself.

Shame gripped his heart and reddened his cheeks, but his body shivered from pleasure at the graze of Vince’s bare chest against his anyway. Hands navigated with a mind of their own, one grazing the Slytherin’s back while the other held more firmly onto his hip as he shifted over him. Even as those striking green eyes sought his, even as he watched the other grow… uncharacteristically tongue-tied. This revelation gave Cass no thrill of pleasure. It interested him, in a distant and abstract way, the same way it disclosed to him that Vincent hadn’t thought about this. Not an ounce of consideration for the consequences, or the prospect of loss, a gamble that could have sacrificed everything. Has he foresaken everything? Cass idly wondered.

Cassian simply gazed up impassively as the other touched him again, caressed his hair like a doting lover, tempted more contact with a stray finger on his cheek. The only tell indicating the effect Vince had on him was in the way the blonde’s chest raised and fell with hurried, shallow breaths in anticipation for his answer. He inhaled sharply, through his nose, when it finally came.

The young Gryffindor couldn’t match Vince’s smile even if he tried. ’I all alone beweep my outcast state,’ his intrusive mind injected, though now of course he understood (too late). Alone in this state, he would no longer be. Through volition that no longer felt like Cassian’s own, his hand moved gently from Vincent’s hip to his cheek, tugging the other’s mouth to his own in a deep kiss.

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Vince waited patiently for Cass to contemplate his (albeit evasive) response. It was telling, in a way, more so than Vince liked to acquiesce, but it was romantic too. They had come full circle, and the Slytherin couldn’t help but stifle a snicker. He hadn’t planned it that way but… he was rather pleased with the outcome.

Cass for his part looked unfulfilled. Something in his expression seemed sad, or disappointed. Vince couldn’t tell. Part of him ached to pull back and just… talk about this, since that was evidently the only thing Cass seemed to want. But the selfish, detrimental part of Vincent chirped at him to just let it go. He deliberated, torn between wanting to be a friend before all else to Cass and potentially sacrificing the one intimate moment they might ever share. It was lucky then that Cass made the decision for him, moving a hand gently to Vince’s cheek and tugging him back down into a sweet kiss.

Filled again, fully and entirely, but the scent and taste of Cassian Valenduris, Vincent hummed against the other’s lips. He tasted of summer rain and the lingering sweetness of some bean or another (possibly orange). Pouring all of himself into the kiss, Vince brought up both hands to Cass’ cheeks and held him there, determined to impress upon the blonde that everything was going to be alright. They would figure it out. They would sort through all the repercussions together. It did not escape Vincent that this was the first time Cassian had tugged him in an encouraged the contact, and the thrill of it only ignited something in the Slytherin’s gut.

Vince was getting antsy with the trepidation however. This stop and go nonsense was making it rather difficult to stay in the right mindset. Taking Cass’ latest initiative as encouragement, Vince decided to turn the tables: literally. Reluctance was evident in the way he broke for air and Vincent sighed against Cass’s throat. He then rolled over flat onto his back and tried to tug the big blonde with him, overtop. It was an entirely new sensation to switch roles, he the generally smaller one, but it gave Cass the illusion of control. Vincent for his part reveled in the idea of finding himself underneath the Gryffindor, and he grinned a little hoping the other realized as much. He was sprightly and could achieve so much more than Cass seemed willing to try, while still giving the other the literal upper-hand.

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Vincent was right, of course. He always was. It was easier to ignore the pressing vice of ‘what happens next’ than try to cope with it at the same time all this is happening. And so he swallowed his uneasiness in favor of indulging in his friend’s kiss. A kiss that seemed to convey with it an urgent message, though whatever it was, Cassian couldn’t unpack it now. He already knew, after all. Knew how much Vince loved him, even when Cass had only been able to promise back his… protection. Loyalty and devotion, perhaps. In the days and years that would follow, this idea fomented in his mind that he possessed a different love than the one Vince wanted. But he indulged in it rather selfishly now, because he already knew this could never continue. Not for either of their sakes.

He would have dissolved in this space right here against Vincent’s mouth, crawling in on himself and his thoughts. Though it seemed the Slytherin had a different plan. But at least it was a plan at all, and Cass only rest his head wearily back on the pillow for a moment before he felt himself getting tugged (with surprising force) into a complete change of perspective. Cass had come to a stop propped up on both hands while resting between the other’s legs, hips pressed dangerously close against his. It felt dangerous, this new setup, and was easily his most intense sexual experience so far. 

If Vince’s idea was to spark a reaction out of the blonde, he achieved the desired result. A renewed flush came to his cheeks and he dropped his head, letting his hair cover darkened eyes. Embarrassed, at the way his blue eyes roved slowly and curiously over the Slytherin’s chest - something he didn’t think he’d seen before, not this way. His appraising look ended locked on Vince’s face - at his frighteningly serene smile, tempting fate.

Maybe he was Hesiod, and Vincent his pandora’s box. The thought registered absently in his head the same way the thunder outside did. He considered this separately from the train of thought that made his hands incapable of resisting temptation anyway, proceeding in an almost third-person perspective. Cass attentively watched Vince’s expression as he raised a hand to graze his chest, starting from his clavicle that showed the wear of one of his needier kisses from earlier, towards his waistband where their hips met.

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The look of absolute triumph that stole across Vincent’s face as Cass leaned over him was pure satisfaction. He was so beautiful in a way that Vince had never realized he’d always imagined! Nothing his mind could conjure would have come close to this reality, though: with Cass’ telling blush and long locks, even his averted blue eyes. Vince reached up to touch the blonde’s face, gently, and realized, in that moment, that nothing else would ever match this again. For the rest of his days it would be this view, this moment, that he would fantasize about until he perished.

Sucking in a breath as Cass looked him up and down, Vincent felt his own blush bloom forth, darting from his cheeks all down his neck and chest, stark against pale white skin. One of the many disadvantages of being so abstractly white was the evidence of embarrassment and self-consciousness that manifested so brightly against one’s better judgement. At least he didn’t have nearly as many freckles as he’d once had as a child; Vince’s strawberry blonde locks had lightened much over time from the more cherry color they’d been when he was young, and the freckles had mostly faded.

The feel then of the big blonde’s touch against his sensitive collarbone down to an exposed midriff made Vince shiver pleasantly. He longed for Cass to delve lower, to dare more, than he evidently did. Hoping to show the other how that felt, Vince made quick work of running his own hands down the blonde’s exposed chest and tugged him closer by the waistband. With one smooth motion, he rolled his hips up into Cass, hissing slightly at the friction that ensued. That was what Vince wanted from him.

Green eyes searched for blue as Vincent lopped his fingers through Cass’ belt loops, holding his waist secure. Another mischievous little smile, one he hoped might reassure Cass, flickered across his face and Vince lifted his chin teasingly, daring Cass to react. The challenge was clear in green hues as Vincent smirked, deft fingers moving to undo the buttons on Cass’ trousers.

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i desire very little but the things i do consume me

The scene before him felt about as intoxicating as a bottle of firewhiskey. The room was spinning, maybe just a little bit, as Cass still adjusted to his new perspective. As he watched a flush of red carry its way from Vince’s cheeks to his neck to his chest, almost as though responding to his own wandering gaze. The sight felt unmentionably erotic, more than anything else he’d ever seen. A distant part of his mind registered, he has no shame.

The recognition of this goaded his impulses, because God knows Cass had promptly shut out any thoughts to the future by now (his personal approach to self-preservation). The young Gryffindor wanted to watch, to see this transformation again and again, to feel like his fingers against the other pushed buttons that led to immediate reaction (read; consequences). Like the way the button on Vince’s neck delivered an assault on his senses, in the form of fingers that lingered over his most sensitive areas. Cass could not repress the low growl that came out, he barely even knew it came from his lips.

Of course if Cassian was so bent on actions that would tempt fate, he should have known Vincent would respond in kind. He watched as the strawberry blonde’s expression transformed from pleasure to triumph to then something absolutely wicked, a dark look that turned his stomach into somersaults. Though he didn’t know what that devilish look promised next, he knew it gave him less than a thirty-second window to brace himself.

Whether it was the feeling of that impossible friction or Vincent’s hiss that caused it, Cass groaned openly now, looking every bit like a worried man lost at sea.  He could do nothing but dive into cold and choppy waters, meeting Vince’s challenge with an assault of lips on that pale neck he so conveniently made available for one to latch onto. He didn’t even register that his trouser’s button had become undone, for his body was already moving on its own rhythm, rocking needily back into the other.

“I want…” he breathed heavily into the other’s jawline as he kissed it, he kissed everything he could contact. His wasn’t thinking about what he was saying, it may as well have been the voice of a different person altogether. “...all of you…”

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