[the shove once they reach their destination is met with a dry stare, but Vincent refrains from commenting on it in favor of taking in as much of the room as he could in the dim light. it was silly, but he almost felt as if the plants were staring back at him.
as he seats himself onto the bed, a comment rises up in his throat only to find itself pressed straight out of his lungs as his back suddenly hits the mattress. there's no sound of surprise, but his eyes fly open wide in shock.
what was it that he'd expected if not this? ...the truth was a different sort of bed-sharing. for all of his hardened bravado, there were many things Vincent was still outrageously naive about - especially when he'd allowed himself to feel an emotion that wasn't anger.
he could stop this if he really wanted to. but as practiced hands float across his thighs and work open his pants once more, there's no such attempt. he'd pushed him, and this was what Kit wanted. with how worked up their last attempt had gotten him there was no reason to refuse.
even so, he can't help but feel disappointed in his companion's choice.
the thought is pushed away as he tempts fate (and Kit's resolve to keep him prone on the bed) by attempting to rise slightly and latch onto the other boy's hair. retaliation or reins? he himself wasn't entirely certain yet.]
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as he seats himself onto the bed, a comment rises up in his throat only to find itself pressed straight out of his lungs as his back suddenly hits the mattress. there's no sound of surprise, but his eyes fly open wide in shock.
what was it that he'd expected if not this? ...the truth was a different sort of bed-sharing. for all of his hardened bravado, there were many things Vincent was still outrageously naive about - especially when he'd allowed himself to feel an emotion that wasn't anger.
he could stop this if he really wanted to. but as practiced hands float across his thighs and work open his pants once more, there's no such attempt. he'd pushed him, and this was what Kit wanted. with how worked up their last attempt had gotten him there was no reason to refuse.
even so, he can't help but feel disappointed in his companion's choice.
the thought is pushed away as he tempts fate (and Kit's resolve to keep him prone on the bed) by attempting to rise slightly and latch onto the other boy's hair. retaliation or reins? he himself wasn't entirely certain yet.]