the truth is, for once, Vincent hadn't given much of any thought to his own desires. the urge to act on those instincts had evaporated the moment his companion had explained the contents of his phone call; since then, whether he'd admit it or not, everything has revolved around Kit.
watching him bottle and self-aggrandize again in such a state is what had pushed him to confrontation, not any lingering sexual impulses. he'd been unable to stand watching the other boy suffer and refuse to reach out for anything that might give him a modicum of comfort. it was like trying to put out someone on fire and receiving a punch in the face for your troubles.
he'd wanted them to lay themselves completely bare, yes. but...not like this. this isn't the path that a grip so tender should have led them to.
it was of no importance now. Kit had done what he'd demanded of him and chosen one side or the other. it was Vincent's own fault that he hadn't realized he'd be unhappy with one of the options.
this bitter train of thought is destined for an even more ill-fated ending - as soon as the other teen's lips touch him Vincent's world disappears in a crash of white hot fire, enveloping his gaze completely. his hips buck violently as he nearly pulls the hair in his grip out by the roots, completely unprepared for this sensation.]
they're gonna try banging again but it's as sad as that broken heart
the truth is, for once, Vincent hadn't given much of any thought to his own desires. the urge to act on those instincts had evaporated the moment his companion had explained the contents of his phone call; since then, whether he'd admit it or not, everything has revolved around Kit.
watching him bottle and self-aggrandize again in such a state is what had pushed him to confrontation, not any lingering sexual impulses. he'd been unable to stand watching the other boy suffer and refuse to reach out for anything that might give him a modicum of comfort. it was like trying to put out someone on fire and receiving a punch in the face for your troubles.
he'd wanted them to lay themselves completely bare, yes. but...not like this. this isn't the path that a grip so tender should have led them to.
it was of no importance now. Kit had done what he'd demanded of him and chosen one side or the other. it was Vincent's own fault that he hadn't realized he'd be unhappy with one of the options.
this bitter train of thought is destined for an even more ill-fated ending - as soon as the other teen's lips touch him Vincent's world disappears in a crash of white hot fire, enveloping his gaze completely. his hips buck violently as he nearly pulls the hair in his grip out by the roots, completely unprepared for this sensation.]