[there was no amount of affection that could ever cloud Vincent's sight when it came to the other boy. Kit was a pompous, self-important asshole who inserted himself where he was neither wanted nor needed; their personalities had clashed far too violently for him to ever forget that because of a few petty impulses.
it was those same clashes which had sparked this flame, after all.
his own hand moves to tangle itself up in Kit's fiery hair, keeping him softly in place as their tongues meet with no small measure of trepidation. he can't help but massage the other boy's scalp for a moment or two, instinctively checking for the lockpicks he knows are hidden away somewhere in those tresses. it was such an absurd storage location, and one he couldn't help but look on with fondness now.]
fiber's important ok
it was those same clashes which had sparked this flame, after all.
his own hand moves to tangle itself up in Kit's fiery hair, keeping him softly in place as their tongues meet with no small measure of trepidation. he can't help but massage the other boy's scalp for a moment or two, instinctively checking for the lockpicks he knows are hidden away somewhere in those tresses. it was such an absurd storage location, and one he couldn't help but look on with fondness now.]