The touch of Claude's fingers draws out his smile for just a bit longer as he turns his head obediently to allow the light kiss, just a brief touch of his lips against his cheek. It's enough to send hot chills running down his spine, though, the coldness of the night forced into the background. Watching as Claude steps away and takes his beautiful lips with him into the shadows, he realises that he's known all along, ever since he decided to buy the other man flowers back then and perhaps even earlier, too. He's known the way, yes, in many more ways beyond the relative innocence of Claude's words.
Following along, he tries not to wince at the tightness of his trousers. Scaling stairs is, apparently, not the thing to do when you've just been busy getting... passionate. He's had embarrassing situations before, naturally, as he's been assured goes for every man with at least a glimmer of virility. But as opposed to those situations when he feels mostly ridiculous about his lack of self-restraint, right now there's... a sense of urgency, too. An expectation, though he's got no idea whether Claude wants to... to...
Taking two steps at a time and trying not to bump into Claude on the way, he scowls at himself and his own stupidity. The man's just been... been showing him quite obviously what he wants to do. He's hardly inviting him up for a game of cards, now is he? Not that Vincent would know, right, seeing as the most exciting thing he gets up to on a daily basis is discovering and rectifying sets of numbers that don't match up. Christ. He swallows, running a hand through his hair, fingers close to gripping the strands on their way.
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Following along, he tries not to wince at the tightness of his trousers. Scaling stairs is, apparently, not the thing to do when you've just been busy getting... passionate. He's had embarrassing situations before, naturally, as he's been assured goes for every man with at least a glimmer of virility. But as opposed to those situations when he feels mostly ridiculous about his lack of self-restraint, right now there's... a sense of urgency, too. An expectation, though he's got no idea whether Claude wants to... to...
Taking two steps at a time and trying not to bump into Claude on the way, he scowls at himself and his own stupidity. The man's just been... been showing him quite obviously what he wants to do. He's hardly inviting him up for a game of cards, now is he? Not that Vincent would know, right, seeing as the most exciting thing he gets up to on a daily basis is discovering and rectifying sets of numbers that don't match up. Christ. He swallows, running a hand through his hair, fingers close to gripping the strands on their way.