Vince groans, low and pained. Edges of the dream curl in the periphery of his mind, indistinct and potent as smoke. He breathes harshly into sudden alertness, too many sensations proving stronger than the ability to recall, but—
His eyelids flicker and he sees glimpses painted behind them: full lips shuddering through an exhale, dark lashes pressed to glass-cut cheekbones in release. Thin wrists glistening with the barest hint of sweat. Careful teeth tracing the fluttering pulse there. Lips sucking a bruise to sweet, dark skin like a claim.
The exhale Vince pushes through his nose shudders out. He reaches a hand down slowly, ghosting over the hair below his navel. He gets himself off in a few sharp tugs, bottom lip between his teeth and the ghost of someone else's moans echoing in his ea
