Warning: Sexual content,slightly feminine Vincent
Y’all need something nice cuz the next few ones after this one are kinda bad.
The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the streetlamps filtering through half-drawn blinds. Rody had never been one for much in the way of ambiance, but there was something about this setting—this rare, quiet moment with Vincent—that made the whole night feel electric.
Rody leaned back on his elbows, propped up on the bed, his shirt discarded on the floor and his chest exposed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The man sitting between his legs, Vincent Charbonneau, looked almost too composed for what was about to happen—hair still perfectly styled, cheeks flushed a faint pink, though whether from embarrassment or anticipation, Rody couldn’t quite tell.
But it was those glasses—those damn glasses—perched perfectly on the bridge of Vincent’s nose that Rody couldn’t stop thinking about. There was something deliciously erotic about the way they framed his sharp features, how they caught the low light when Vincent shifted his head just right, and especially how they were starting to fog up as Vincent’s breathing grew heavier.
Rody’s hand found its way to Vincent’s face, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of his jawline, tilting his chin up just a little so their eyes could meet. Vincent’s dark eyes were hazy behind the fogging lenses, pupils blown wide, his lips parted slightly as he exhaled. Rody grinned, his thumb brushing over Vincent’s bottom lip, enjoying the way it quivered under his touch.
“You always look so good like this,” Rody muttered, his voice low and rough, fingers tracing down from Vincent’s lips to the collar of his shirt. “With those glasses on… can’t get enough of it.”
Vincent’s breath hitched, and his gaze darted away for a moment, clearly flustered by the compliment. But Rody knew better. Vincent was never one to back down from a challenge, not even in a moment like this.
“Is that what you like?” Vincent’s voice was soft, but there was a sharpness to it, an edge of self-assurance creeping back in. “Me in glasses?”
Rody chuckled softly, his fingers slipping under the collar of Vincent’s shirt, slowly working the buttons loose one by one. “Among other things.”
He watched with a hungry gaze as more of Vincent’s pale skin was revealed, the shirt sliding off his shoulders and landing somewhere near the bed. Vincent’s body was leaner than Rody’s, softer in some ways, but Rody loved every inch of it—the dips, the curves, the way Vincent’s chest rose and fell with every labored breath.
Vincent’s face was turning a deeper shade of red, and Rody couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at being the cause of it. He loved seeing Vincent like this—flushed, glasses barely hanging on, so utterly disheveled compared to his usual composed, sharp self. It made something inside him snap.
In one fluid motion, Rody reached forward, pulling Vincent closer until their bodies were flush together, skin against skin. Vincent gasped softly at the sudden contact, his hands instinctively reaching for Rody’s shoulders, gripping tightly as their lips met in a heated kiss.
Rody groaned into the kiss, loving the way Vincent melted into him, pliant and eager. He could feel the slight tremble in Vincent’s hands as they moved, fingers digging into Rody’s arms, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
“You love it too, don’t you?” Rody murmured against Vincent’s lips, his voice rough and teasing. “Love being under me, all flushed and needy.”
Vincent’s only response was a shaky exhale, his hips shifting ever so slightly against Rody’s. The friction between them sent a jolt of heat through Rody’s body, and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as he pressed harder, grinding against Vincent, drawing another gasp from him.
Rody pulled back for just a moment, his gaze locked on Vincent’s face, watching the way his chest heaved with every breath, how his glasses were practically fogged up completely now. The sight was intoxicating. Vincent looked wrecked, but in the most beautiful way—his dark hair a little tousled, lips swollen from their kiss, eyes half-lidded behind those glasses, barely able to keep focus.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Rody muttered, voice thick with desire as his hand moved to Vincent’s waist, pulling him down onto the bed, pinning him beneath him.
Vincent let out a soft moan as his back hit the mattress, his hands immediately reaching up to push his glasses higher on his nose, though it was a futile effort. They slid back down slightly with every panting breath he took, but that only made Rody more determined.
Rody hovered over him for a moment, just taking in the sight of Vincent—his long, pale limbs spread out beneath him, his chest flushed and rising with every shallow breath. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the crook of Vincent’s neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there, enjoying the way Vincent’s entire body shivered in response.
Vincent’s hips bucked slightly beneath him, a quiet whimper escaping his lips, and Rody grinned against his skin, feeling his own arousal spike even higher. He trailed kisses down Vincent’s neck, his chest, all the way down to his stomach, his hands sliding lower, undoing the last of Vincent’s clothes and casting them aside.
Vincent was completely bare beneath him now, the soft glow from the streetlights highlighting every inch of his flushed skin. Rody’s mouth was on him again, lips teasing, hands roaming, until Vincent was squirming beneath him, his glasses fogging up so much he had to push them higher again, though his fingers fumbled with the effort.
“Leave them,” Rody murmured, pulling Vincent’s hands away from his face, pinning them to the bed. “I like them like that.”
Vincent let out a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper. “Rody…â€
Rody silenced him with another kiss, rougher this time, deeper, as his hands moved lower, fingers brushing over Vincent’s thighs before finally finding what they both wanted. He heard Vincent moan softly into his mouth, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more.
Rody was more than happy to oblige. He worked Vincent over slowly, deliberately, watching the way his head fell back against the pillow, glasses sliding down again, his lips parted in soft, breathy moans. Rody’s own breathing was growing more ragged, his pulse pounding in his ears, but he wanted to savor this—savor Vincent like this, so completely undone beneath him.
“Fuck, Vince,” Rody muttered, his voice rough as he pressed his forehead against Vincent’s, their lips barely an inch apart. “You’re so perfect like this…”
Vincent’s only response was a soft moan, his hips moving in rhythm with Rody’s hand, his glasses slipping even further down his nose. Rody loved it—loved the way Vincent’s body responded to him, loved the little noises he made, loved the way his glasses were completely fogged up, rendering him almost blind to everything but Rody.
Rody couldn’t take it anymore. With one last heated kiss, he shifted, positioning himself above Vincent, his hands gripping his hips tightly as he lined himself up.
The moment he pressed into Vincent, he heard the sharp gasp that left his lover’s lips, felt the way Vincent’s entire body tensed for a moment before relaxing into it, his legs wrapping around Rody’s waist, pulling him deeper.
Rody let out a low groan, his forehead pressing against Vincent’s as he moved, slow and steady at first, relishing every sensation, every moan, every tremble of Vincent’s body beneath him. He could feel Vincent’s hands gripping his arms tightly, nails digging in slightly as their movements became more frantic, more desperate.
“Rody…†Vincent gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, his glasses fogging up so much now they were almost completely useless, but Rody didn’t care. He loved it—loved the way Vincent looked so utterly wrecked beneath him, so completely at his mercy.
It didn’t take long before the tension in both of them snapped, the heat between their bodies reaching its peak. Rody heard Vincent cry out, his body arching off the bed, his glasses falling off completely as he came undone beneath him.
The sight of it—the sound of it—was enough to push Rody over the edge as well, his grip tightening on Vincent’s hips as he followed, his entire body trembling with the intensity of it.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies still pressed together, sweat slicking their skin. Eventually, Rody collapsed beside Vincent, pulling him close, his arms wrapping around his waist, holding him tightly.
Vincent’s glasses were still on the bed beside them, fogged up and slightly crooked, but Rody just chuckled, pressing a kiss to Vincent’s temple.
“You really do look good with those on,†Rody murmured softly, his voice full of affection now.
Vincent let out a soft, tired laugh, nuzzling closer to him. “Maybe I’ll keep them on more often then.”
Rody smirked, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
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