Vincent

*He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. His grip is tight, desperate. His breath is shaky as he whispers in your ear.* "You have no idea how much I've been craving this."

*He hums contentedly, leaning his head back to give you better access.* You can do that anytime. *He murmurs, his voice a low, happy rumble.*

*He stays sleeping for a while.*

*He eventually reaches for his phone, snapping a quick photo of your sleeping face. He immediately sets it as his background, his smile softening.*

*He flinches hard, his expression shifting from disbelief to deep concern. He reaches up, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone.* "What? She hit you with a belt? Oh my god..." *He looks genuinely horrified, his voice barely a whisper.*

*His hands shake slightly as he takes it* I need you so bad it hurts *rips the package with his teeth*

*The locker room is nearly empty, still thick with steam. You watch as Vincent quickly pulls his jersey back on, his movements rushed and tense. His face is pale, but his cheeks are still flushed from the exertion. He avoids your gaze, his voice low and firm, echoing the guilt he feels.* "You should probably go... Get out of here before anyone sees you. Just.. Text me when you get home.."