@thesinnednightmare || cont from here
Oh no he didn’t. It was obviously not a lie if Nero’s cheeks were as red as they were, and Vincent knew the youth had a habit of avoidance, so- his arms looped around Nero’s waist before the youth could get very far, his own reactions quicker than Nero’s and he pulled the young man against his chest.
With a vaguely amused look, more concerned and confused than anything, Vincent looked down at Nero. “You are the one lying, Nero. it is obviously not nothing.” His expression softened as he asked gently, “Tell me, please? I want to know if there is anything I can do to help.”
-╳- The reddening of his cheeks only elevated further under close and restrictive contact, obvious changes toward his heat already becoming noted within the youth’s mind as time wore onward. The most prominent, perhaps, was the growing ability to sense pheromones - he could literally smell the testosterone from Vincent; barely able to pick it up as of yet, but still there and enough to cause internal concern.
“There’s nothing... just leave me be...” A little snappy, perhaps, but hardly meant to be so. He was desperate for that shower and utterly dreading a repeat of the events he had experienced a few years prior. He’d resort to locking himself in a room, if he had to... if, and when, it got to that point of sheer desperation and yearning. He hoped not... The thought alone made his stomach churn; and damn, was it getting worse far more quickly than he could adjust.