When Matt leaned back over him, Cassidy rested his arms above his head, his fingers curling against Matt's wrists. He watched Matt watching him, similarly admiring the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw, and Cassidy wasn't smiling, but his expression was serene. Open and relaxed.

He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.

"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."

Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.