"Oh you're going to be doing more than that," he promised darkly, useless breath caught in anticipation as he kept his hands draped over the leather arms and away from a touch he knew he'd cave quickly to.

Somewhere along the way, gender had stopped mattering - blowjobs were blowjobs and everyone's skill was told with the twist of their tongue and the fullness of their lips, and he'd found no one that didn't look good on their knees.

Well, not yet, anyway.

Matt half groaned, half growled his approval at the hot slick warmth as Cassidy started taking him in, hands gripping the leather softly as his hips lifted slightly, pushing his cock out in encouragement. Within two strokes, Matt's hand couldn't stay on it's perch and moved to fist itself lightly in Cassidy's hair.

"I'm going to have you spread over this armchair, balanced and growling at how deeply I bury myself." Oh yes, he had ideas.