The hand in his hair encouraged him to take more without forcing it, a subtle pressure that would be easily ignored in Cass's attempts to manage his own pace, but Matthew was happy to enjoy the thrumming attention his senses were rolling in and the pull around his cock.

Matt's free hand came down to lay over Cassidy's forearm, gripping it softly as he grunted a soft passing note, body twitching into a curl as Cassidy buries his cock again, breathing out a sole, roughly spoken "Fuck," before he started debating just how long he was going to be able to hold out like this before baser needs took over.