It felt like he often found himself smiling in the middle of kissing Matt. Like there was something automatically mischievous about it. This time was no different, though Cass's lips softened again while his fingers threaded through Matt's hair from the back, pulling the kiss deeper. For a moment.

"Guess not." If they were on the road to arse-fucking, definitely not. Cassidy wriggled his hips, and used one hand to help Matt out, pushing his jeans and underwear down past his hips.