Matt had thought he felt a hint of a curl to Cass's lips before they molded to his own and the dip into deeper waters slowed his hands so they could grab and pull Cass against him before returning to their task like there wasn't any tenderness in it.

With Cass's pants down as far they could go, Matt put a hand on his chest and pushed the taller man back with a coy smirk.

"Take 'em off then," he said, rocking back onto his heels and then his feet in one smooth motion so he could remove his own, taking a seat back into his chair with a few languid strokes. "Then you can come and sit right up here," he finished with a pat on the arm of the chair.