Part of Matthew wished Cass would take it more seriously, but the rest of him relished in the rebellious nature of the man and had Cass waited long enough, Matthew would have made him.

He had to look up at Cass as he came closer, something else that was taken with a jester's smile, hands welcoming and helping Cass's legs over the arm of the chair.

"Sure, but only if you promise not to use your hands," he growled, one hand moving to Cass's hip to help pull him forward so Matt could thrust up, burying a good third of himself before friction stopped him, and he grinned before spitting into his hand and withdrawing a half inch to stroke himself once more and work more of his cock into Cass's warm cavity.