And yet, he did. The expression was validating somehow, an acknowledgement of what they were doing, no smarmy talk or egos to muddle the waters. His lips curled as Cass's head went back, hips still moving slowly, working inch by inch in and one hand went under Cass's leg to help him hold his weight.

"Not my name, but you're welcome to use it," Matt half growled, half-groaned, thrusting up again. "You need to be fucked more often, my friend, your ass is a tight as a virgins," he slipped out, happy to take refuge in not being understood.