This was much better than getting maudlin about the past. Cassidy put a little bit of his own teeth into the kiss before Matthew started moving down. His fingers bent and raked their way down Matt's chest, over the lines of his suspenders. By the time the fangs hit, his hands were in place to cup around Matt's ass and press their hips together in a slow grind.

He answered the growl with a choked-off groan — kind of a challenge making any sort of noise when there were teeth at your throat — and continued to make soft, short murmuring sounds as the ripples of euphoria from Matt's bite started to pulse through his hardened prick. If Matt was feeling hungry, it'd be easy to make Cassidy come right here.