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.
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.
There was a flicker of something in his face that said bloody make me, but after a split second, he remembered that was the point, and the tension between his eyebrows relaxed.
He even wound up wearing a smile as he set about getting his pants the rest of the way off. There was no graceful way to do it from a kneeling position, and he would up rolling over and onto his back with a broad smirk. He could follow orders, but he didn't have to be serious about it.
He found his way to standing, naked in the open air, and stretched his spine, not paying any mind to the exposure. He sauntered the few steps to the chair and settled himself down where Matt had indicated, stretching an arm behind Matt's shoulders.
His free hand pointed down to where Matt was stroking himself. "You need a hand with that, there?"
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.
If Matt was worried about Cass taking this seriously, he probably wouldn't have liked the face Cass made when he felt Matt's cock pressing into him: an almost-pained, squeezed-up expression that came with a short, involuntary groan.
Just past the point where it turned painful, Matt backed off and started making it easier, though only enough that it was right on the other side of not hurting. Cassidy felt his head tipping back, breath deepening to help him ride out the feeling of being stretched.
"Christ," he exhaled with a grunt. He did what he could to help make his descent steady and slow, although it meant the muscles in his legs started to burn after a moment.
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.
"Yeah - nope - I didn't get a word of that, Matthew," Cassidy grunted. He lifted a hand and groped at the back of Matt's scalp, his fingers curling in the short hairs. He let his face drift toward Matt's, until he could feel the puffs of breath against his skin.
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"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.
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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.
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He even wound up wearing a smile as he set about getting his pants the rest of the way off. There was no graceful way to do it from a kneeling position, and he would up rolling over and onto his back with a broad smirk. He could follow orders, but he didn't have to be serious about it.
He found his way to standing, naked in the open air, and stretched his spine, not paying any mind to the exposure. He sauntered the few steps to the chair and settled himself down where Matt had indicated, stretching an arm behind Matt's shoulders.
His free hand pointed down to where Matt was stroking himself. "You need a hand with that, there?"
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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.
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Just past the point where it turned painful, Matt backed off and started making it easier, though only enough that it was right on the other side of not hurting. Cassidy felt his head tipping back, breath deepening to help him ride out the feeling of being stretched.
"Christ," he exhaled with a grunt. He did what he could to help make his descent steady and slow, although it meant the muscles in his legs started to burn after a moment.
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"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.
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"You talkin' dirty t'me in French? Eh?"