Damned near — “But not quite, yeah?” Cassidy asked with a knowing smirk. He had his own visions of young master DiVigny in his bloody chateau, passing out on the expensive furniture and getting into snappish fights with Mummy and Pa-pa.
Almost ready. He rotated the spoon handle toward Matt, prompting him to hold it for a bit while Cassidy tied the rubber cord around his bicep.
“Course, the more I built up a tolerance, the better I got at fightin’ under the influence. These days, I can take out five wankers on four lines of coke and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.” He tore the plastic packaging open with his teeth, then brought out the needle and positioned it over the pool of heroin.
The elder vampire grinned, light not quite reaching his eyes. "And risk my bad reputation? Never."
He'd laugh at Cassidy's visions if he knew them, if only because they were so vastly wrong. Yes, he had always lived in opulence, but what they had in wealth, they lacked in love and compassion, and it made for a harder life. A harder man.
The spoon was taken carefully and held still. "That's impressive. I meant to ask you how you got into something as nasty as tranquilizers the other night. I've seen and heard some extreme ends to getting properly fucked up, but that's new, even to me."
Cassidy frowned. He was never certain how much he was being judged every time Matt talked about tranqs like that.
"There is nothin' wrong with a bit of ketamine, Matthew," he said, his tone mildly scolding. "Christ, especially once you're comparin’ tranqs to some of the other street drugs. Krokodil — ever heard of that one? Fuckin' nasty shite. I'd rather drink engine coolant."
So... okay, maybe everybody had their line. He just happened to figure Matt's was wrong.
"Though of course, given the option —" Cassidy pressed on the plunger, squeezed out the bubbles. The syringe was prepped. "— heroin's a bloody treat."
He offered Matthew the syringe, then leaned in and held out his arm.
Matt smirked at the tone, eyebrows lifting faintly with the passing amusement. There was no judgement here, aside from a base concern about Cassidy's concern about his general well-being. Yes, he'd survived 119 years so far, but Matt wasn't sure how long it would take the man to burn himself out.
The idea of drinking engine coolant drew a face as he carefully set the hot spoon down and took the syringe instead.
"I'd regurgitate some 'Your body is a temple' bullshit, but I won't. Instead, I'll put out a friendly concern for the overall health and state of your veins. You keep tattoos, so that tells me you don't heal like I do." Taking Cassidy's arm into his free hand, Matt shifted, unfurling one leg to sit with knee drawn up as he places the needle. "So how much you do heal would be a question to ask, if you were interested."
If he wasn't trying to murder himself, however slowly.
"Tiny pinch," he muttered before sliding the needle under Cassidy's skin and into the vein, slowly depressing the plunger until the syringe was empty. The needle was withdrawn and set aside as his other hand slid up to untie the bit around Cass's bicep.
As Matthew started depressing the plunger, Cassidy remembered to turn on his pulse. The tattoo on the back of his hand fluttered its wings, and his heart started beating at its usual too-steady rhythm. But the pace didn’t matter — the point was, when Matt pulled off the tourniquet, the drug moved through Cassidy’s veins faster than the speed of molasses. His eyelids dropped, his lips pouted softly. He hadn’t had a rush like that in a long while.
“Mate, I haven’t the first clue how any of it really works.” When he’d found focus again, he looked for Matthew’s eyes. “I’ve lost limbs and had me skin burnt off, and the tattoos grow back. So how’s that for healin’?”
He could have said something about how he had noticed himself aging, very gradually. He knew he didn’t have the face of a 19-year old anymore.
He felt like mentioning that would bring the mood down further. He’d sit with it on his own time, maybe. Maybe he wouldn’t.
Cassidy leaned back until he was lying down over his jacket. “D’you think I could do all right, out here?”
Matthew watched with the same fascination as always when he got to see the drug have its way with a fresh vein. No, Cassidy wasn't a 19 year old face, but it was still a good one. Fitting for the man that wore it. Matt didn't question that, oddly.
"Impressive and confusing," he said, understanding that with that, the question itself became pointless. Cassidy's breed of vampire continued to intrigue.
At the follow-up, Matt glanced over his shoulder at the settling dusk.
"If you can adjust to the sounds of life amid the silence of man out here, yes. I find it peaceful, myself. Think of the drug operations you could have..
Does that mean that I might be getting a neighbor?"
"Neighbors. Airy went bloody gaga over the flier advertisin' houses. She wants us t'move in together really badly. I said sure, let's get a place."
It had taken some persuasion, some soothing of Cass's anxieties. Talking about it now, he found he'd relaxed into the idea, even if there were things he hadn't thought of yet -- like the quiet.
"I did take some convincin'. But that girl could get me to sell me own arms, if she had a mind for it."
The pluralization made Matthew flash a grin that settled afterwards, keeping his lips tilted in private approval. Airy had told him about some of it, but to hear it directly from Cassidy meant something. Aside from the trust that they were sharing, Matt took it to mean that Cassidy had finally settled on a decision.
"She's charming like that, isn't she," he replied, unable to mask his happiness. Shifting, Matt pushed to his feet only long enough to reposition himself next to Cassidy on the mattress, staying sitting up for now.
"I can't say I'm not glad. The space, the privacy is nice, but having neighbors would be novel. Especially if you two build next to me. Not right next to, mind you, but close enough. Within screaming distance if anything goes terribly wrong, or you two feel like company of your own.."
He liked the idea of them close. While he wasn't a part of their relationship, not seriously, he liked the inclusion that proximity brought, and that was vastly lacking out here. A blessing and a curse.
"I think she intends t'let ya have a standin' invitation to come over anytime. And I see no reason why you shouldn't have it. Our casa is su casa, once we've got it."
He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.
The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.
He could see it now; Airy bouncing over to demand he treat her door as though it were open all of the time. A pure bit of the naughtiest sunshine, she was. Maybe it was that that made her kind of perfect for Cassidy, but that was just his opinion.
Idle matchmaking he was pleased to see panning out.
The easy tilt of his lips spread at Cassidy's reach and he was pulled down with no effort, automatically parting his lips enough to invite and take a deeper kiss. It would only take a second before he was throwing a leg over Cassidy's hips and smoothly repositioning himself on top.
After a few long moments of indulgence, Matt tilted his head up enough to break the kiss and allow him to run a few haphazard kisses across the rough stubble of his jaw, making his way to Cass's neck. There was no need to ask permission anymore, no need to ensure that it wouldn't be used against him, no need to worry about the backlash of an affection.
His fangs slipped out and almost lovingly sunk into Cassidy's jugular vein. Matt growled in a deep, throaty appreciation for the itch that was being scratched.
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.
Matt was hungry, but he was hungry for a lot of things and Cassidy had said he was going to stay the night - why be greedy and ruin the possibility of a better end. His hips rolled in Cassidy's hands, teasing him as he withdrew his teeth, swiping the wound closed quickly so they didn't stain the mattress but he didn't expect it to be the last sample he took from the lanky man.
His lips found their way up to Cassidy's ear, breath hot over his lobe as Matt spoke. "You're not gonna get off that easy tonight, mon ami.." The sentiment was followed with a nip at his earlobe before Matt started kissing down his neck again.
Dry, but not disappointed or even surprised. Cassidy relaxed his spine and let his limbs bend and curl — one knee going upward to help Matthew settle solidly between his legs, arms draping across his back. He let his neck go loose when Matt’s lips were back on it, his throat bobbing involuntarily against the kiss.
"Better then denied gratification, isn't it?" With Cassidy's shifting, Matt shifted himself, settling between Cassidy's legs with a subtle roll of his hips. "Just because it's easy, doesn't make it the most fun. Highs are meant to be played with, no?"
“You’re tellin’ no lies there.” In the sense that something, eventually, was often better than nothing at all. “And I did say I got no other plans...”
So if Matt wanted to take his time here, Cass would let him — for now. The weight of him over Cassidy’s chest, the pressure of his hips between his legs, and the soft touch of his lips all felt delicious enough to linger in for a while. Cassidy sighed with a sleepy sort of murder, and gave a lazy draw of his fingers through the back of Matt’s hair.
"All the better reason to keep you." He'd been talking about denied orgasm, but it was all well and good - he wasn't getting shoved off and he liked the still fresh and new sensation of Cass's stubble against his lips.
"Do you bruise, I wonder," he mused, nipping with flat teeth at a bit of skin. "I hate being unable to leave marks on people." Especially people he low-key claimed, like an errant cat that's decided on who his 'People' are.
"Oh, I bruise," Cassidy mumbled, still loose and languid under Matthew, savoring the heaviness of the drug, the warmth of their mutual arousal, and the thrum of his own heart beating. "It takes a bit of work, though..."
Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.
"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."
Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.
"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."
"Mm?" was the response to the initial answer, teeth nipping amid the kisses that were trailing down Cass's collarbone, two fingers tugging the collar wide to accommodate his roaming lips.
"You like getting beat?" Matt had to confirm and pulled up to look over Cass's face. The admission surprised him really, but only the words themselves - the longer he thought about it, the more it subtly fit the lean man beneath him.
The edges of Matt's lips curled. It was something he'd always thought about but finding someone who wanted it was rare indeed. The amount he'd spent in the past for hookers he abused, both in payment to get in and trouble afterwards was massive. The idea that he could do it here.. hadn't actually occurred.
“Only sometimes.” Cassidy pouted, not quite certain what that smirk meant. He shifted his body while his hands settled momentarily at the small of Matt’s back, enjoying the subtleties of weight and friction enhanced by the high.
“Usually, when it’s by a beautiful woman.” His pout melted into a goofy smile. He was reminiscing now. “And when it ends up turnin’ into sex.”
The goofy smile made Matt grin. "Well, I can't be everyone's type. Of course, I also haven't seen how breathtaking I'm sure I am as a woman, but that's something else completely."
He lifted his chin at the man. "Take your shirt off, or I'll take it off for you."
Cassidy hummed at the command as if weighing his options, before sneaking his fingers into the back of the collar and dragging it off over his head, letting it fall at his side.
"I've been beat the snot out of by so many men who definitely didn't wanna shag me. I think the association may be a bit ingrained, at this point."
Although who knew? There was always time in which to surprise himself.
"I've still no idea how that happens. The man-to-woman overnight thing." He hadn't so much as thought about that episode in a long while. And though he wasn't eager to have it happen again, he found himself wondering if he'd been a bit too uptight about the situation.
"Should I have taken a shot atcha back then, do ya think?"
Still bearing his teeth merrily at the now discarded shirt, Matthew let his weight fall back down onto his forearms, his own thin undershirt scratching between them, a useless barrier that still let Cass's heat soak through.
"Doesn't quiet fit what I know about your tastes around men either." Thus his surprise. "But I don't blame the association." Terrible things came about from the hands of violent and greedy men, men like Matthew very often times. He couldn't, didn't, wouldn't ignore the social effects of that.
"And yes, I think you'd've had quite enjoyed the experience. Shame you weren't interested," he continued, soft curious gaze flitting over the interesting crevices and angles of Cass's face. "But I assume that it's the flowers. Alexander recently got changed after a tromp in the wilds. Isn't everything here?"
Bending down, Matt started kissing Cassidy's collarbone, picking up where he left off and treating the canvas with a scrape of his fangs before continuing with a huskier tone. "Is it also not the place to experience things otherwise impossible?"
When Matt leaned back over him, Cassidy rested his arms above his head, his fingers curling against Matt's wrists. He watched Matt watching him, similarly admiring the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw, and Cassidy wasn't smiling, but his expression was serene. Open and relaxed.
He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.
"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."
Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.
"The more I see others suffer at it's hands, the less of a shock it will be if it comes," he replied with a huff of passing laughter as his lips drifted over Cassidy's chest, making their way towards his nipple and enjoying the feel of the soft hair against him. Why yes, Matt did leave those two faint scratches where they were and unhealed; it wasn't like there was a time limit on that magic and he quite liked the faint bloom of color that it left in its wake.
A spot, however temporary, to prove to even himself in the soft haze of high that he was there.
"But I expect to find at least a few souls that are willing to play," he finished, looking up at Cassidy as flat teeth gently bit at his nipple. If they were going to engage in slow play, by the stars, he'd play.
Cassidy left one arm relaxed over his head, while his other hand lowered to draw his fingers up and down the back of Matt's skull, nails gently scraping the scalp. His body kept on speaking for itself, his nipple stiffening between Matt's teeth. Cassidy took and let out a deliberate deep breath as the tension — it could barely be called pain — swirled and mingled with the high.
"I'm tryin' to imagine ya as a woman now," he mused aloud as the thought occurred. "...can't get past the stubble."
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Almost ready. He rotated the spoon handle toward Matt, prompting him to hold it for a bit while Cassidy tied the rubber cord around his bicep.
“Course, the more I built up a tolerance, the better I got at fightin’ under the influence. These days, I can take out five wankers on four lines of coke and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.” He tore the plastic packaging open with his teeth, then brought out the needle and positioned it over the pool of heroin.
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He'd laugh at Cassidy's visions if he knew them, if only because they were so vastly wrong. Yes, he had always lived in opulence, but what they had in wealth, they lacked in love and compassion, and it made for a harder life. A harder man.
The spoon was taken carefully and held still. "That's impressive. I meant to ask you how you got into something as nasty as tranquilizers the other night. I've seen and heard some extreme ends to getting properly fucked up, but that's new, even to me."
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"There is nothin' wrong with a bit of ketamine, Matthew," he said, his tone mildly scolding. "Christ, especially once you're comparin’ tranqs to some of the other street drugs. Krokodil — ever heard of that one? Fuckin' nasty shite. I'd rather drink engine coolant."
So... okay, maybe everybody had their line. He just happened to figure Matt's was wrong.
"Though of course, given the option —" Cassidy pressed on the plunger, squeezed out the bubbles. The syringe was prepped. "— heroin's a bloody treat."
He offered Matthew the syringe, then leaned in and held out his arm.
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The idea of drinking engine coolant drew a face as he carefully set the hot spoon down and took the syringe instead.
"I'd regurgitate some 'Your body is a temple' bullshit, but I won't. Instead, I'll put out a friendly concern for the overall health and state of your veins. You keep tattoos, so that tells me you don't heal like I do." Taking Cassidy's arm into his free hand, Matt shifted, unfurling one leg to sit with knee drawn up as he places the needle. "So how much you do heal would be a question to ask, if you were interested."
If he wasn't trying to murder himself, however slowly.
"Tiny pinch," he muttered before sliding the needle under Cassidy's skin and into the vein, slowly depressing the plunger until the syringe was empty. The needle was withdrawn and set aside as his other hand slid up to untie the bit around Cass's bicep.
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“Mate, I haven’t the first clue how any of it really works.” When he’d found focus again, he looked for Matthew’s eyes. “I’ve lost limbs and had me skin burnt off, and the tattoos grow back. So how’s that for healin’?”
He could have said something about how he had noticed himself aging, very gradually. He knew he didn’t have the face of a 19-year old anymore.
He felt like mentioning that would bring the mood down further. He’d sit with it on his own time, maybe. Maybe he wouldn’t.
Cassidy leaned back until he was lying down over his jacket. “D’you think I could do all right, out here?”
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"Impressive and confusing," he said, understanding that with that, the question itself became pointless. Cassidy's breed of vampire continued to intrigue.
At the follow-up, Matt glanced over his shoulder at the settling dusk.
"If you can adjust to the sounds of life amid the silence of man out here, yes. I find it peaceful, myself. Think of the drug operations you could have..
Does that mean that I might be getting a neighbor?"
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It had taken some persuasion, some soothing of Cass's anxieties. Talking about it now, he found he'd relaxed into the idea, even if there were things he hadn't thought of yet -- like the quiet.
"I did take some convincin'. But that girl could get me to sell me own arms, if she had a mind for it."
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"She's charming like that, isn't she," he replied, unable to mask his happiness. Shifting, Matt pushed to his feet only long enough to reposition himself next to Cassidy on the mattress, staying sitting up for now.
"I can't say I'm not glad. The space, the privacy is nice, but having neighbors would be novel. Especially if you two build next to me. Not right next to, mind you, but close enough. Within screaming distance if anything goes terribly wrong, or you two feel like company of your own.."
He liked the idea of them close. While he wasn't a part of their relationship, not seriously, he liked the inclusion that proximity brought, and that was vastly lacking out here. A blessing and a curse.
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He turned his head to look up at Matt -- admire him, really, looking like he'd come out of another time with his suspenders and his undershirt.
The heroin was making his limbs heavy. Cassidy felt it when his arm lifted to reach for Matthew's face, hoping to draw him into a kiss.
"Come down here..."
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Idle matchmaking he was pleased to see panning out.
The easy tilt of his lips spread at Cassidy's reach and he was pulled down with no effort, automatically parting his lips enough to invite and take a deeper kiss. It would only take a second before he was throwing a leg over Cassidy's hips and smoothly repositioning himself on top.
After a few long moments of indulgence, Matt tilted his head up enough to break the kiss and allow him to run a few haphazard kisses across the rough stubble of his jaw, making his way to Cass's neck. There was no need to ask permission anymore, no need to ensure that it wouldn't be used against him, no need to worry about the backlash of an affection.
His fangs slipped out and almost lovingly sunk into Cassidy's jugular vein. Matt growled in a deep, throaty appreciation for the itch that was being scratched.
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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.
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His lips found their way up to Cassidy's ear, breath hot over his lobe as Matt spoke. "You're not gonna get off that easy tonight, mon ami.." The sentiment was followed with a nip at his earlobe before Matt started kissing down his neck again.
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Dry, but not disappointed or even surprised. Cassidy relaxed his spine and let his limbs bend and curl — one knee going upward to help Matthew settle solidly between his legs, arms draping across his back. He let his neck go loose when Matt’s lips were back on it, his throat bobbing involuntarily against the kiss.
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So if Matt wanted to take his time here, Cass would let him — for now. The weight of him over Cassidy’s chest, the pressure of his hips between his legs, and the soft touch of his lips all felt delicious enough to linger in for a while. Cassidy sighed with a sleepy sort of murder, and gave a lazy draw of his fingers through the back of Matt’s hair.
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"Do you bruise, I wonder," he mused, nipping with flat teeth at a bit of skin. "I hate being unable to leave marks on people." Especially people he low-key claimed, like an errant cat that's decided on who his 'People' are.
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Maybe not so much while his pulse was turned on. He thought that might make sense, biologically, but they'd already established that standard human biology wasn't part of the rulebook anymore.
"I prefer hands to teeth, if I'm gettin' a say in how the marks get left." He slid his hands back down from Matt's hair and down the sides of his spine. "Or some sort of... sommat ya hit people with."
Weapon seemed like an odd word to use in this context.
"Airy's taken a whip to me back before. That left a few welts."
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"You like getting beat?" Matt had to confirm and pulled up to look over Cass's face. The admission surprised him really, but only the words themselves - the longer he thought about it, the more it subtly fit the lean man beneath him.
The edges of Matt's lips curled. It was something he'd always thought about but finding someone who wanted it was rare indeed. The amount he'd spent in the past for hookers he abused, both in payment to get in and trouble afterwards was massive. The idea that he could do it here.. hadn't actually occurred.
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“Usually, when it’s by a beautiful woman.” His pout melted into a goofy smile. He was reminiscing now. “And when it ends up turnin’ into sex.”
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He lifted his chin at the man. "Take your shirt off, or I'll take it off for you."
What can he say, he was feeling greedy.
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"I've been beat the snot out of by so many men who definitely didn't wanna shag me. I think the association may be a bit ingrained, at this point."
Although who knew? There was always time in which to surprise himself.
"I've still no idea how that happens. The man-to-woman overnight thing." He hadn't so much as thought about that episode in a long while. And though he wasn't eager to have it happen again, he found himself wondering if he'd been a bit too uptight about the situation.
"Should I have taken a shot atcha back then, do ya think?"
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"Doesn't quiet fit what I know about your tastes around men either." Thus his surprise. "But I don't blame the association." Terrible things came about from the hands of violent and greedy men, men like Matthew very often times. He couldn't, didn't, wouldn't ignore the social effects of that.
"And yes, I think you'd've had quite enjoyed the experience. Shame you weren't interested," he continued, soft curious gaze flitting over the interesting crevices and angles of Cass's face. "But I assume that it's the flowers. Alexander recently got changed after a tromp in the wilds. Isn't everything here?"
Bending down, Matt started kissing Cassidy's collarbone, picking up where he left off and treating the canvas with a scrape of his fangs before continuing with a huskier tone. "Is it also not the place to experience things otherwise impossible?"
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He let off a little pouting sound at the brush of Matt's fangs. His cock, which had been threatening to stop paying attention, swelled a bit harder.
"The day you wake up and find your cock and balls are missin'," he drawled through a smirk, "we'll see how much you're interested in then."
Matt wasn't wrong, though. Impossible was the name of the game here, every day.
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A spot, however temporary, to prove to even himself in the soft haze of high that he was there.
"But I expect to find at least a few souls that are willing to play," he finished, looking up at Cassidy as flat teeth gently bit at his nipple. If they were going to engage in slow play, by the stars, he'd play.
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Cassidy left one arm relaxed over his head, while his other hand lowered to draw his fingers up and down the back of Matt's skull, nails gently scraping the scalp. His body kept on speaking for itself, his nipple stiffening between Matt's teeth. Cassidy took and let out a deliberate deep breath as the tension — it could barely be called pain — swirled and mingled with the high.
"I'm tryin' to imagine ya as a woman now," he mused aloud as the thought occurred. "...can't get past the stubble."
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