Pascal giggled, that cleansing charm tickled. He wasn't offended, he'd have done the same thing in Byron's position. This was sort of new. Maybe Byron was a bottom? He was used to doing all this stuff before sex. Not that he didn't appreciate, his moans were certainly a testament to that. Just different.
"Mmm, B," he hummed, running his fingers through Byron's hair. That was a fair comprimise in the name department, in Pascal's opinion. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched the other man's mouth. Hot.