He was a little worried by the giggle, but then Pascal was moaning and Byron didn't worry about what he was doing. He quirked a brow slightly at the shortening of his name. No one had done that before, but it was fast forgotten. Byron continued to work his mouth over him, taking him deeper with each movement. He ran his hands up the other man's thighs, fingers playing between his legs. The sounds he made served to turn Byron on more and he shifted against the bed trying to get a bit of friction to relieve the ache of his own erection.