And Cass wasn't even going to start complaining about that. He gasped and arched up again, slowly working Charles out of the last remaining bit of fabric between them, his eyes only opening to make a brief and vague gesture to the bedside table, wherein the lube and condoms could be found, if needed. He ran his hands back up Charles' thighs, up his ass, before one slid across the man's hip and slowly traced down the length of his erection. He finally gripped around it, stroking out slow, methodical patterns, his thumb brushing against the head lightly.