He couldn't help but watch Cass as he walked away. He knew exactly what he was going for, and tried hard not to wiggle or pant or moan or do anything that would betray just how turned on he was.
The prepping process was blissful torment; it felt amazing, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Cass. He probably wasn't fully ready, but Soren was never one to kick a little pain out of bed. "Cass, please," Soren whimpered, thrashing a little. "Need - " He looked up for a moment, lips parted, eyes a little teary from when Cass had bucked deep into his throat. Soren might have been embarrassed with anyone else, but with Cassidy, not at all. He could be as debauched and wanton as he wanted.