Soren knew what touching Cass' hands meant. It meant being with him, being with all of him - the fucked up flaws, the highs, the lows. And Soren loved that. Soren had always loved that, and probably always wanted it. He also suspected that Cass liked having his hands touched simply because they'd been hidden so long. Idly, he wondered if Cass knew that the older man's hands were as much a turn-on for him. They were simply beautiful for one thing - long, graceful, pale fingers, rarely seen.
Soren planted a kiss to the palm before moving to the wrist and letting his tongue run gently over the pulse there. Before Cass could react, Soren gently brought Cass' index finger to rest between his lips. "Don't look away," Soren murmured before gently sucking the tip into his mouth. It was hard for him to obey his own demands, and he felt his hips move slightly forward.