Cassidy's breath was taken away by the kiss, and he strained against the wrist cuffs again as he kissed back, rocking his hips as best he could to each thrust, and he groaned at the hairpulling. He wanted so badly to hold Soren, to feel his sweat-damp skin and touch him all over, and yet, this was just as good. Better, possibly. Because it made him acutely aware that he wanted to, instead of just doing it. Once free from the kiss, he moaned the blonde's name in a loud, pleading way, wanting to feel his friend get off.
His love. Not just his friend. His skin chilled at the thought and he smiled, before he cooed the younger man's name again, chanting it with each movement of Soren's hips.