Leaning back on his hands, Soren craned his head into Cass' fingers. "Mmmph. I would've daydreamed about it and then sort of shoved it down and thought I was weird. Written it off as some sort of odd dream thing." He grinned when his cheek was kissed, chuckling at Cass' observation.
"Look, that only applies to you." He let his head sit more upright, looking at Cass. "It has to be the most physically frustrating situation for a teenage boy to be in. Repressed or no, I've wanted you for ages. And you were always there, always within sight, your smell all over everything. Hell, I even learned what you tasted like before we started this. Do you really blame me?"