Cass huffed a chuckle, "I'd pout if I came without knowing that I did." He traced his fingers down across Soren's shirt as he gathered his thoughts and arranged them so they made sense and weren't incredibly crass. "Sometimes, after you left to go home, some nights my bed just smelled particularly like you, because you already sat or laid down on it when you came over. Those nights, while I may not have been thinking about you in particular, were the nights I couldn't help but jerk off. And don't get me started about the basement. It took me a year before going down there didn't make me think back about that time. Dad always asked me why I was so red in the face when I came back up from the basement."