Cass' dream was hot.
Not only did he have a dream about kissing a man who was half naked, his shirt off and his chest on full display, but it also happened to be in a burning fucking hellscape.
Cass didn't notice it at first, the hellscape. He was too fucking distracted with the deliciously plump chest before him, and the slight dusting of hair across his chest. Cass didn't even really realise that he couldn't see their face properly, and instead focused on the skin available to him.
It was a dream. He could do what he wanted.
So he plumped and bite and licked as he wanted, his hands filled with the muscles and skin before him before he found his mouth devoured. He had no idea what being 'devoured' actually felt like, but he was sure it was something like this. He was fulfilling a fantasy.
