Through rapture-clouded eyes, the ghoul stared blankly upwards, watching the two women as they kissed with such raw passion.  It felt like his vision was shifting in and out of focus, undoubtedly because of everything his body was and is going through; to say nothing of how dizzying the situation could be when one tried to think too much upon it.<br/><br/>His poor, almost over-used cock was highly sensitive right now, and that made what Cassidy was doing so intense, that it actually bordered on pain. But, it was the good kind of pain, the kind one could enjoy, the kind one wanted to embrace, desired to have inflicted on them.  His arms go slack, his hands falling away from Cass' body, and just laying on the ground. Those limbs squirmed, like the rest of his body, underneath the elder's. All the while, the only noise he makes--besides the drumming of his heart--is a low, intense moan, that is a good indicator that this is likely the best he has felt in his entire god-damned existence.