Caspar huffs softly, the sound going a little shaky at G'rhyf's mouth on his throat. "I'm-- not worried."

Maybe he could afford, actually to be slightly more cautious when hooking up with random strangers, but... look. Nothing bad has happened in his time doing this, and G'rhyf seems nice, so he really isn't worried about it.

He manages to undo their belt and toss that aside, though their pants pose a little bit more of a challenge - especially since, every time G'rhyf grinds against his hand, it gets to be a little more tempting to just forget the pants for now and see how far along he can get them through the leather.

...It should be fine to keep working on getting their pants down with one hand while the other stays settled over their dick, right?