Chapter 317: A chatty, horny Cass (m)
Cass was losing it. It was only made worse by the fact that the mind fog hadn’t kicked in. He was still here, but he was fully experiencing the reaction that he normally had. Lucian noticed.
It was in the way that Cass’ eyes would dart around, the heaviness of his breath as the men touched him, and the soft, sweet-sounding whimpers that left his lips. Cass was so fucking embarrased that the sounds were coming from him, but he could tell that the men liked them.
Cass was man enough to admit that they didn’t sound...awful. He’d probably like it if they were making the same kinds of noises.
Cass being a witness didn’t mean that Cass had full control. It was like the line between his mouth and brain had been severed. There was no control over it. Every little thought that Cass had, he said, especially if it came to something sexual.
"Is the door locked?" Cass asked at one point, Edgar kissing his throat as his hands undressed him. Lucian was working on his pants. Lucian’s eyes curled up with his smile.
"Yes, sweetness. The door is locked." Lucian told him and Cass leaned further into the man behind him.
"Oh good. I wouldn’t want Fiona to walk in on us. Or anyone, really. Mmm, maybe your father, Edgar." Cass mumbled. "Or my grandfather." Cass let out a little laugh, and Lucian’s smile spread across his face.
"You’re going to be chatty this time, aren’t you?" He mused, looking very pleased. "That means we’ll get a real time performance review. I’m excited. Make sure to tell me all the little things that you like." Lucian said and Cass felt his face warm. At the same time, he opened his mouth.
"Then...take your shirt off." Cass mumbled. "Both of you. I don’t like all this...fabric." Cass said and Lucian halted his hands, seconds away from pulling off Cass’ pants before he let out a loud rumble.
"You only like me for my chest." He protested, not really meaning it and Cass watched as the man reached behind him and pulled the shirt up and off his body. Cass let out a wistful sigh as he saw those giant pecs and washboard abs.
"They are really nice. Firmer than I thought. Felt good." Cass said, his face warming more. Lucian’s eyes bulged in his head, before he threw his head back and laughed. Then, he squeezed his pecs together with his hands, staring directly at Cass.
"Did you want to fuck them again?" He asked and Edgar nearly choked behind him.
"You fucked his pecs, but won’t-" He cut himself off, but Cass could tell he wasn’t pleased. Cass turned his head away from the show to stare at Edgar, reaching up a hand to bury it in the blonde’s hair, yanking him down for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Edgar was surprised by the action, but not opposed in the slightest. Cass had a feeling he could push this man around and he’d be into it.
"Is your ass as soft as his pecs? I’ll have to find out." Cass told him, staring up into Edgar’s blue eyes. "Pretty." He muttered, and watched as the man turned beet red. Lucian was laughing loudly as Edgar stuttered over his words. Cass pulled him down for another kiss, before he was gently tugged away by another hand and then Lucian was there, kissing him.
"You’ve been kissing Eddie a lot, and not me." Lucian protested as Edgar’s fingers got back to work, taking the clothes off of Cass. It was a button up top, making it easy for Edgar to pull it off of Cass as Lucian kissed him.
"You’ve been over there. I can’t kiss you if you’re over there." Cass shot back, and Lucian rumbled. "Do that again." Cass ordered. Bossy. Demanding. Lucian’s nostrils flared and he let out a shuddering breath.
"Oh, I am really going to like this." Lucian muttered. Cass glared at him.
"You better." He warned and Lucian paused, before he chuckled, taking Cass’ head in both of his hands and kissing the man senseless. Lucian was a forceful kisser, taking complete control over Cass’ mouth. His tongue was rougher, a little more textured then Edgar’s when Cass kissed him, and Lucian loved to rub it against the roof of his mouth. How was he able to reach there? Cass assumed it was some dragon shit, and just moaned like a damn whore as he kissed him.
Edgar made quick work of his clothes, until Cass was topless and shivering slightly. Edgar’s hands found Cass’ nipples, rubbing them gently and Cass felt like he was going to cum from the simple touch and the deep kiss.
Lucian, as if able to tell, narrowed his gaze. He pulled away, glanced down at Cass’ body, before he turned to Edgar.
"Come here. He’s about to cum. You should see it." Lucian said, like he was some kind of art piece. Edgar shifted their positions so he was able to see Cass’ face. Cass wanted to hide as Edgar continued to twist and pluck at his nipples. The soft noises leaving his mouth were embarrassing.
"S-Stop watching me. This is embarrassing." Cass told them, and Lucian scoffed.
"No. You’re so pretty when you cum. Eddie needs to see this, so that he can tell when you’re close. This is only one of many, Cass. You know this." His eyes glimmered as Cass felt his eyes close. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he bit his lip, trying to be quiet.
He wasn’t able to as Edgar twisted in just the right way and his mouth opened as he let out a loud moan, trembling as he came in his pants. If Lucian had removed them completely he would have cum all over the couch. Thank fuck that he hadn’t.
"How many of those are we seeing?" Edgar asked softly and Lucian let out a chuckle.
"As many as he wants. I didn’t keep track after the 20th time he’d cum." Lucian told him and Edgar let out a shaky breath. Cass slowly opened his eyes, feeling a little dazed as he did so. One thing he did know, he was rearing to go again. He let out a whimper.
"My cock feels sticky." He complained and Lucian grinned.
"Well then, let’s get you moved to the bed and then we can take off your pants so your cock is free, alright?" Cass nodded, easily approving of that message. Lucian reached down, Edgar moving his hands as Lucian slid his hands under Cass’ ass and picked him up. Cass wrapped his arms around Lucian’s neck and only waited a second before he leaned in and pressed his lips against the skin he saw before him.
Lucian let out an expletive in a language Cass didn’t know as Cass kissed and nipped at his skin. His steps were firm, focused as he took Cass to the edge of the bed, but didn’t place him down until Cass was done playing with him. When Cass pulled back, Lucian’s skin was unmarked.
Cass frowned deeply at that.
"But I sucked hard." Cass complained, loudly, and Edgar let out a laugh. Edgar stepped closer to the two, taking one of Cass’ fingers into his hand.
"I’m sure you were sucking hard for you, Babe, but Lucian has thick skin. You have to suck harder. Can I show you?" Edgar asked, clearly gesturing to his finger. Cass nodded. He was the resident blood sucker.
He probably knew a thing or two.
Cass felt his breathing grow harsher as Edgar took his finger into his mouth, not breaking eye contact before the man began to suck. It was nothing like what Cass had done. It was harder, aggressive. Cass let out a little moan.
"T-That hard?" Cass whispered and Lucian chuckled.
"Why don’t you try to mimic what Eddie’s doing, sweetness? He’ll keep going as you practise." Lucian was playing a game that Cass was an amateur in. Cass knew that in the back of his mind, but he also liked the idea that Lucian had suggested. Whimpering because what Edgar was doing to him was making his cock twitch and ache in his wet pants, Cass licked his lips, leaned forward, and mimicked what Edgar was doing on his finger to Lucian’s throat.
The grip that Lucian had on his ass tightened, and Cass wouldn’t doubt that he’d have handprints on his ass tomorrow, probably later in the evening actually.
Cass sucked and sucked, shivering as Edgar added a tongue into his play. Cass did the same, licking the spot that he was working on. Finally, feeling like he’d done enough, he pulled back and felt a warmth of satisfaction fill him as he saw a spot on Lucian’s throat.
"I did it!" He exclaimed, excited and Lucian let out a choked laugh.
"Uh huh. You did it." Lucian agreed and Cass shivered when Edgar licked his finger.
"W-What are you doing?" Cass asked him. Edgar’s eyes curled as he smiled at him without releasing his finger. That was when he felt it. A little fang tip.
Cass felt his pace quicken, his breath catching and he clung to Lucian as another orgasm rocked him. He was shocked that he came from just a little fang touch, but he appeared to be the only one shocked by it.
"Another one? Those pants must feel awful." Lucian said, not a mocking tone in sight. "Eddie, let the poor man rest. We need to get him cleaned up." Cass let out a small whimper as Edgar released his finger, a dangerous chuckle coming from his lips. Lucian laid him down on his back carefully, and Cass watched as Edgar pulled off his top with a flourish, revealing skin that was just as pale as Cass’, but also...
"Why do you have abs?" Cass blurted out, a little annoyed. Edgar halted, and Lucian looked over at him.
"Cass, sweetness, you’ve seen him undressed before, haven’t you? We’ve bathed together while on the road." Lucian said carefully and Cass growled.
"No. It’s polite not to stare, so I’ve never looked at any of you. That, and I tended to avoid bathing with you at all costs." Cass countered and the men seemed a little startled to hear that.
"Oh. Well, I can’t promise that I’ve done the same. I’m a bit naughtier than you, it appears. I was always checking out your body." Edgar said with a smile. It held a dangerous edge to it. "Do you want to feel my abs?" He asked and Cass was offering a hand before the man could finish asking. Edgar’s grin was wide, happy, and even Lucian was smiling with him.
Cass let out an appreciative sound when his hand touched the other man’s skin. Warm, hot flesh under his hand. Not cold in the slightest. Edgar’s smile grew wider.
"Nice." Cass muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. It was supposed to be an inside thought. Damn fucking mouth. Edgar’s laughter filled the air.
"He wasn’t like this before?" Edgar asked, turning to the apparent expert. Lucian shook his head, his smile toothy.
"Oh no. He was rather quiet besides his moans. Barely spoke. I think we’re in for a treat." Lucian seemed infinitely pleased by that though. "But, we should really clean up your dick, shouldn’t we, Cass?" Lucian said, turning his attention back to Cass’ wet pants and active dick. Cass grumbled.
"It’s cooling off." He complained and Lucian grinned.
"Can’t have that." He agreed, yanking Cass’ pants off and tossing them to the side. That was when Cass realised only his upper body was on the bed, his lower body was basically dangling off the edge. Everything came into crystal clear understanding as Lucian lowered down, dropping to the ground and Edgar did the same.
"W-Wait, you aren’t-" Cass began as Lucian pressed a kiss to Cass’ thigh. He was punishing Cass for what he had done before. The mark on his neck a pulsing, red thing. Lucian’s orange eyes met Cass’ as he smirked against the skin he had in his mouth.
He was faster, more efficient, and Cass was already leaking from his cock when he pulled away.
"I’m just gonna clean you up. Or Eddie is. We just want to make sure you’re nice and clean, hmm? Like you want." Lucian said and Edgar wasted no time, getting in between Cass’ thighs. Lucian focused on his thighs themselves, peppering them with marks and nibbles that had Cass painting his stomach and chest with more cum.
"Fuck." Cass exclaimed, his arm going up to cover his eyes, but he was still peeking down at them.
The men were going to be the death of him.