Chapter 278: A cute, curious man (suggestive)
"E-Edgar, this is..." Cass trailed off, gulping air in. "I-"
"Is this what you thought Gideon and I were getting up to?" Edgar whispered against his ear. Cass let out a soft noise as he felt Edgar’s teeth, not his fangs, nibble on his ear. "That’s rather naughty of you. What about my feelings?" Edgar asked. Cass flinched.
"W-What do you mean?" Cass asked, his head a little foggy from a situation he wasn’t used to.
"Open your eyes, and we can talk." Edgar whispered and Cass grumbled. He made a noise of complaint in his throat, his lips feeling full, dry. He licked them, wetting them as he felt his heart race in his chest.
Fuck, it was so embarrassing that he knew that Lucian could feel this from him.
Cass slowly, carefully opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the vision in front of him. Edgar pulled back, meeting Cass’ gaze. Edgar scanned Cass’ face, taking in every little twitch of a muscle with his glowing, blue gaze. His face was slightly shadowed, making his eyes stand out more, and the whiteness of his teeth, the sharpness of his fangs made Cass gasp.
He couldn’t help it. Now that it had been brought up, he couldn’t stop staring at them. Edgar looked tickled finding this out as Cass’ face flushed. Fuck.
"Do you want to touch them?" Edgar asked softly and Cass blinked a few times, before he licked his lips. Edgar’s gaze dropped to his tongue darting across his lips before they raised back to his gaze. Cass felt his chest rise and fall, his body tense.
"I-I can?" Cass asked softly and Edgar grinned, like he’d caught him. Cass wasn’t so sure that he hadn’t.
"Of course you can." Edgar purred, a large predator circling a small, innocent bunny. Cass could feel the noose tightening around his neck but he couldn’t stop it. Wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
Edgar grabbed the hand that he’d been seducing, pulling it up to mouth. Edgar snapped his teeth at Cass, making him jump as he chuckled.
"Be careful, alright? They are very important to me as they are how I get my nutrients." Edgar told him and Cass stared.
"You absorb nutrients through your fangs?" Cass asked, his curiousity getting in the way. Edgar smiled at him warmly.
"I do. I have two, small holes at the base of my fangs. You wanna feel?" Edgar was pulling him in, seducing him with unknown knowledge. Cass was falling for it hook, line and sinker.
While Edgar had raised Cass’ hand to his face, he didn’t force Cass to make the next step. Cass did that all on his own. With a slightly shaking hand, Cass moved towards Edgar’s mouth. The man opened it as soon as Cass got closer, letting him not only look into his mouth, but giving him full access to his fangs.
They were where Cass expected them to be. His canine teeth were his fangs. He thought they might have been a little closer, but he didn’t hate it. Cass wasn’t sure if he should touch them, but when he met Edgar’s gaze the man was so calm, so collected that it made Cass think that this was okay.
So, Cass tentatively touched Edgar’s left fang.
It was like a shot of electricity went through his whole body. It wasn’t anything like he’d felt before. He knew it was a tooth, it was so fucking obvious that it was. Cass just wasn’t expecting the adrenaline rush that came from touching something that he knew could kill him if he wasn’t careful.
Something in him knew he was in danger if he let this fang touch him, really touch him. Cass could feel the pulse beneath his throat, against his inner thigh. Fuck, even his wrist was warm.
It was like his body knew each and every place that Edgar was thinking to sink his fangs and Cass felt his whole face go red. Edgar’s gaze narrowed as he watched him, but he didn’t move. It probably looked a little strange.
Cass had gone stock still as soon as he touched one fang. He hadn’t even moved for what felt like a full minute before Cass shuddered and with his other hand, the hand that had bled, Cass reached up and placed his hand against Edgar’s jaw.
Holding his hand in place, touching his skin as his thumb reached up and touched his right fang. Edgar’s hands reached up, gripping onto Cass’ wrists as he did so. He watched Cass, the eyes of a man possessed as Cass began to tremble. He wanted to know if what Edgar said was true. If there were little holes on the bottom of his teeth.
It felt like a design flaw, something that wouldn’t make sense. He’d seen all of the memes about the teeth acting as straws, but it didn’t seem practical. He thought they would have acted as piercing mechanisms, and then they would have latched on like leeches and sucked, pulling blood into their mouths.
But holes? In the teeth? Teeth were notoriously easy to break.
Cass was letting his own curiousity get the better of him as he licked his lips again, nervous, as he slid his left finger down, switching to his left thumb as he rubbed it around the bottom of his fang, worried. Then, he slipped it over and instantly his finger was cut. It was so sharp, so pointed that Cass wasn’t sure why he was so damn surprised but it.
Then he felt it, the soft pull. He did have holes under his teeth!
Cass let out a gasp, so involuntary he surprised himself as Edgar’s gaze warmed. Edgar, who had remained passive as the man explored, finally closed his mouth around Cass’ fingers, sucking on both of them until he released them, pressing his lips against the one he had punctured.
"Have you satiated your curiousity?" He asked, and there was something in his tone that Cass couldn’t quite put a finger on. Something that felt dangerous, but Cass wasn’t sure in what way.
"I...mostly." Cass admitted, feeling that he should be honest about this. "It’s...fascinating. I felt a thrill just touching them. Do you think that’s because I realised you were a threat?" Cass asked, sliding his gaze up to the man who was watching him warmly.
Cass froze, the look in Edgar’s eyes causing him to pause.
"Do you want to test it? I’ve heard that kissing while my fangs are down makes it unbearably pleasurable for my partner. Or so I’ve heard. That’s what my uncle’s diary said." Edgar offered, his gaze dipping to Cass’ lips.
Cass felt his mouth open in shock once more.
Kissing? With his fangs out?
Cass knew he should turn it down. He knew that he should shut it down immediately, turn this back to the task at hand, focus on the serious issues ahead of them. He didn’t have time for this.
He really didn’t.
Cass’ gaze slid to Edgar’s lips and he let out a soft whimper.
"You haven’t done it before?" Cass asked, curious, and Edgar’s lips turned up in a sweet, warm smile.
"Baby, no one else has known about who I am and accepted me like you have. Who else would I be offering this to?" Edgar’s words pushed him over. Cass’ eyes were big, wide as he met his gaze before he nodded slowly.
"J-Just a little." Cass told him. "Not too much." Cass was aware that wasn’t how you measured kisses, as was Edgar. He didn’t seem to mind as he broke out into a smile, holding onto Cass’ hands against his face.
"Just a little." He echoed, not an ounce of teasing in his voice. "You pinch my skin when you want me to stop." Edgar whispered against Cass’ lips as he leaned in. Cass was nodding, his breathing heavy as Edgar pressed his lips against Cass’ firmly.
Cass’ head swam at just the simple, firm contact. Edgar didn’t force a deeper kiss, not right away. He was gentling Cass, getting him used to it but Cass could feel the outline of his teeth against his own lips.
The pressure alone made a shiver run down his spine. He clung to Edgar as the other man leaned in further, pressing Cass’ back against the chair even more. Cass barely registered as it creaked, his back sinking into the thick, comfy leather.
Edgar’s breath was ragged as he pulled back, pressing his lips against Cass’ jaw before he moved back to his lips like he needed a break. Like he was heavily affected by what they were doing.
Then, Edgar’s tongue rubbed against Cass’ lips and Cass let out a shaky breath. That was all Edgar needed. Cass moaned into the kiss, unable to help the noise that left his throat as Edgar pushed in, his knee coming up, sliding in between his open legs and rubbing against his crotch as he put more weight onto the chair.
Edgar took full control of the kiss, sucking and pulling Cass’ tongue into his mouth so much so that Cass felt at the other man’s mercy. It got worse when Edgar pulled Cass’ tongue into his mouth and felt a full body shiver rock him.
Edgar pressed in, pulling him tighter against him as Cass whimpered into the kiss. The anticipation, the adrenaline, everything was making this such an overwhelming feeling for him that Cass couldn’t help but get hard.
It was only made worse when Edgar’s knee brushed his hardness, and that seemed to spur Edgar on. He pulled his lips away, gasping.
"Cass, you need to stop me if you want me to stop. Please. I’m enjoying this too fucking much to be a gentleman about this." Edgar whispered against Cass’ own panting lips. Cass sucked air in, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared at Edgar. The man looked like he was on the edge, and Cass?
He pulled his hands free from Edgar’s, watching as the man looked ill at the loss of his hands, before Cass wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down, pressing their lips against each other by his own violation.
Edgar’s shocked gasp quickly turned into a warm chuckle as he wrapped his own arms around Cass and pulled him close, arching his back as he kissed the man deeply. Cass was lost in the pleasure of the moment, drowning in the feeling of Edgar’s lips against his own and the feeling of another man’s body so fucking close to his own.
He didn’t even care if someone walked in on them.