"Cass, sweetheart, even if you keep squeezing nothing is going to come out." Lucian was in his damn glee. The last 4 hours had been straight from a damn fantasy.
Cass was begging for attention.
Every little needy jerk, his heavy moans, his soft complaints as Lucian touched him over and over...it was heaven. Lucian could have never imagined that Cass would behave this way. He’d thought that maybe the man would be shy, uncertain. He was sure that Cass outside of this week would be, but then again...
Lucian thought back to the tent and how Cass had reacted. How he had wanted more, but Lucian was the one who had put a halt to their play. Maybe...Cass was always like this when it came to sexual situations.
Right now, they were still sitting on the bed, but had shifted their positions. Lucian had grabbed a few pillows and shoved them behind Cass’ back and head so that he could lean against the headboard. Lucian had moved closer, pulling Cass’ bottom half up and over his own lap. It wasn’t a sexual position, but more of a position where Cass was resting comfortably, and Lucian had access to his body.
Lucian’s legs extended out, practically to the other edge of the bed, and Cass...sweet sweet Cass was topless, and had thrown a fit after a while that Lucian wasn’t also topless. Watching him pout and complain had warmed Lucian’s heart. Of course he was a pouter. It made sense. If Cass learned of the power he had over him as soon as that pouty bottom lip came out, he had a feeling that man would use and abuse it.
He was conniving like that. It was so fucking hot.
His Sweetness got what he wanted. Lucian was stripped of his clothing, showing off the chest that he liked so much. It was almost comical to see how Cass had to hold himself back from drooling as soon as he saw his chest. Lucian had never been so proud of his human body before.
He always knew he was attractive to most humans, but he didn’t realise how much his potential bond partner’s opinion would hold so much weight. If Cass hadn’t liked his body? Lucian would have been devastated.
He would have had to figure out some kind of magic to change it. He would not stand for Cass not liking him. Especially physically. Emotional and other stuff? Lucian just had to lock in and get the work done. Physical?
That involved hunting down other dragons. That was something he wasn’t looking forward to. They didn’t exactly...like him.
That wasn’t a concern he needed to have though. Cass liked him just fine. Probably more than fine. He’d always noticed how the man had taken a few extra glances at him before he’d...gone away, and he was almost too obvious when he’d come back. The way that he’d looked at him, gulping, before turning his gaze away.
If he thought he had been subtle before, he was so terribly wrong. It was like some of his mask had slipped. It was cute. Tragic, but cute.
Currently, Cass was sculpting his pecs with his hands, and he was squeezing and pinching his nipples. It probably would have been too hard for a normal human, but for Lucian? It was just enough to turn the man on. It was almost amusing how well Cass knew his body and he hadn’t been touching him long.
Cass looked terribly disappointed that nothing was going to come out of his nipples.
"Why not? They’re so big. Something should come out." Cass’ voice had a breathy quality to it. Like he was always too short of breath. Airy. Lucian wasn’t exactly fond of it, but it was a good sign that Cass was still speaking to him. If he was just mewling like a kitten he had a feeling that he should alert Sam.
Did he want to? No.
Did he want to be cut off from Cass forever and kicked out of the hero party? The first part of that statement was more important. He could just stalk them if it came to the second half. While he was attempting to be more human-like for Cass, he was still a dragon. Some things just weren’t going to change.
"I’m sorry sweetness. I’ll work on it, alright?" Lucian told the sweet, pouty man in his lap. Cass pouted harder, before he let out a heavy sigh, glanced up at Lucian, and bent his head forward. Cass, despite Lucian’s words, wrapped his mouth around Lucian’s nipple and sucked on it. It was a hard, dangerous pull, like he was well and truly trying to get something out of it.
Lucian let out a harsh laugh.
"Baby, nothing is going to come out, even if you suck." Lucian told him warmly and watched as the man’s brows furrowed. Lucian found his stubbornness adorable, especially if it got his mouth on his body.
The man was so focused on his task, on the mission he’d given himself he barely noticed that Lucian was undressing him completely.
Fuck. It was a crime to be so smooth naturally. Not that the man didn’t have any hair around his dick, but it was soft, white. It was illegal to have pubes that weren’t brown or black. It made his already cute dick, even cuter. Didn’t matter that the dick was soaked in cum. His cum.
Lucian was about to change that.
"Sweetness, I know you’re focused, and I really appreciate the effort, but do you want to try something else that’ll feel good?" Cass looked up at him at his question, quizzical. Lucian knew that he’d caught his attention. Lucian raised a hand, opening his mouth and pointing his index finger at his open mouth. "Do you want to fuck my mouth?" Lucian asked and watched as the flushed man suckling on his chest froze.
Cass’ eyes dilated, and a brighter flush touched his cheeks. Lucian grinned in victory as Cass let go of his chest, licking his lips.
"F-Fuck your mouth?" Cass repeated, hesitant, and Lucian found that so fucking cute he could have came himself. Hell, he’d almost cum a few times, but was being a gentleman. He had a feeling once his cocks came out, Cass was going to have some plans for them. He had his own plans as well.
He wanted to convince Cass to fuck the spot in between his cocks. Like a cock sandwich. A cock pussy. He was sure that Cass would like it, especially if he covered them in something warm and wet.
"Yeah. I’ll lie down on my back and you’ll come up and put your cock in my mouth. Does that sound good?" Lucian asked and watched as the man’s chest rose and fell. Cass took his time thinking, even though Lucian already knew the answer. A big, resounding yes was written all over his face, but even lost to lust, Cass had to have the upper hand.
"I-I guess." Cass mumbled, sounding like he was doing Lucian a favour. Lucian grinned. He was, actually, but it was cute that the man didn’t know that.
Lucian wasted no time. He gently picked up Cass, moving him to the side as the man watched on, stunned, as Lucian turned so that his body was going down the bed instead of across. Then, he reached for Cass with greedy hands, pulling the man up and onto his chest. Cass straddled the other man’s broad chest, his face flushed, and his body a little unstable. He wobbled, pressing his hand against Lucian’s shoulder to catch himself and Lucian grinned from on his back.
"Scoot up, my dear. That’s not where my mouth is." Lucian told him and watched as Cass scanned his body. He got distracted by his pecs. Again. Oh well, it wasn’t a loss. Especially as he felt Cass gently reach down, squeeze them again, before he glanced down at his cock.
Lucian felt his breath catch as he watched the gears turn in Cass’ head. His cock, Lucian’s pecs. It happened in real time as slowly Cass put both of his hands on Lucian’s pecs and brought his hips forward, rubbing his cock in the groove between Lucian’s chest.
Lucian watched as the eyes rolled back in Cass’ head as pleasure flooded his system. Lucian tried not to be disappointed. They had plenty of time. Cass could get his rocks off by rubbing himself against Lucian’s chest. That was fine. It was even on the list of things that he wanted Cass to do. Even if his mouth felt empty, this was okay.
Lucian let out a soft sigh, watching as Cass bit his lip, pushing together his pecs to fuck them properly. He was so awkward, so uncoordinated that it was endearing. Lucian stared down at the cock coming in and out of his pecs and gave a sigh.
The least he could do is give him something to finish in.
Lucian bent, opening his mouth and letting Cass hit his warm, wet, textured tongue. Cass let out a shout, his eyes shooting open and staring down at Lucian.
Lucian had his mouth open, tongue out, and Cass had only hit his tongue twice before he panicked.
"W-What are you doing?" Cass was scrambling, his brain short circuiting. Even when he was trying to understand what was going on, his hips were still moving slightly, but not far enough to touch Lucian’s mouth again.
"Giving you something to cum in." Lucian responded easily. That was exactly what he was doing, and Cass should be excited for it. Cass stared at him blankly.
"Something to cum in? You’re not Edgar." Cass said it so matter of factly that it took Lucian a second to realise what he’d said. Lucian burst into laughter.
"Sweetness, what? He might not be into that." Lucian said and watched as Cass gave him a serious look, while his hips were still rocking back and forth between his pecs.
"He told me that he wanted me to do that." Cass told him, and Lucian shrugged. He wouldn’t doubt the man. He was very honest right now, even if he was being coy.
"I believe you. I just didn’t think you two had those kinds of conversations. I’ll have to interrogate Eddie." Lucian said, and Cass pouted.
"So I don’t need something to cum in." Cass told him and Lucian huffed.
"Is my mouth not good enough for your cum? Just my chest? Or hand?" Lucian demanded and watched as he blushed.
"i-I-"
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Cass. You agreed to fuck it, but not cum in it? How rude." Lucian lowered his eyes, making a sad expression. "I’m hurt. I like cum. Let me taste yours." Lucian could see that Cass was getting flustered. He clearly wasn’t used to this kind of treatment, and Lucian was banking on it.
He wanted that cock in his mouth. He was greedy, and he could be sneaky too. He just had to channel Cass, or Eddie.