Lucian felt a bit like a tool. A tool that Cass liked to suck on. Was he opposed to this? Not in the slightest, but he had to admit it to himself.
At first, Lucian didn’t think much of it. Honestly, all he thought was that it was hot as fuck that Cass was licking his body clean of every little drop of cum that came out of his cocks. That fact had not changed, but after cumming so many times, Lucian could think a bit clearer.
Why was Cass so tuned into his cum? Why was he so focused? This wasn’t normal behaviour. He’d also whipped his head around and flared his nostrils like he was able to smell his cum the first time. He’d given up trying to get his own pleasure to get at Lucian’s cum.
Lucian didn’t know much about demons, a bit intentionally, but he knew some stories. He also had a feeling that there were a few people around them that might have some more answers. Eddie, maybe. Cass, probably, and...he had a sneaking suspicion that Sam knew more than he let on.
He pushed that to the side, not wanting to get angry while he was in bed with Cass. He wasn’t mad at Sam because he thought he was a spy. There were bound to be a lot of spies around them. He was mad because Sam so clearly cared for Cass, and Cass cared for him. It would rip Cass apart if Sam was a spy.
Lucian didn’t want his man hurt in any way. Especially not by others. He didn’t like the tightness he got in his chest when that happened. It made him feel agitated. Angered. Caged. Lucian did not like being caged.
With that being said, Lucian hadn’t cum as much as Cass did, fuck, he was sure that wasn’t even possible given that the man came at the drop of a hat, but he had cum a substantial amount. One thing he was noticing was that Cass was getting a little less urgent, a little more...himself.
He wasn’t begging, and his eyes weren’t as glassy. Lucian wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed, but he was coming to an alarming realisation. He wasn’t sure if it was true, didn’t want to take it at face value, but he needed to bring it up to Cass. Especially since he was slowly coming to, without Sam or Lucian having to help him.
Lucian didn’t even want to string the words together, and pushed it to the back of his mind. If what he thought was true, it would only benefit Lucian if he continued to give the man what he wanted.
So, Lucian focused on the task at hand.
That juicy, juicy ass was parked in front of his face, and yes, he had been partaking in sucking on that pretty cock, those juicy balls, and had reveled in the sounds that Cass was making as he soaked his chest in cum. Or his mouth.
That was another thing that Lucian was a bit surprised by. Cass’ cum didn’t taste salty. It didn’t even taste bad. Not that Lucian had been eating a lot of cum recently, but it was a taste you didn’t forget. Cass’ was...fruity? Sweet?
It tasted like you wanted more of it. Like it was a sweet treat. Lucian was chalking that up to two things. One, he’d never slept with a fairy before so maybe that was something from that, or two, it was related to the demon part of him, and played into the theory that was forming.
But that ass...As much as Lucian loved the taste of the man, that twitching little asshole was speaking to him. There was also something that Lucian had noticed. Something...strange.
There was a tiny, tiny hole near Cass’ balls. He wouldn’t have had a chance to notice it if Cass hadn’t given him this kind of freedom with his body. It looked...natural, but at the same time, it was rather curious. It was small, but it was leaking.
Lucian had worried at first, that there was something wrong with Cass’ body. Honestly, that was still a worry but when Lucian touched the hole he noticed that what was leaking from it was mostly clear, slightly opaque, without any blood or pus in it. It was also coating Cass’ balls, making them...
Honestly, Lucian was a bit scared to admit what he was thinking. He knew what it felt like, but he was a bit overwhelmed by the realisation. He had a feeling that Cass had no idea about this hole. If he did?
He wouldn’t have let Lucian near him, and Lucian wouldn’t have blamed him. Was there a part of Lucian that wanted to keep this to himself and not tell Cass and ruin this? Yeah, but if Cass found out that Lucian knew and didn’t say anything?
Lucian’s blood ran cold.
Cass would kill him. Cass would figure out revival magic just to bring him back to life and kill him again, and Lucian would have no legs to stand on.
Lucian, on his best behaviour, touched it once, and watched as Cass shivered like it felt good. Lucian pulled his hand away like he’d been electrocuted. That answered one question, and that meant that Lucian was leaving it the fuck alone.
There were some things that Lucian wouldn’t do, and again, his one true rule was no penetration, and Lucian was not waking that beast. Not tonight, and probably not for a while.
So, he turned his attention back to the twitching, begging ass that was in front of his face and decided that he wasn’t going to penetrate, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t show Cass a hole new world.
He smirked at his own joke.
Then, he glanced down his body, down Cass’ body, watching as Cass licked and kissed one of his cocks. The man was holding onto his thighs so tightly that he was going to have marks from his nails. He swore his nails had gotten sharper, angular. It was hot, and so Lucian hadn’t said anything. Plus, it was very telling that if he showed off the marks how Cass would have been situated on Lucian’s body.
Eddie was going to be so jealous.
Lucian let out a soft hiss as Cass slowly, without any skill, licked at his cock. It was cute, but it wasn’t going to get the job done. That was okay. Tonight wasn’t the night to teach Cass how to do that. Lucian just liked that the man was attempting to do so. Tonight was the night to show Cass that Lucian could stick to his promise.
He wasn’t going to penetrate him, but he was going to show him a great time, and maybe come up with some answers that Cass was looking for. Lucian’s hands gripped Cass’ ass, spreading his cheeks. Lucian took a moment to appreciate that even though the man was skinny, he had a good handful, and his ass bulged out between his fingers as he squeezed.
Nice.
Lucian bent forward, running his tongue over the twitching little sphincter. Cass gasped, releasing Lucian’s cock and he jerked around. His whole upper body turned, since Lucian was holding onto his ass, holding him in place.
"No!" Cass shouted, and Lucian halted. He pulled away, noticing the panic in Cass’ body and eyes. He was coming to, and Lucian felt his heart break.
"Sweetness, I’m not penetrating you." Lucian told him softly and Cass shook his head aggressively.
"No penetration!" He shouted and Lucian nodded.
"I’m not penetrating you." He confirmed. "I’m licking you. I won’t put my tongue in. I promise. I just want you to feel good." Lucian purred. Cass stared at him, swallowed, and blinked a few times as he heard the soft noise.
"You won’t put it in?" Cass asked, his voice a little quieter, not a shout, and Lucian nodded again.
"I made a promise. I won’t put it in." Lucian didn’t sound sincere, he was sincere. He was determined to uphold this promise. Cass scanned his face, trying to gauge his reaction. That was the first time since Cass had given himself over to Lucian’s care that he had done so. Lucian could tell that Cass was almost out of his moment, and Lucian felt his chest fill with pride that he had played a part in it. "I promise, Cassian. I won’t cross that line." Lucian told him, speaking to the Cass who had been tucked away.
Cass swallowed thickly, his face flushed, his eyes slightly glazed, before he nodded. He turned back to Lucian’s cocks, before he glanced over his shoulder, worry still etched on his face.
"You mean it?" Lucian’s chest tightened. He was being too damn cute for his own good.
"I give you permission to bite my dick if you are getting worried." Lucian told him, a slightly mischievous grin on his lips. Cass’ eyes widened, and before he furrowed his brows and frowned.
"I wouldn’t do that. That’s a crime. You can’t cum if I do that." Cass told him seriously, and Lucian had to fight to keep it together. Even with how close Cass was to the surface, he wasn’t fully there yet.
Lucian released Cass’ ass just to tap it lightly with his palm. It wasn’t a slap, just a pat. An appreciative pat.
"I could still cum with the other cock, and don’t worry. It would grow back." It would hurt like a bitch, but it would grow back, and he’d deserve it. It was violent, but that was the dragon way. "May I continue?" He asked softly, watching, and grinned in victory as Cass gave a slight nod. The blush creeping up to his ears and neck told him that Cass was well and truly almost out of the funk that he slipped into during these moments.
Lucian wasted no time in leaning in and burying his face in his ass, rubbing his tongue against the hole that was begging for something to penetrate it. Lucian knew that wasn’t going to happen, so he was going to show Cass that they could have fun around this worried little hole without penetration.
The soft cry of pleasure from Cass’ lips made Lucian’s cock throb. Once, twice, three times before Lucian groaned, his cum jerking out of his cocks. Cass let out a strangled sound, before he began to lick and suck up his cum from his lower stomach and other places.
Lucian could feel how Cass’ cock coated his own chest with cum, and Lucian purred more. Cass let out a strangled sound of pleasure. Cute. He was so cute that Lucian just wanted to eat him up.
Even though he knew their time together like this was wrapping up. At least the first time. Lucian had a feeling that they might have some more time like this, but for now? Lucian was satisfied. He would get the man to cum two more times, and then it was time to use that new bath he’d put in. Get him all nice and clean. Have Sam clean the sheets. Then, tuck the tired man into bed. Lucian would stand watch, keeping him safe as he replayed these memories.
Then, he would tell Cass what he had observed. He had learned that keeping anything from the man he wanted to bond with was a stupid idea, and it was about Cass’ own body. He needed to know. Lucian would be pissed if he was in his shoes, and sadly, Cass didn’t have anyone to blame. His Mom was dead, and his Dad was missing.
Maybe...Cass would like it if he found his Father? He’d have to ask, of course. Or, he could find him, then ask?
He’d consider that when he was standing watch.