Cass let Edgar dry him off, but only if it was with a soft towel. He stood there, all pouty but compliant as Edgar ran a soft towel over every inch of him. Cass’ cock was at full mast, clear in his intentions and Edgar was very careful with that part of his body.
Edgar hadn’t needed to dry another person off since his Mom had passed from her illness, and that was probably 15-20 years ago. Shortly after he became what he did.
It was a rather strange experience, but not one he hated. It felt intimate, caring. Edgar liked how it made his heart feel. Like he was doing a good thing.
Once Cass was dried off, Edgar gave himself a quick pass before unplugging the tub and letting it drain and when he turned back to Cass, the man had his arms out. Like he wanted to be picked up.
Edgar’s face flushed, but he couldn’t tell the man no. He carefully placed one arm under his ass, the other at his back and picked the man up in his arms. Cass threw his own arms around Edgar’s neck quickly, holding onto him tightly. Edgar was half expecting that the man would demand to suck his blood again, but instead he went for Edgar’s lips, kissing and nibbling at them.
Cass had been an amateur when it came to kissing only a short while ago, but now he knew how to tease and drag someone into a deeper kiss. Edgar felt his head spin as he held the thinner man in his arms, unable to hold back the sound in the back of his throat. It wasn’t quite a whimper, but it wasn’t quite a moan either.
The sound he made seemed to make Cass smile against his lips, and that made Edgar turn and begin to move. He loved holding the man, but he knew that the bed would be softer. Cass deserved softer, and honestly?
He wanted to press his whole body against the man, not just parts of his body. That was the whole reason that the two of them had washed up. Unlike Lucian, they couldn’t just...wish away any unclean condition of their bodies.
Fucking dragons.
Edgar tried his best not to stumble or run into anything on his way to the bed since Cass wouldn’t let go of his mouth. It was a difficult, arduous task, but he was up to the challenge. Cass wasn’t making it any easier, either.
Especially when he changed his hands from being wrapped around his neck to sliding up his neck, making shivers run down his spine as he slipped his fingers into Edgar’s hair and then tugged. Edgar had to stop as the man tore his lips away from Edgar’s, his tongue, lips and teeth having a feast of his throat.
Edgar didn’t know how the man managed it, but he seemed to have an uncanny ability to know exactly what Edgar needed. Only when it was sexual, and only when they were like this. He’d been able to do that before too, when he’d brought Edgar to one of the best climaxes of his life with his fingers.
Edgar was amazed with himself and how he was keeping himself together, even as noises left his mouth that he’d only heard from others before now.
Cass seemed to be drinking it up, enjoying the experience and he made Edgar tremble with his hands. Edgar wondered if he liked to treat Lucian like this. If he had treated Lucian like this when it had been the two of them?
Edgar couldn’t see it not happening, but he also felt that Lucian would have led him in certain directions too. Cass was non verbal, but he wasn’t an idiot. He was a man on a mission for what he wanted, and right now, it was a hard cock ready to cum.
Edgar could...be that.
Edgar somehow got his feet moving once more, each step feeling like he was moving through molasses. Finally, his thighs bumped against the bed and Edgar didn’t hesitate to turn and gently place Cass down on the bed, freeing himself from the torture.
Cass laid there, all big eyes, flushed cheeks, rosy skin against a rather pale backdrop, and the sheets under him? They were this deep, dark black. They made the man stand out like damn sin.
Edgar said a quick prayer to the gods to grant him sanity in these trying times. Their second hero? He was driving him to a level of lust he’d never experienced before in his life. He knew it wasn’t quite natural, but he also knew that Cass had let no one else, outside of him, Lucian, and on the rare, rare occasion, Sam see him like this.
And he wasn’t taking advantage of Sam that way. Edgar knew that at the very least.
So knowing that, and knowing that the man didn’t easily trust others, Edgar sent up another prayer. A prayer that he didn’t fuck this up and make Cass mad at him in the end. He’d remembered what they had been up to the last time, at least, he thought he had, so there was a chance that he was going to remember what they were up to now.
"Cass, sweet, handsome Cass. What do you want to do next? Do you want to make out?" Edgar asked, and watched as the man, his arms up near his head, blinked slowly at Edgar before he twisted in the bed. Edgar wasn’t sure what he was doing until he was in a straight line and was stretching his body. He made a soft, moaning sound, like the stretch was good, and Edgar had to attempt not to swallow his whole tongue.
How was he ever supposed to be normal after this? Maintain eye contact with this man after he’d had such filthy thoughts about him? Edgar wanted him to make those kinds of noises while he was balls deep inside of him, find pleasure of the most carnal kind with Edgar’s body.
Edgar swallowed, sliding his gaze down Cass’ body, his gaze lingering at his hard cock and plump balls. It was a bit of a crime that others would never see these beautiful things. Edgar honestly hadn’t thought that a cock could be pretty, but here he was, thinking that this giant thing was cute.
From Cass’ reaction, he didn’t even realise how gifted in size he was. He wasn’t just decently long, he was also thick. Then again, when compared against Lucian, no one was long or thick.
Edgar shivered, just thinking about how it would probably feel like a damn fist up his ass if they ever considered that as a possibility. He hoped not. He liked Lucian, but...those cocks of his were damn monstruous, truly.
He did feel a bit of pity for Cass, given that he was the obvious true target, but he felt that out of the two of them, he was probably more capable of handling him. Theoretically, his body was built for it.
Edgar shuddered as Cass reached up, running a hand down his stomach, his fingers sliding down past his cock to gently tap Edgar’s balls. The man was watching him, gauging his reaction. Edgar let out a shaky breath.
"Thoughts?" Edgar asked, his voice a little raspy, rough. It’s what happened when he was too turned on, far past the point of reason. His balls ached, but there were so many things that he wanted to do. Cass had eaten relatively recently, Edgar wanted...
Edgar wanted to do some eating too.
Cass seemed interested in his balls, his touch becoming a bit firmer, more intentional as he fondled carefully. Edgar moaned, not even planning to hide his pleasure. Cass would be pissed if he did.
Cass’ pleased smile filled his face and Edgar jolted.
"Okay, you can eat, and then I’m going to have some fun, alright?" Edgar felt like he was negotiating with someone who couldn’t speak his language, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Cass’ second hand, his arm actually was pulling Edgar up, up, up until his cock was tapping Cass’ face. The man was smiling as he licked the cock at his lips, and then he plunged his own fingers into his mouth.
Edgar’s eyes widened and he felt his own ass flutter. He had a feeling he knew what was about to happen, and with the way that Cass’ eyes turned into happy crescents, he knew that Edgar had caught on.
It seemed that they were both thinking about the same thing, but on each other. The only difference was that Cass was completely against penetration, and Edgar? Edgar was desperate for it.
Cass didn’t tease him for long, at least not when it came to penetration. He slid his fingers out of his mouth with ease, like he’d done this a hundred times before. Edgar knew that was simply not true, but he couldn’t help but watch the man as he slid his hand down, under, and Edgar flinched as his fingers, wet, but warm, touched his ass.
Edgar had washed himself up, hoping, but he didn’t expect that he would get this so soon.
Edgar slammed his hand down on the headboard, supporting himself as Cass watched him, reading each expression carefully as he teased Edgar’s ass. It was slow, painfully slow before Cass sunk the first finger inside. Cass’ lips were rubbing against his cock, his body focused on other parts of Edgar.
Edgar let out a soft moan as the second finger joined the other, and couldn’t help but wiggle his hips as he attempted to adjust to the fingers spreading and moving. Cass licked his lips, and Edgar shuddered. Cass only gave him a few careful, thoughtful strokes before his fingers plunged deeper, finding that sweet spot inside of Edgar that made him see stars.
It was like the man had his body memorized from the one interaction, and Edgar didn’t hate it. The sound that left Edgar’s mouth when Cass touched that spot made him feel like one of the whores in the brothels his family ran, and there was no shame in that. He was sure they would be proud, honestly.
Edgar couldn’t control his hips, wiggling as he attempted to chase the good feelings as Cass slowly, but methodically slid his fingers in and out of his ass. Never quite fully leaving, but teasing Edgar. Edgar was going crazy, the tip of his cock rubbing against Cass’ mouth even as he wiggled.
It was only made worse by the way that Cass was watching him. Starved. That was the look in his eyes, and that only made Edgar more crazed. He needed to cum for Cass’ sake, not just his own.
Cass didn’t speed up though, taunting the man as he thrust his fingers into him, over and over. It was like he was trying to drive him crazy. Edgar could hear the headboard creaking under his grip on it, his strength going out of control as he could feel his climax coming closer and closer.
"Cass. This is...faster. Faster!" Edgar begged, and watched as Cass’ nostrils flared, he opened his mouth, and swallowed Edgar’s cock almost entirely. Edgar let out a cry as Cass pinned him, and began to finger fuck him aggressively. Hitting that spot inside of him over and over until Edgar felt like he lost his mind. His legs shook, his thighs tightened, and it felt like his balls exploded as he came.
He was quaking as Cass milked him, getting every last drop before pulling back from Edgar’s cock. He was all smiles, licking his lips before he gave the tip of Edgar’s cock a quick kiss.
He didn’t remove his fingers. Edgar let out a whimper.
Was he about to be in a lot of trouble?