Lucian’s gaze looked around the room and locked on a bench that was shoved against the wall. He moved past Cass, which surprised Cass until the man grabbed the bench and hauled it closer to where Cass was currently standing.
He even wiped it off, making sure it was clean before he spun towards Cass, his eyes bright as he scanned Cass.
Cass, who was somewhat hunched over because he was still touching the strange spot underneath him, just behind his balls, felt a little awkward. Slowly, he pulled his hand away and stood at his full height as Lucian approached him. Then, the man went down and Cass’ breath caught.
"Lucian, what the hell-" Cass started, but the man went to Cass’ ankles and gently lifted one, stepping Cass out of his underwear and pajama bottoms before helping him out of the other.
"I don’t want you tripping." Lucian told him carefully, and Cass felt his face flame as he grew embarrassed at his own thoughts. Fuck, his mind was in the gutter. He closed his eyes, his face red with embarrassment for a moment as he kicked himself internally for his thoughts.
When he didn’t feel Lucian move away from his position, Cass opened his gaze again and found Lucian still there. He had a wicked smile on his face as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against Cass’ inner thigh. Cass nearly swallowed his tongue.
"We can save that for after, my little dirty fairy. For now, we have an education session, and I’m a great teacher." Lucian’s eyelids, the second set slid over his eyes and Cass let out a shaky breath.
"An education session?" Cass repeated and Lucian nodded, then turned his head towards the door.
"I need to let them know that you are okay first, so please go sit on the bench, alright? That was a rather concerning moment, and even if you are feuding with Edgar, Edgar is worried he did this." Cass felt his face warm at Lucian’s words.
Well, it wasn’t like Edgar had nothing to do with this...but Cass wouldn’t let the other man blame himself for it.
"I...okay. Tell him that he’s just going to have to stay on the couch like a good boy, alright?" Cass muttered, embarrassed and Lucian’s grin was so damn dirty and suggestive that Cass flinched.
"Like a good boy? Should I tell him to wait there ass up too?" Lucian asked and Cass gasped. His fingers slid into Lucian’s thick hair and tugged before Cass was even aware of what he was doing. He was trying to be violent with the man, get his point across before a sickening feeling filled his stomach.
"Lucian! That’s not what I-" That was when the sick feeling filled his gut but Lucian leaned into the touch, seemingly enjoying the pain.
"Mm, understood. I was just teasing. I felt your desire spike as you saw him on his knees. Did you like that?" Lucian asked, his gaze making Cass’ stomach flip.
"I, uh," Cass wasn’t even sure what to say to such a blatant question. Lucian smiled. He grabbed Cass’ free hand, raising it to his lips and pressed a kiss against the palm of his hand.
"You can like it. I’m sure Edgar would be delighted to know that you do, especially since he wanted to suck your cock. Did you see Gideon’s expression? The man looked like he was having his sexual awakening." Lucian’s grin was dirty and pleased and Cass blinked.
"I...I didn’t. I was too focused on Edgar." Cass admitted, cheeks pink. Lucian let out a deep rumble.
"Mmm. I’m a little annoyed by that, but that’s okay. You’ll let me suck your cock from my knees too, right?" Lucian asked, and Cass sucked in.
"You’re too tall even on your knees." Cass whispered and Lucian’s eyes flashed.
"Not if you’re sitting on this bathroom counter, I’m not." Lucian countered, his gaze going just behind Cass, clearly looking at the counter before looking back at Cass. Cass felt sweat begin to form on the back of his neck and knew, without needing to look, how hard his nipples were. Cass tugged on Lucian’s hair.
"Go tell them I’m okay." He ordered, his voice raspy and Lucian’s grin was feral. He pressed another kiss against Cass’ palm before pulling his hands away from him gently and getting to his feet.
"Yes sir." He rumbled, his orange gaze warm as he scanned Cass, like fire, before he left.
The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing behind him made Cass’ knees weak.
Cass took a few deep, necessary breaths before he turned to the bench that Lucian had pulled out. He made his way towards it, sitting down on it sideways, the way someone was supposed to sit on a bench.
Cass had a feeling that wasn’t how Lucian wanted him to sit on it. He probably wanted Cass to turn so that his legs were on either side of it, his legs open so that Lucian could get a good look at what was going on down below.
Cass shuddered, feeling a little overwhelmed, but at the same time, he needed to see this. He needed to know what was going on down there.
It was...it was his body, he needed to know.
~
Lucian came back shortly after that, looking ready and relieved at the same time as he noticed that Cass was sitting on the bench. In his hand he had a towel, a fresh one, and a smile on his face.
"I told Edgar to wait on the couch like a good boy and he started coughing. He accused me of teasing him when I told him you said it, and so I had to tell him that I told you that I suggested you order him to lay there ass up and he hit me and told me he was going to drain me if given the chance." Lucian looked unrepentant with his actions and Cass gave a soft laugh.
"You’d deserve it." Cass told him and Lucian let out a loud laugh.
"I would, and it wouldn’t kill me either. Blood loss doesn’t kill me." Lucian said cheerfully. Cass did not like how cheerfully he said that. "I’m going to put this towel down so that you have something soft to lay on as we do this. You’re going to be leaning against my chest so that you can get the right angle, but your butt might hurt if you’re just on the hard wood." Lucian told him and Cass blinked.
"I’m leaning against you?" He asked and Lucian nodded as he crouched down, spreading out the towel on the end of the bench. Cass’ mind wasn’t comprehending what was going on. "Why? Aren’t you...." Cass trailed off and then made a vague gesture to his lower half when Lucian looked up and met his gaze. Lucian’s eyes curled up.
He shifted over until he was able to place his hands on Cass’ knees, giving them a squeeze.
"Sweetness, my arms are long enough to reach even from behind you. Do you want to test it?" Lucian asked, his gaze dancing and Cass flushed.
"No, thank you. I trust your judgement." Cass muttered, flustered and Lucian chuckled, giving his knees a squeeze.
"Good. Hold on, I’m going to shift the bench again." Lucian said and Cass’ eyes widened in surprise as Lucian pulled them closer to the tub.
"Why are you moving the bench again?" Cass asked and Lucian gestured towards the mirrors. The mirrors that were attached to the countertops.
The only mirrors in the bathroom.
"We need those for you to be able to see what’s going on." Lucian said matter-of-factly and Cass felt his jaw drop.
"You’re not going to be the one looking?" Cass asked, his voice rising in pitch and Lucian gave him a naughty look.
"Baby, if you want me to, I can, but I can’t promise I’ll be in complete control. I’ll want to touch and lick if I’m that close. Are you going to be okay with that?" Cass inhaled sharply at Lucian’s words and the heat in his gaze as he looked at Cass.
Cass’ fingers tightened on the edge of the bench as he gave a weak headshake. Lucian’s smile was warm as he leaned in, pressing a kiss against Cass’ forehead. "Exactly. So you’re going to explore on your own, with my guidance. I have control, but not that much. Not when I can smell the heady scent of your desire in the air. Fuck, I didn’t think you would smell so good, but," he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs up before he exhaled slowly. "Being trapped in a small room with you is thrilling." Lucian admitted.
Cass felt a little thrill run down his spine and knew it was translating into more dampness below. Cass gulped.
He had thought that getting a boner was going to be embarrassing. He didn’t realise that fucking Lucian could smell him. Hell, Edgar probably could too. That would explain his out of left field comment.
"Can...Can Edgar smell me too?" Cass asked and Lucian’s smile was devious.
"Oh Sweetness, of course he can, he just doesn’t know what it means yet." Lucian’s voice held excitement. "I can’t wait for you to learn how to manage your body yourself. Using your own liquid to fuck you from behind? How ’damp’ you’ll be able to get? It’s exciting, don’t you think?" Lucian asked and Cass’ jaw flapped like a fish on land.
Exciting? Cass would never give it that descriptor. It wasn’t exciting to Cass, it was terrifying.
"I’m glad you think that way." Cass muttered, glancing away from him and Lucian let out a huff.
"We can agree to disagree until you know what it feels like. For now, pull your leg over the bench and show me those pretty balls of yours." Lucian said and Cass felt his face warm.
"No balls are pretty." Cass muttered and Lucian laughed.
"Mm. I disagree. I find yours rather cute and suckable. I bet they smell delightful. A scent crossed between the bubbles I put in the bath and the musk of your desire. Delicious." Lucian took another deep inhale and Cass shifted awkwardly.
"Could you stop doing that? You sound like a creep." Cass told him and Lucian sighed heavily.
"I’m doing my best to be cool and responsible, Cass. Let me have my deep breaths occasionally, okay? It’s how I’m remaining sane in this tiny room with you." Cass was beginning to regret asking Lucian for his help, but it was too late. Especially as the man picked Cass up, slid him onto the towel and then lowered himself down on the bench behind him.
It was time for his lesson now.