"Alright Cass, you want to focus. Then, let’s focus. Using your pointer finger, I want you to touch it." Lucian said and Cass flinched.
"Touch it?" Cass asked and Lucian chuckled.
"It’s your body, isn’t it? You can touch it." Lucian’s voice was sweet, persuasive. Cass swallowed.
"O-Okay." He whispered, hesitant. But, with careful fingers, he gently touched it. It was warm and wet and Cass pulled his finger back immediately. "What is that?" He demanded, knowing damn well what it was, but he was freaking out. Lucian let out a deep laugh.
"That is your newest body part. Hmm, that doesn’t feel right, since you’ve had it for a while, it’s just making itself known. I’m a little surprised you didn’t feel any discomfort from it as it grew until now." Cass felt the blood leave his face as he realised he hadn’t felt anything either, now that Lucian brought it up.
"I-I didn’t notice anything." Cass agreed and Lucian made a soft noise in the back of his throat.
"How much do you know about incubus?" He asked and Cass swallowed.
"I think the answer right now is not enough." Cass admitted and Lucian gave him a gentle squeeze.
"It’s alright. We’ll find out more together. We can ask Sam for some clarification tomorrow, alright? Everything will be okay, you will be okay, we’ll figure it out together." Cass took a deep breath, surprised by how much those words meant to him at the moment. "Now, I want you to not be so gentle. Touch it more. It’s your body. Touch it like you would your balls or dick, alright? It’s not going to run away." Lucian said and Cass swallowed.
"But...what if it does?" Cass asked. It was a very real question for Cass. Especially given that it hadn’t been there, probably, just the day before. Lucian paused.
"Well, if that happens, I know what to do to make it come back." Lucian said, no hesitation. Cass blushed.
"You..." Cass started, before trailing off and shaking his head. Instead, he turned his attention back to what was going on below him. Cass hesitated before he reached towards his...body and touched the warm, wet...hole again.
It wasn’t exactly a hole, but how the hell else was he supposed to call it? He’d never seen a vagina before! He’d never wanted to! He’d turned his nose up at straight porn, and had never needed gay porn if he wanted to get off. He’d never even seen a birthing video, and he’d never changed a diaper before.
"This is so fucking weird." Cass whispered, touching the weird thing below him. What made it worse and weirder was that he could feel a pulse below. He knew what he was touching was his own body, but he didn’t know enough about it to know what he was touching.
He’d forgotten everything he’d learned in sex ed. Never thought he’d need it.
"Alright. You’re doing great. What you’re touching are the lips, or the opening to the vagina. Another term that I’ve learned recently that I quite enjoy, is the pussy." Lucian said and Cass nearly choked.
Pussy was that old of a term?
"You know the word pussy?" Cass asked and Lucian seemed surprised to hear Cass say it.
"You do too? Great! This will make it easier." Lucian shifted slightly, cupping Cass’ balls more tenderly. "Alright, what I want you to do is trace it with your finger. Figure out the outline of it. You don’t need to put your fingers inside of it for now, but you should at the very least, know the shape of it. All pussy’s are different. Just like each cock is different for men." Cass felt out of his depth.
"This is a very strange moment right now." Cass admitted and Lucian chuckled.
"I can’t lie and say that this isn’t strange, but I’m enjoying it since I’m with you." Lucian said and Cass gave him a blushing glare.
"Flattery won’t get you anywhere." He warned and Lucian grinned.
"It got me here, didn’t it?" Lucian said with a cheeky grin and Cass wanted to huff, but couldn’t exactly argue.
Cass turned his attention away from Lucian and began to focus on what he was tasked with. With shaky fingers, Cass began to trace his...pussy and found that the outer part of it was wet, smooth, and had a slightly oblong shape. Like a strange, pinched circle with a soft point at each end. Pointing towards his balls and his asshole.
"Okay. I’ve traced it. It’s...oblong in shape? It’s also soft and smooth and wet." Cass told him and Lucian nodded.
"Did you notice anything different about it?" He asked and Cass traced it again, a little less terrified the second time, and shook his head.
"No? Am I supposed to?" Cass asked and Lucian made a thoughtful look. He glanced down at Cass’ body, before he met Cass’ gaze in the mirror.
"Huh. That’s...interesting. May I? I won’t insert anything into you, I just want to trace the edge like you just did." Lucian asked. He seemed that he could back down if Cass said no.
Swallowing, Cass blinked a few times, took a deep breath and nodded.
"Y-You can." He agreed, knowing that this was a big thing. Lucian knew this as well. He pressed a soft kiss against his hair.
"Thank you for trusting me, Cass." Cass gripped onto his other arm as it slid down his body and past Cass’ cock and balls. Cass watched his hands move as they slid lower, pausing for a moment before with a much firmer touch than Cass was touching himself with, traced the edge of Cass’ pussy.
Cass turned his head away, unable to watch him as his body shivered, shaking. The soft, small sound that left his lips had him quaking. Holy. Shit.
It hadn’t felt like that when Cass had touched himself, but as soon as Lucian did, it was like his pussy was a giant, sensitive nerve and Lucian had poked it firmly.
"Cass?" Lucian asked, worried, and Cass shivered, biting his lip.
"W-What was that?" Cass asked, his voice a whisper and Lucian finally got a sense of what Cass had just experienced through their bond. Lucian froze, his chest rumbling for a second before he cleared his throat.
"I was checking to see if you had the little thing at the top of the pussy that women normally have. It doesn’t appear that you do, but I don’t think that’ll matter much. You’re...leaking all over, Cass." Lucian’s voice was rough, and Cass shuddered.
"There’s a nub at the top of the pussy? What’s the top?" Cass asked and Lucian let out a harsh breath.
"The top would be near where your balls are, away from the ass." He said as if the words he were speaking were trying to hold onto his sanity. Cass nodded, gripping onto his arm tightly. "I’m pulling my hand away now, Cass." Lucian warned and Cass nodded. Lucian’s hand slid back up Cass’ body, resting on his chest like it had before, but Cass wasn’t an idiot.
The mood had shifted, and both men sat there, their chests heaving. Cass licked his lips.
"We...can’t continue, can we?" Cass asked, turning his head to look up at Lucian innocently. Lucian groaned.
"Fuck. Don’t look at me like that, Cass. I’m going to fucking spill in my pants." Lucian warned and Cass winced, turning his gaze downwards. Lucian cursed again. "Fuck." He muttered, before he pulled Cass closer against him and Cass sucked in as Lucian’s lips crashed into his own.
Lucian practically swallowed him up, his hand leaving Cass’ balls, sliding up to tilt Cass’ head back and open Cass’ mouth. The hand on his chest kept him in place as Lucian plundered Cass’ mouth. Cass’ knees tilted, collapsing inwards as Lucian closed their legs collectively, bringing his legs and Cass’ legs inwards towards the bench.
Cass was gasping for breath in between each kiss, his mind getting lost in the haze of desire that filled him. His hands were all over Lucian at first. Gently touching him, patting him, unsure what he was supposed to do with his hands as Lucian seemed so focused. He knew exactly what to do to mess Cass up on every level. Finally, Cass figured out what to do. One hand sank into Lucian’s hair to hold on for dear life, his nails tangling in the long, black strands in a way that had Lucian’s chest rumbling against Cass’ back in a way that told him that he was pleased with Cass’ action.
The other landed on Lucian’s hand on his chest. He was gripping onto it helplessly, his nails scraping against his flesh there as the soft whimpers left his lips. Lucian spun his hand, interlocking their fingers so that his hand was under Lucian’s as he pressed it against his chest.
Cass wasn’t sure for how long they kissed, but it was long enough that Cass knew that he’d made a damn mess on the towel, his body was shaking, and his cock ached.
Lucian’s lips glistened, a tantalizing treat that had Cass reaching up and pressing his lips against them even after Lucian had pulled away. Lucian, dazed, slowly curled his lips up as he pulled away.
"Sweetness, we can’t." Lucian said and Cass blinked, before he made a little urgent noise in the back of his throat. Lucian swallowed. "Cass." He put a little bit of force behind his words and Cass pouted.
"Just a little bit more." Cass whispered and Lucian closed his eyes, sighing heavily.
"I am not about to make an enemy out of Edgar. He can smell you, remember, Sweetness? He’s already in a terrible mood, for very valid reasons, but I don’t want to rub it in. We were doing an education session, remember? I feel like the only next step would be penetration, and you’ve said no to that. Unless you want to test me and make me watch you penetrate yourself in the mirror?" Lucian suggested, his breath panting and rough.
That finally shook Cass from his haze.
Cass gasped, coming to and Lucian let out a soft, but relieved breath.
"Oh my god." Cass whispered, glancing up at Lucian. Lucian smirked.
"You look good enough that I’d make a deal with a demon." Lucian said. "Can I make a deal with you, Sweetness? A life-long one?" Cass was still scrambling for his sanity so it took a moment to realise what Lucian had said.
He gasped.
"Lucian Draken!" He hissed, and Lucian grinned like a little boy.
"Oh, that’s really cute. Call me by my full name again." Lucian whispered, giving Cass another kiss.
It was another five minutes before either one of them got themselves untangled from each other.