"They are already aware of what kind of relationship we have. You haven’t been exactly subtle, Cassian Blackburn." Cass was in trouble. He knew what being called by his first name meant, but a full name?
Edgar’s eyes flashed, and he pulled Cass’ head down to face him just long enough for Cass to feel the weight of his gaze. Then he pulled it back again until all Cass could see was the ceiling. He could feel how the other man was kissing his neck though. Cass knew he was hard, and the soft, needy sounds leaving his mouth were nothing he could control. Not in this situation.
"I-I thought I was." Cass breathed and Edgar growled, his teeth sinking into Cass’ throat. Cass whimpered, his body responding. Cass felt his face warm as something warm and wet grew between his legs. Fuck, that was so damn embarrassing. He felt Edgar pause before he heard him sniff carefully.
Cass closed his eyes, embarrassed.
"Did you really think you were being subtle? I thought I was going fucking crazy, Cass. I was trying to be on my best behaviour. You’re the one who provoked me." Edgar warned, nibbling more on Cass’ throat. "This fucking column of warm marble was too damn tempting. You’re too pretty. It annoys me when others look at you." Edgar rumbled and Cass let out a choked laugh.
"I’m nowhere near as pretty as you are." Cass breathed. Edgar settled his weight more firmly on Cass, his hips and ass in alignment with Cass’. Cass hissed out a breath as Edgar rocked his hips, rubbing against his hard on.
"Oh, look what we have here? I guess our lordship isn’t completely lying." It was such a dirty phrase to say that Cass found himself gasping, forcing his body to turn and look at Edgar. Going against the tight hold he had in his hair.
He was sure his expression was shocked as Edgar pulled back far enough to meet Cass’ stunned gaze.
"Don’t you ever say that to me again." Cass told him and Edgar blinked, before a slow, devious grin crossed his lips. He leaned in closer to Cass’ face, their noses practically touching.
"Why? Does Cass get embarrassed when I call him a lord? What’s wrong with that?" He asked, his voice whisper-soft. Cass swallowed.
"You aren’t of lower status than me. It’s...weird." Edgar’s grin was nasty as he ground his ass against Cass’ crotch. Cass closed his eyes, clenching his teeth as the feeling was overwhelming.
"I think you like it too much, that’s the problem." Edgar said instead and Cass let out a hiss between his clenched teeth. That wasn’t it. Cass’ stomach had dropped at being called a lordship. He really, really didn’t like the stories where the servant and the lord got involved. It was too much of a power imbalance for Cass to enjoy it.
"It’s an abuse of power." Cass told him, huffing as Edgar kept rolling his hips. "Edgar, please. This is-" Cass cut off, halting himself from making a moan too loud. Edgar chuckled, leaning in close and pressing his lips against Cass’ jaw, near the base of his neck. His whispered words were enough to make Cass’ cock jerk in his pants.
"You can beg more, Cass, but I’m not feeling very nice. How do you feel about a little rub session here? I’ll make sure to feed you, so then are you going to let me feed too?" Cass felt his breathing stop, his whole body tense. Holy. Shit.
"Y-You want to feed?" Cass could barely get the words out. Edgar’s lips rubbed against Cass’ throat, so tempting, so tantalizing. So threatening.
"I’ve been feeling terrible. I forgot to feed today and I’ve been on my best behaviour. I still remember how your blood tasted that one time. Can I have another little taste?" His tongue darted out, wetting Cass’ throat.
Cass could feel his pulse there, no doubt Edgar could feel the same.
Edgar’s hips still moved and Cass had to make a judgement call before things went too far.
"Not here." Cass whispered. "For the love of everything holy, not fucking here, Edgar." Cass warned, and Edgar gave Cass’ throat a quick nip. Nothing sharp, nothing painful, but a warning all the same.
Edgar pulled back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. God, he was too fucking pretty for Cass to think properly.
"Where then?" He asked, his voice husky. Cass licked his lips. He was sure they were swollen. It was obvious what they had been doing. Fuck, fuck!
"The carriage." Cass mumbled, his lips feeling full, his face flushed. Edgar’s eyes curled up.
"You aren’t worried about-"
"We’re both magic users. We can do something to prevent others from hearing or seeing." Cass told him and the man smirked. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Cass’. Kissing him long and deep. He took his time plundering Cass’ mouth until Cass could barely form a thought.
"I’ll go tell the attendant what I want. You, my dear Cass, can wait here like the good boy I’ve been today." Edgar pulled away, a victorious smirk to his face. He looked more like an incubus then Cass feared he could ever pull off. The flushed pink cheeks, the wet lips and the pretty blue eyes. Cass let out a shaky breath as the man slowly got off of him, his own erection visible.
Cass shuddered, slowly pulling himself up into a sitting position.
"Edgar, are you sure you’re alright?" Cass asked, giving a pointed look to his crotch. Edgar laughed, waving his hand and saying a quick chant before the air around him shifted and it was like his pants were brand new. No obvious outline, nothing.
"We’re magic users, remember, Cass? I’ll be back. Be good." Edgar warned, pointing a finger at him from the doorway before he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.
Cass found himself lying back down on the loveseat, his hands sliding up to cover his face. What the fuck was that? What the hell had he done? He’d been so focused on the fun of teasing him that he forgot what the consequences of teasing him meant.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Cass was so unbelievably hard he didn’t even know what to do with himself, and he knew the reason why. As soon as Edgar had brought up that he was hungry and wanted a bite? Cass had never felt such a thrill run through his body.
Cass had been like that about Edgar’s fangs the whole time. Was it because he had a biting kink? Was this something he was learning about himself? And why did he let Edgar pull and push him around? Was Cass weak to pleasure, or was that a sex demon thing?
Fuck, he’d meant to look more into that stuff later tonight, but clearly he should have looked into it sooner! Cass groaned, rubbing his hands into his face.
What chant had Edgar said to hide his boner?
~
This time, Cass was the nervous one when he stepped out of the room, glancing around for Byron and Edgar.
"He’s at the front desk, my Lord." Byron’s voice nearly made Cass jump out of his skin, and then his face warmed more. Yeah, there was no fucking way Byron hadn’t heard everything. Which meant Byron’s next words were slightly surprising, but warranted. "While it is not my place to say so, I do think you have earned your punishment." Byron said. Cass let out a bitter laugh.
"You think so?" Cass asked, huffing as he began to move back through the shop, heading for where Edgar was.
"I have eyes, my Lord. You were getting more and more antagonistic. If it was Sam and I? I would have pounced on him sooner. Lord Edgar held out far longer than I would give him credit for." Byron told him softly, no judgement in his tone. It was rather flat, which only made Cass more embarrassed.
"Ah shit." Cass mumbled, feeling conflicted.
"I can help with the enchantments, if you would like." Byron offered and Cass flushed.
"You’re going to tell Lucian about this, aren’t you?" Cass glanced at him and Byron was smiling slightly. He met Cass’ gaze, his black eyes slowly blinking.
"I won’t have to. Your bond will rat you out. I’ll get started on the enchantments." He said, slipping away from Cass as Edgar and the attendant who had been in their room with them came into view. Edgar sensed them, turning to catch Cass’ eye. He smiled.
"Ah, perfect! I was unaware of which of the shirt sets you wanted for Lucian. I was about to go get you." Cass had a feeling he was lying slightly, but Cass didn’t let it bother him. He had a feeling that if he hadn’t moved from the room Edgar would have slipped back in and teased him again.
Cass tried not to think about how much his body seemed to like that thought.
Cass came to a stop next to Edgar, glancing over the catalog before quickly picking out what he wanted for Lucian and for Gideon. Cass tried not to stiffen as he felt Edgar shift slightly, touching his lower back. This was what Cass had been doing to the man all day. He had to be able to take what he had given.
Even if Cass could feel how the attendants were staring at Cass’ flushed face in shock.
They finished their purchases and Edgar did not remove his hand from Cass’ back. It was a warning and a threat. Cass let him, leaving the shop with him in tow and Byron already had the carriage pulled up in front of the storefront. He was muttering to himself, waving his hands in front of the carriage as magic flowed from his hands. Cass could sense the flow faintly, watching the man work.
"What is Byron doing?" Edgar whispered into Cass’ ear and Cass shuddered.
"He’s working on enchantments." Cass admitted. Edgar remained silent for a moment before he chuckled.
"He’s a good one, Cass." He told Cass and Cass wanted to deny it, but instead he sighed.
"He is." He agreed bitterly and that only drew Byron and Edgar’s attention. Byron gave another soft smile, winked, and that drew laughter from Edgar.
"Come on then. Time for us to head ’home’." Edgar said and Cass felt his pulse pick up in his chest.
Ah shit. This was...this was going to be something he had never experienced before. He was already feeling strange about it, but in a good way. Fuck.