"You haven’t done this often, right?" Cass asked, nervous as hell as they got into the carriage. The door wasn’t even closed when the words left Cass’ mouth. He remembered them talking about it, but he needed to be sure.
Edgar gave him a strange look, surprised that Cass had asked before his expression melted into a playboy smile.
"I haven’t done it often, no. Certainly never with someone I wanted to be careful with." Edgar told him. Cass let out a gust of air from his lungs, his body slamming down onto the carriage cushion a little too hard. Edgar’s smile reached his eyes as he scanned Cass’ anxious body.
Cass had purposefully sat on the bench opposite of him, knowing damn well that that wasn’t going to last for long. However, Edgar didn’t seem to mind. Settling in across from him as Byron closed the door behind them. Cass wiped his nervous hands on his pants, aware that someone like Edgar could probably hear his heartbeat right now.
"You...want to be careful with me?" Cass asked, glancing at the other man. It was Edgar’s turn to be teasing, and Edgar seemed to be enjoying this completely.
"Of course I do! I would never want to hurt you. Just...taste you a little." Edgar told him. Cass swallowed. His mind was racing with all the information he had from his word about vampires. He wondered what was true for vampires of this realm. God, his mind was fucking blanking on what he’d read in the damn compendium of demons.
He knew he’d read something, but he’d only glanced over it. He was kicking himself for not taking research more seriously. Damn world problems, getting in his damn way of being a book nerd.
There were too many things that could come from this. Edgar’s bite could hurt, it could not hurt. He could pass out, he could stay awake. He could get turned on, he could writhe in pain. Cass was working himself up and Edgar could tell. His eyes had been scanning Cass and noticing how his breathing was growing ragged with worry as time ticked on, his face flushing and his hand rubbing against his thighs.
"Cass." Edgar’s voice was gentle, soft. "Come here." Cass’ head jerked up at Edgar’s voice. He was ready to protest, fight back, but it all faded when he caught the way that Edgar was looking at him.
It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t even anger. He was just...looking at Cass, eager, happy, pleased. Cass gulped. Shit.
Cass let out a shaky breath, getting up carefully and reaching out for Edgar’s offered hand. As soon as his hand touched it, Edgar gave it a squeeze and gently pulled Cass towards him. Cass went, worried as Edgar chuckled. He led Cass forward until Cass found himself crawling into Edgar’s lap. An eerily similar position that Cass had found himself in before, but his thighs were on either side of his hips, his legs spread and Edgar was staring up at him.
There was something in his gaze that made Cass uncomfortable. Cass wasn’t sure what the look was, but it made his stomach all tingly and his cock twitched.
"You look worried, Cass. What’s on your mind? And not just a regular worry." Edgar’s voice was soft, kind. Cass exhaled shakily.
"I...I’m worried how it’s going to feel." Cass admitted. Edgar’s eyes softened. He reached up, placing a hand on the side of Cass’ neck. Cass flinched, but let Edgar keep his hand there. Edgar watched him.
"Are you worried it’s going to hurt?" He asked and Cass gave a quick nod.
"I...there is too much lore in my head from my world and what they thought vampires would be like, that I’m panicking." Cass admitted. Edgar wrapped his other arm around Cass’ waist, pulling him in close. Edgar bent, pressing a kiss against Cass’ throat. Cass shivered.
"You are too sweet." Edgar whispered. "From what I remember it’s a slight pain before...it doesn’t hurt anymore. If you get worried, or something changes, you are free to tap my shoulder. But, I can say that no one complained about my bite before." Edgar told him. He wasn’t bragging, he was trying to soothe Cass.
That small difference made Cass’ stomach tighten more. He shifted on Edgar’s lap, his hands sliding up to Edgar’s shoulders and holding on. Edgar smiled.
"You will stop?" He asked and Edgar nodded. He licked his lips.
"I’m hungry, but fresh blood is potent. I don’t need a lot of it." Edgar told him and Cass nodded.
"I’ll remember that." Cass told him. Edgar smiled.
"So that you can feed me again?" He asked, teasing and Cass furrowed his brows, annoyed.
"So that I have enough food tucked away for you." Cass told him and Edgar chuckled. He pulled Cass closer, his gaze scanning Cass’ face before they settled on his lips. He gave Cass plenty of warning before he slid his lips against Cass’, kissing him slowly, carefully. His tongue was barely involved, just little taps against Cass’ lips that had his hips wiggling against Edgar’s.
Cass felt a little dazed, his head foggy when he felt Edgar’s fangs descend into his mouth. Cass couldn’t stop the little sound of surprise that left him and Edgar shuddered. The kiss got deeper, more dangerous now that Edgar’s sharp fangs were involved. When Cass got bold and rubbed his tongue against them, both men shuddered.
They both pulled back shortly after that, panting. Cass was sure he looked like a mess while Edgar looked hot as well. Sin on a level that Cass still had a hard time grappling with. A hot vampire prince.
Cass’ cock twitched.
Edgar’s hand slid around Cass’ throat, stroking, petting, getting Cass all worked up.
"Are you ready, Cass?" Edgar asked, his fangs descended. Cass had a hard time tearing his eyes away from them.
"I-I think so." Cass rasped, unsure but wanting to try. He was...too interested at this point to turn away. Edgar chuckled.
"Good. I was worried you’d be too scared still. Come here babe. Let me taste you." Cass shivered, his voice and his words doing something dangerous inside of Cass. Edgar’s fingers undid a few of Cass’ buttons on his shirt, pushing his clothing back to give him full access to Cass’ throat. His hands were both on his back, holding him carefully and delicately like he meant something to the man.
Cass let out a soft gasp when Edgar’s lips kissed Cass’ throat. He had kind of expected the man to go for it right away, sinking his fangs in, just to get it done. Instead the man was kissing his skin, licking, tasting, savoring. Cass was a puddle in his arms. The soft breaths leaving his lips sounding a little too much like moans for his own sanity.
He was thankful that Edgar didn’t make a comment on it, especially when Cass would get more vocal when his fang would graze his skin.
"I’m going in, Cass." Edgar’s voice was soft, sweet, and Cass exhaled sharply. His hands twitched on his shoulders, his head nodding slightly. He was giving him permission.
Cass could not have prepared himself for the feeling even if he had tried.
The silent scream left Cass’ mouth, his fingers fluttering on Edgar’s shoulders as his fangs sunk into Cass’ throat. Something entered his bloodstream. That was the only answer Cass had for the violent way his body was reacting.
Cass was as hard as if he was in heat, his cock straining against the seams of his pants as Edgar moaned, pulling deeply from the wound on Cass’ neck. Cass somehow found his voice only to whimper as Edgar’s fangs sunk in deeper, Edgar’s tongue lapping at the skin inside of the suction pocket he’d made. Cass’ hands slid from his shoulders to his neck, holding on, frantic as the man turned him into a damn pile of need.
It wasn’t painful in the way Cass thought it was going to be. It was painful in the way that Cass needed more. He needed...everything.
He needed Edgar to touch him, stroke him, suck on him while he brought him to climax. Cass’ own voice echoed in his ears, the soft, needy sounds things that Cass had only heard when he’d had Lucian and Edgar with him last time.
"Holy fuck." Cass cried, grasping onto Edgar, his fingers feeling like claws. Edgar didn’t react, his focus on Cass and the blood that was filling his mouth. Cass could tell that he was hard too, the length rubbing against Cass’ own. It was only a small relief. Cass would have felt extremely embarrassed if he was the only one getting hard at this moment.
He probably would never let him do it again if that was the case.
Edgar finally pulled his fangs from Cass’ throat, but that didn’t mean it was over. Cass’ legs were jelly, his arms feeling weak as the man lapped at the wounds on his throat. It felt like he was tending to him, Edgar’s own arms trembling slightly where they held him.
When Edgar’s head finally came up, a little bit of blood on his lips, Cass felt his cock twitch. He was the one who pulled Edgar in for a kiss, the slight metallic taste from his own blood spurring him on more.
Somehow, he found himself on his back, Edgar above him, his eyes glowing such a bright blue that it was almost painful to look at.
"You’re so fucking delicious." Edgar told him, his voice heavy. "I could sip on you every day and never get tired." Edgar’s words felt rushed, frantic. Like he wasn’t even fully aware he was saying them.
"Fuck. Touch me." Cass whispered, his hands rushing towards Edgar’s pants. Edgar’s eyes widened, before he growled, tearing at his pants and tearing at Cass’ until their cocks were bare. Edgar wrapped his hand around them, jerking them as he leaned forward, licking at the still bleeding wound on Cass’ throat. Cass whimpered, his hips moving up and into Edgar’s hand eagerly.
"You’re so fucking sexy." Edgar growled. Cass didn’t agree, but now was not the time to argue. He was too turned on to argue, too frantic to care. He needed Edgar, and he needed to cum. Those were the only things on his mind.
Cass’ cry as he came was swallowed by the other man, Edgar switching to kissing Cass again as both men jerked and twitched, cum probably covering Cass’ clothes but he couldn’t give a damn. His cock pulsing in the other man’s hands, his lips against his own was all he cared about.
Even the post nut clarity couldn’t get to him yet.