"What do you want to say?" Edgar asked, curious. His hands were still on Cass’ knees, practically kneading them. Cass was getting a little...twitchy from the touch.
"This is a serious thing, and I know it’s a bit unfair for me to ask, but I am going to anyways. It’s better for everyone to know, and Cass and I have already spoken about it." Cass swallowed, knowing with certainty that Lucian was going to speak about his plans. Edgar furrowed his brow.
"Okay. What is it?" He asked and Lucian sighed.
"I’m planning to break my bond with Cass. The current one. I’m going to be away from everyone soon, for probably two months. That’ll give me enough time to break the bond with Cass so that we can form a new one, a better one not made through coercion on Fiona’s part. Cass and I will not be going further than my amazing tongue and fingers. I am hoping, and I know it’s a big ask, that you two do not go further than that until I get back either." Lucian said.
Edgar sat, shocked, as he glanced between Cass and Lucian. Cass, finally having enough energy to move his hands, covered his face. It was an embarrassing thing to hear again.
"Did you agree? Are you going to be his bond partner?" Edgar asked and Cass flinched.
"I...I haven’t agreed but...I would like it if we didn’t seal the deal as we are now." Cass whispered. Lucian rumbled.
"Ah, there is hope still. Good." Lucian sounded extremely pleased and when Cass peeked between his fingers at Edgar, he was still in shock.
"You want me to refrain from touching him for two months?" Edgar asked slowly and Cass felt his breath catch. When he looked at Lucian, the man’s gaze had narrowed slightly.
"I...I know it’s a big ask, and I’m not saying you two can’t touch each other just...don’t go the whole way? I want to be here when Cass experiences his first penetration. I want to feel it with him. I want to fuck him at the same time." Cass sucked in. The deep rumble of Lucian’s voice as he said those words penetrated to Cass’ core.
He could hear both men inhale, pause, and then inhale again, but deeper. Lucian’s smile was almost sinister as he glanced at Cass.
"You liked that?" Lucian asked, his voice sweet and Cass flinched.
"S-Shut up." Cass muttered. Edgar gave his knees a squeeze.
"You want that? You want to be stuck in between Lucy and I? His cock in your ass, and your cock in mine?" Edgar asked. Cass felt like his face was going to explode just from the words alone.
"Uh, um, I hadn’t really thought that far." Cass whispered and Edgar’s hands squeezed his knees.
"Baby, it’s okay to admit that you want it. I’ve admitted already today how much I want to feel you inside of me." Edgar told him and combined with the nickname, Cass had to squeeze his thighs together.
"And I’ve admitted today how much I want to be inside of you, Sweetness." Lucian told him, speaking directly into Cass’ ear. Cass let out a shaky breath. He was glad that they were so open with their emotions, but Cass was still scared shitless. He’d never had to deal with all of these kinds of emotions before, and honestly? The pleasure was overwhelming.
"I don’t know if I could handle it." Cass whispered. "I can barely handle Lucian licking my asshole, how can I manage anything else? I’m going to be a one pump chump." Cass sounded horrified as the words left his mouth.
Edgar froze, as did Lucian, before a bright smile crossed Edgar’s lips.
"Oh baby, that’s...that’s not something I’m worried about. You can fill me up with your seed. I know you recover quickly." Edgar told him, his eyes curling up with his smile, making him look far too damn handsome for what he was saying. Cass let out a shaky breath as Lucian pressed a kiss against his cheeks, not caring about Cass’ hands still covering his face.
"See? Edgar doesn’t mind. I wouldn’t care either. I like how easily you cum and how enthusiastically you cum too. Remember, Cass? You can order me to cum whenever you want too. If you want me to cum when you do, I will. Think about it. You fill up Edgar with your seed and I follow you. We fill each other up one after the other." Lucian’s whispered words were a damn siren’s call.
Cass let out a shaky, unstable breath as the image filled his mind. Edgar’s hips and ass under him, his cock buried inside of his ass. Lucian filling him from behind with one of his cocks. Hell, maybe even both, and filling Cass up from the inside. Cass’ eyes practically rolled back into his head at just the pleasure of the thought alone.
"Look at that. Someone seems to really like the idea." Edgar whispered, his hand moving from Cass’ knee to poke at the tent Cass was pitching in his second pair of pajamas. Cass let out a small whimper.
"Have you two already not done enough to me today?" Cass complained. "Stop provoking me. I can’t control this." Lucian at least looked a little apologetic, while Edgar’s blue gaze sparkled as he looked up at Cass from his knees.
"I’m sorry, baby. Did you not like it? Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to suck your cock while Lucian fucks you from behind with his tongue?" Edgar asked, his voice sweet. Cass sucked in, the visual potent in his mind’s eye.
Lucian rumbled beside him, and damn it, Cass could remember what that fucking felt like when he was buried deep in his ass.
"You’re a demon." Cass accused bitterly, his body reacting to their teasing. Edgar’s grin was infectious as he smiled up at Cass. Lucian leaned in, pressing a kiss against Cass’ throat.
"You didn’t say yes or no, Cass." Lucian teased and Cass grumbled.
"I don’t have strength in my legs." Cass protested. "We can’t do that, I can’t hold myself up right now. Look at me. I’m a damn doll on this couch. I can barely move from what both of you have done to me today." Cass frowned, trying to make his point hard, and heard, but he was sure the colour of his face and the scent in the air was enough to take any potency his words had, away.
Edgar’s hand grew a little more bold, his index finger poking the tip of Cass’ cock, rubbing circles in the fabric. Cass’ hips moved against his will, chasing the promised pleasure.
"I just think you’d taste really good right now, Cass. Or, do you want me to fuck you with my tongue and Lucian swallows your handsome cock?" Edgar asked. Cass flinched. "We can hold you up, Cass. All you have to do is take your pants off, bend over, and leave enough space for you to thrust your cock into my mouth. We can practise for when Lucy gets back. You said you were worried, didn’t you? Practice makes perfect." Edgar’s voice was so damn sweet. So damn tantalizing and cloying that Cass could barely think past his words.
"You liked my tongue in your ass, right Cass? I’ll purr for you again. I know how that drove you crazy. Edgar’s mouth is going to be so full from your seed." Lucian whispered and Cass couldn’t breathe.
This was a double-sided assault on Cass’ senses. He was getting tag teamed to get...tag teamed. Cass covered his face, hiding his eyes as Edgar continued his antics.
"I thought I was supposed to be the sex demon." Cass whispered after a few moments. Both Edgar and Lucian laughed.
"You are, Cassy Baby. You are, but we just want to make sure that our little sex demon doesn’t try to get his bowl filled elsewhere. We need to make sure we keep you nice and satiated." Lucian told him, pleased and Cass flinched.
"Where the hell else would I be going? Who else would want to touch me like you two do? I’m not attractive to others. They are terrified of me." Cass pointed out. He felt that he was pretty valid in his points. The ball had been a good example of how scared people had been of him.
However, it was clear from how the mood shifted that both Edgar and Lucian did not agree with him. Edgar’s smile was completely gone and he looked pissed. Lucian’s purr was also gone, and both men still had their glowing monster gazes, but Cass could tell that it wasn’t for anything good.
"Cass, I don’t know how you came to that conclusion, but everyone avoids you because of your grandfather and the rumours about you. Not because you aren’t handsome." Edgar started, his voice low. He sounded just as pissed as he looked and Cass felt a little...worried.
"I don’t believe you." Cass told him, and then felt a shiver run down his spine as Lucian rumbled. It sounded very, very threatening.
"Why would we lie to you?" Lucian asked, pissed and Cass opened his mouth and shoved his foot into it.
"Because you want to get into my pants?" Cass suggested. The sigh that left Edgar felt just as threatening as the rumble from Lucian’s chest. Along with the puff of smoke that left Lucian’s nostrils.
Lucian pushed Cass’ hands away from his face while Edgar stood up and grabbed Cass’ face in his hands. He forced Cass to meet his blue gaze, his expression stern.
"Are you serious right now?" Edgar asked softly. "After what I said to you today?" Edgar’s voice was full of this calmness that Cass knew wasn’t a good thing. Cass winced, his mouth opening before it closed quietly.
"I...um..." Cass trailed off, unsure what to even say in response. Lucian rumbled louder.
"If I just wanted to sleep with you, I wouldn’t be doing half of the fucking things I’m doing right now. I wouldn’t care for you, think about your feelings, or defend you, Cass." Lucian was pissed and Cass flinched.
"I-why are you two so upset?" Cass asked. "It’s okay. I’m fine not being attractive." Cass told them and Edgar’s expression shifted slightly. He squeezed Cass’ face, clearly being mindful of his strength because Cass knew he was stronger than he appeared.
"Being thin and underweight doesn’t mean that you aren’t attractive. You’re malnourished, not ugly. I doubt it’s even possible for you to be ugly, Cass. Despite everything, your birth father was handsome, and your mother was renowned for her beauty. Are you saying that two people like that created an unattractive child?" Edgar asked. Cass wasn’t sure how to respond.
"I uh, I don’t know? Maybe I’m just an extra freak because of the contract?" Cass asked. Lucian growled.
"I just want to pound it into your thick skull that you’re wrong. You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. Prettier than Fiona and Eddie." That had to be a lie. Cass scoffed at Lucian’s words.
"That’s simply not true. Edgar’s the prettiest person I’ve ever seen." Cass argued. Edgar blinked, surprised, while Lucian frowned.
"You think I’m pretty?" Edgar asked and Cass felt his face warm. This was so damn messy and he couldn’t figure out where everything went wrong. They’d been about to jump his bones, and now they were pissed with him.
It was bad that his body was still prepared, still ready for them to touch him. Shit.