It felt like something had finally gotten through to them. Did Cass know what it was? No, but he could tell that both men had shifted slightly.
Maybe it was when Cass broke down, sobbing, his shoulders shaking because he was frustrated. Frustrated that his body was on fire. His cock was hard, twitching, aching. Begging for them to just...touch him. Hell, even breathe on him.
He was also frustrated that he was the only one showing skin. The only one who was being embarrassed like this. The only one who felt like he was on display for their amusement. No one would deny that was the case.
While they were saying this was for Cass’ benefit, Cass wasn’t fucking blind. He could see how they looked at him, and felt how they touched him. This might have started as an ’example’ for Cass, but it had gone too damn far at this point.
The premise of this being so that Cass could understand that he was ’attractive’ had long since gone out the window.
Cass stared at the flushed faced, pink-lipped, red-eyed twink that was reflected back in the mirror at him and even as his chest heaved, his body begging for release of any kind. Cass had to begrudgingly agree that in his current state? If someone who looked like him, like Cassian had flung themselves at him and begged, pleaded for their help?
Yeah, Cass would help them.
So why the fuck hadn’t these-these monsters given in to Cass’ pleading?
The desperate tears running down his flushed cheeks, the soft, pitiful noises that left Cass lips and the two different hands moving across his bare body made Cass feel like a damn historical painting. It was annoying, and Cass could feel that he was reaching his actual breaking point.
His head fell forward, his emotions surging in his chest as something snapped inside of him. Whatever they had planned? Whatever this was supposed to be? Cass knew it had failed. He didn’t feel prettier. He didn’t feel handsome. He felt fucking resigned. Upset. Ignored.
His thighs burned from where they were held open and he stared down at the sheet below him as two wet spots formed, then two more. He couldn’t even hear what Lucian and Edgar were saying to him, too upset with everything to think properly.
His shoulders shook, caving in on himself. He could feel the arms tugging at him, pulling at him, but Cass didn’t care. None of this was made easier by Lucian jerking his gaze up, his tear-filled eyes spilling over and down his cheeks as he met the startled, alarmed gaze of the men who had been angry at him.
This was supposed to be a punishment, wasn’t it? Well, Cass felt humiliated. He felt put in his place. If this was what they had intended, they had gotten it.
"Cass? Are you crying?" Lucian asked, horror lacing his words. Cass let out a loud sob, wanting to pull away from him but he couldn’t. The man was a dragon, and he was just an...amalgamation of different bloodlines. He wasn’t able to do so.
"Y-You’ve made your point. Can you just leave me alone now?" Cass sobbed, and Cass heard Edgar swear.
"Shit." His voice was soft and it only made more tears spill from Cass’ eyes. Hot, angry, defeated tears. Lucian looked like he had shoved his whole fucking leg into his mouth.
"Cass, were you not enjoying this?" Lucian asked, his orange eyes wide, uncomprehending. Cass felt his face twist, could tell how ugly he looked from the fucking mirror.
"How could I be enjoying this when neither of you fucks would touch me properly? Or let me do it myself?" Cass rasped, his voice catching, hiccupping, and only making him feel worse. Lucian’s nostrils flared, his eyes dropping immediately to the aching, throbbing dick between Cass’ legs. He was leaking everywhere, a damn puddle beneath him. He’d emitted enough pre-cum that he should have cum several times but that wasn’t the case.
He had been robbed of the satisfaction, the happy chemicals. They had robbed him, and Cass wanted to glare at Lucian, wanted to throw a fit, but that anger drained out of him quickly.
"Just...let me go." Cass whispered, broken. That was when Edgar’s body hit Cass’ completely, wrapping around him in a hug so tight that Cass thought he wasn’t going to be able to breathe on top of everything else.
"I’m so sorry." Edgar apologised. Cass couldn’t look at him because of the way that Lucian was holding him, but he didn’t want to look at him either. "I’m sorry Cass. I didn’t-I thought you were having a good time." Edgar whispered. Edgar had an excuse of some sort, even if it was flimsy, but Lucian?
He didn’t have the same excuse.
He didn’t come up with one either.
One moment Cass was crying on his own, his body twisting, his shoulders heaving with his emotions, the next? Lucian’s lips were on his own, coaxing, gentle, kissing Cass with a desire that was tinged with desperation.
Cass protested, of course. He was mad, he was upset. He was hurt that they had touched him for however long this torture had been going on but neither of them had realised what Cass had wanted. They had only cared about themselves and it was...it wasn’t like them.
That was probably what hurt the most.
So no, Cass was not receptive to the kiss right away. He kept his lips hard, firm against the gentle coaxing of the dragon before him. Even as Edgar peppered his shoulders with kisses.
"Cass, I’m sorry. Am I allowed to touch you now? We just got lost in touching you. I’m sorry." Edgar’s apologies echoed in Cass’ ears as the man kept speaking, the words pouring out of him. Cass made a soft noise of complaint in his throat, his tears still spilling down his cheeks.
Lucian turned his head more, making it so that Cass couldn’t see his reflection anymore. Lucian focused on him, his hands sliding up Cass’ body to hold onto his head, his fingers sliding back behind Cass’ ears, rubbing against the base of his skull. The perfect control spot for Lucian to angle Cass’ head any way that he wanted. Devour him.
Lucian didn’t do that though. He kept his kiss desperate, anxious, but he didn’t push for more. He wasn’t forcing his way in, he wasn’t trying to push through Cass’ defenses. That almost made it worse. Now?
Now he was being considerate of Cass? Now he was being thoughtful? Too fucking late, bud! Cass was pissed! He was...being kissed by a man who wasn’t great with apologies, but Cass could feel that he was apologetic through his lips. Edgar wouldn’t shut the fuck up and Cass...Cass could feel himself folding.
It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was happening. His spine was softening, the defeat, and pain were slowly leaching out of his body. That didn’t mean he forgot what they had done, but the sting was slowly being sucked away from him by Lucian’s soft lips and Edgar’s muffled, pained words.
Cass pulled slightly at Lucian’s hands, tilting his head back, needing a moment to breathe, speak, and Lucian gave it to him. He let Cass escape, but just an inch. He rubbed his nose against Cass’, soft, affectionate, and Cass felt the shaky breath leave his lips.
"You’re assholes." Cass whispered. Lucian let out a shaky breath of his own.
"We got carried away." Lucian admitted, his orange gaze filled with sorrow. "I never wanted to hurt you." Lucian sounded like he wanted to throw up. "Never. Never wanted that." Lucian whispered, his gaze dropping to Cass’ lips. "I’m sorry." Lucian’s quiet words, their breaths mixing did something to Cass.
Edgar squeezed Cass again, a reminder that he was there as well.
"Can we make it up to you? Please? I need to do something for you." Edgar was begging and it was surprising to Cass that they had flipped positions inside while outwardly looking like nothing had changed at all.
"If you promise to never do this again." Cass’ voice was devoid of emotion as he said what he did. Something hard in his chest. A bowling ball of emotion, tight and painful, sitting there. He hadn’t liked this. He had thought that maybe there was a part of him that could have, but it had been killed when his torture hadn’t been awarded anything good.
Edgar flinched. Lucian flinched, but both men agreed readily.
"We won’t." Lucian breathed. "We won’t do this again." He promised.
"I’d rather prick my dick with a hot iron then do this again." Edgar promised and Cass was a little startled by the other man’s words.
"A hot iron?" Cass repeated and Edgar pressed another kiss to his shoulder.
"A torture method used by the Vespertine family." Edgar told him. Cass shivered, horrified.
"I don’t plan to go that far." Cass muttered and Edgar didn’t say anything for a moment.
"Can we make it up to you? We spoke of something earlier, can Lucian and I do that for you now? Show you that we can be less selfish?" Edgar begged, his arms shaking. Cass realised he was trembling and it hit Cass. Right.
It had been a fucking whirlwind of emotions since Fiona had disappeared. Edgar was afraid to be in the bad books again. Lucian was probably terrified of it as well.
"I need my rest." Cass started, and felt both men twitch. "So if you plan something, make it quick so that I can actually get some sleep." Cass had no idea what time it was, and while what he said was true, there was another part that was speaking for him as well.
He was interested in what they had promised earlier. He wanted to experience it, but he needed to put a time limit on it. They had already proven that they were tenacious. Unrelenting. Cass was just a fucking guy compared to them.
A recovering guy, still technically ill. They were putting him through the ringer, but he also didn’t want to end the night with such a sour taste in his mouth.
"Of course. Of course, Cass. We’ll do anything you say." Edgar breathed and Cass twitched. He wasn’t so certain that he liked the sounds of that, but...it was a start.
A start of his damn doom, maybe.