Cass could barely breathe as he came down from his climax, his vision flickering as his body shivered.
He was barely aware of the large hands rubbing up and down his thighs, comforting him, petting him down from the orgasm that rocked his world. Edgar had pulled his fangs out of Cass’ throat, licking at the wound softly. His hands rubbing up and down Cass’ arms, lapping at the blood that was still weakly coming out of the wounds on Cass’ throat.
Cass shook, the soft, weak sounds leaving his lips completely against his control.
Lucian had pulled out of Cass, letting the man twitch and convulse on his own, a deep, rumbling purr coming from him. Cass knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was meant to be comforting, but Cass could barely function.
"You were so pretty, Cass." Edgar whispered. "So damn pretty and tasty." Cass would have blushed if he had the energy to do so. Instead, he just let out a shaky breath, his eyes loving to Edgar, but unseeing. Edgar smiled, brushing Cass’ hair out of his eyes with a gentle hand, his other still stroking up and down Cass’ arm.
It took another few minutes before Cass finally felt like himself. That orgasm had felt too big. Too consuming. Cass felt like a newborn fawn, scared and lost since he’d experienced it. Edgar noticed Cass coming back first, smiling widely, his fangs still out as Cass blinked, recognition in his gaze.
"Hey Baby. Are you feeling okay?" Edgar asked. Cass let out a shaky breath.
"I feel shaky." Cass admitted and Edgar gently stroked his hair.
"Okay. Do you want to lie down?" He asked and Cass nodded slightly. "Lucy, he wants to lie down." Edgar said, shifting off of Lucian’s chest. Cass wasn’t sure how, but he found himself gently being laid down on his back, Edgar and Lucian above him. Both men looked flushed, their eyes still glowing with desire but their touch was so tender it made tears form in Cass’ eyes.
Damn it, it did him no good that both men had confessed their love to him recently. That, and he’d had a really good, overwhelming orgasm. Cass felt like something was changing in him, and it was scary. Overwhelming.
Both men panicked when a few tears spilled over from Cass’ eyes, rolling down his cheeks and onto the bed below him.
"Cass? Are you hurt?" Edgar asked, his hand reaching for Cass’ cheek, trying to wipe away the tears. Lucian was much the same, reaching out to place a hand over Cass’ heart as if he was monitoring it, his expression growing concerned.
"Does it hurt anywhere, Sweetness? Are you sore? I’m sorry, I should have waited." Lucian was apologising without being prompted, and Cass wasn’t even sure what he was apologising for. Cass raised his hands, covering his eyes as he felt the tears continue to flow.
"I’m just feeling overwhelmed." Cass admitted. "That felt..." Cass sucked in a shaky breath, the words catching in his throat. He knew he had to explain it to them otherwise the two men were going to panic, but embarrassment held his tongue. He took in a few deep breaths, feeling Lucian’s hand on his chest rise and fall with each breath.
"Did it feel bad?" Edgar asked softly and Cass felt his face scrunch up. He shook his head in the negative and Edgar let out a breath. "Take your time. No rush, Baby." Edgar whispered and Cass knew that wasn’t really the case. Fuck. Lucian had promised to make him scream and what had he done? Cass had screamed, and cried, and came so hard he forgot who and where he was.
Was it embarrassing to tell them that? Yeah, but he should tell them that. He was going to tell them that. Miscommunication got them into this mess, and damn it, Cass didn’t want it to get worse. He was not Fiona.
"I really liked it." Cass whispered. The words were still stuck in his throat, so he wasn’t able to speak louder. He was just grateful that they both had great hearing. "It was really good. I liked it too much." Cass admitted, his face on fire. "I didn’t know I could feel that way." Lucian’s hand over Cass’ heart squeezed, before sliding across his chest. It wasn’t a provocative touch, more like a continuation of the soothing touch he’d given Cass while he was coming down.
"Sweetness, can you look at us?" Lucian asked softly and Cass hesitantly lowered his hands. He still had tears running down his cheeks, but staring up at the two, naked men made Cass let out a soft whimper.
Both men were hard still, but that didn’t even seem to register to them at the moment. Cass glanced between them as Edgar bent, pressing a kiss against Cass’ cheek.
"You liked it?" He asked and blushing heavily, Cass nodded. Edgar’s eyes curled up at the corners, a light flush across his cheeks as he stared at Cass, close in a way that should have bothered him, but instead made Cass’ heart flutter in his chest. "You like it when Lucy had his tongue and fingers buried deep inside of you?" Cass wanted to cover his face. His breath caught in his throat and all he could do was nod again.
"You liked it when Eddie had his fangs buried in your throat, taking deep pull after another from your throat?" Lucian asked and Cass slid his gaze quickly to the other man. His orange was fixed on Cass, his eyes following the trails he was running across Cass’ skin. Cass was a little embarrassed about how quickly his own cock was rising to the occasion.
Cass nodded again, his hands by his head, his toes curling against the sheets. Both men were close to him, one on each side. Lucian was to the right while Edgar was to the left while he was lying down. It was...strange but not. Comfortable in a way that Cass had a hard time putting his finger on.
The words escaped Cass’ lips before he could stop them.
"I’m going to miss you when you’re gone." Cass said quietly. He watched as Lucian’s eyes went wide, his hand pausing. Even Edgar looked caught by surprise. Cass wanted to take the words back immediately. "F-Forget I said that." Cass whispered immediately, but Lucian’s hand curled into a fist on Cass’ skin.
"No. You don’t get to take that back from me." Lucian’s voice had dipped. Going past that luscious, deep timber that had the hair of Cass’ body standing up and was now something more deeper, less humane.
It was from the draconic core of the man, his gaze so bright and inhuman when Cass met it that he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t need to.
Edgar pulled back, making space for Lucian to lean forward. He hovered above Cass’ face for a moment, his reptilian gaze glancing over every inch of Cass’ face before he dipped, kissing Cass on his lips. It was a slow kiss, an exploring kiss. The hand against Cass’ chest remained fisted while Cass’ hands slowly and carefully reached upwards, gently landing on top of Lucian’s hair.
Cass felt the pleats of the braid that Lucian had quickly pulled it into, his fingers tracing the expert work he’d done in only a few seconds. Lucian’s lips weren’t forceful, just calm, tasting, and Cass kissed the man, touching his hair until the hand relaxed on his chest into an open palm once more.
Lucian pulled back, as if sensing that his emotions were under more control, and let out a shuddering breath as he sat up. Cass’ hands fell to his side as he stared up at the two men, uncertain what the next move was.
"That was a gift I didn’t expect." Lucian murmured, his eyes looking softer after the moment of intense emotion. Cass wasn’t sure what to say in response. Instead, he turned his gaze towards their obvious excitement and let out a shaky breath.
"Are you two okay? Shouldn’t you get some...relief?" Cass asked carefully and Lucian gave a toothy grin.
"Are you offering?" He asked and Cass wanted to say yes. However, his body was still shaking slightly from his experience. He felt like jelly. Cass opened his mouth, flushed, and then closed it. Embarrassed, he stared down at his own body, Cassian’s body, and let out a soft breath.
"I don’t have strength in my body right now." He admitted. There was a beat of silence before both men started laughing.
"You are too sweet." Edgar said, reaching out and squeezing the tip of Cass’ nose for the briefest of seconds. Cass scrunched up his face at the action, but Edgar looked unrepentant. Lucian’s hand slid down Cass’ body, stopping at his hip. His fingers curled against it, holding it as he chuckled.
"Mm. Well, I’m fine going to sleep like this. I had a rather successful night, I believe, but how are you feeling, Eddie? Do you need more release?" Lucian asked. Cass and Lucian turned their gaze towards Edgar, who shook his head, his gaze warm.
"I don’t need to cum every day. I’m not either of you two." Edgar joked. "However, I’ll go grab some clothes for us." Edgar said, before pausing. "Do we want sleep attire or are you planning to do some work, Cass?" The man asked while knowing that Cass was lying on his back, trembling slightly still.
Cass gave him a look that had Edgar chuckling and bending to press a kiss against Cass’ lips.
"I wasn’t thinking. I’ll grab some sleep attire. You rest, Cass." Edgar teased. It wasn’t like Cass didn’t want to do more, he just couldn’t, and he wasn’t feeling bold enough to suggest anything that would involve him laying on his back while the men did something else to him.
The first thing that came to mind was Cass lying on the bed, his head over the side while someone rammed their co-
Cass cleared his throat, his face going beet red as he cut that thought off.
"Are you alright?" Lucian asked while Edgar’s perk ass moved as he walked away. Cass still wanted to bite it.
"I’m just thinking naughty things." Cass muttered. "Things I don’t have the energy for." Cass said in an attempt to shut Lucian down. Lucian’s eyes sparkled.
"What kind of naughty things? Can you tell me so that I have fantasy material?" That was a low blow, and he was sure that Lucian knew it. He was making use of the fact that Cass was going to miss him and that he would be in heat without anyone to help him for weeks.
Cass puffed out his cheeks, unaware of how cute that made him to the other man.
"Only if you don’t insist on trying it after I tell you about it." Cass negotiated. Lucian’s gaze flashed, his nostrils flaring before he let out a purr.
"Deal, Sweetness."