The next morning after, as they had crawled out of the dungeon in the wee hours of the morning, Cass rolled over in the tent and found a warm mass pressed against him.
Lucian had crawled into his tent and wrapped himself around Cass. Cass normally would have complained, especially since they were at least trying to appear not entangled with each other in the camp.
Wait, were they? Cass couldn’t remember if they’d had that conversation, but Cass was pretty sure that Edgar had set up a few tents. It was a bit of a blur for him.
The magic drain on him had been hard, especially after having so much freedom inside of the dungeon. It was hard to grapple with the loss when he knew how terrible the dungeons were for the people around them, and for the heroes themselves.
Either way, Cass was pretty sure Lucian had a tent all for himself, while Cass was also by himself. If Gideon and Edgar slept together, Cass was fine with that. Edgar had also looked pretty tired the night before.
It was a good thing they had surfaced at night. Edgar would have not fared well if they hadn’t.
The warmth behind him groaned, shifting, squeezing Cass tightly before sighing.
"Good morning." Lucian’s sleepy voice greeted and Cass’s gut clenched painfully.
Lucian was leaving.
He had to leave, for his health and everything that came with it. Cass knew that. He did, but he couldn’t fight the horrible, empty feeling in his gut that formed. His throat grew tight, his palms growing damp.
"Good morning." Cass croaked, his voice not above a whisper. That meant nothing, since Lucian still had a connection to his emotions. Cass felt the man pull him onto his back, rolling him until Lucian hovered over him, Lucian’s long hair falling until it surrounded them.
He looked tired, his skin almost too tight, pale. He looked unwell, and dragons never looked unwell. Cass felt guilty for everything that he had done suddenly. He had forced him to stay longer than he wanted to. Granted, they probably wouldn’t have been able to do the dungeon without him without sacrificing their bodies to injuries and the like, but that didn’t mean he felt better about it.
The guilt ate at him as he stared up at Lucian, and Lucian’s expression softened. His eyes were warm, reptilian, and Cass watched as his second eyelid slowly covered his gaze before those orange orbs were revealed to him once more.
"Don’t look so sad, Sweetness. It’ll only make our parting hurt more." Lucian whispered. Cass swallowed thickly.
"Parting? We aren’t parting." Cass joked, but the words sounded flat even to him. Lucian’s smile grew slightly bitter.
"It is rather unfair that when we are finally getting comfortable with each other and you’re finally opening up to me, that I have to leave." Lucian reached out, cupping Cass’ cheek with his hand. It was a rather impressive feat of strength, one that Cass was sure the other man could do with ease. Hell, he’d probably be able to hover over Cass without using his hands.
Cass’ breath caught at just the thought of it. Cass felt his lips tremble slightly as he imagined it, and the strain on Lucian’s face.
"Can you...um, I know this is going to come out of nowhere but, uh, can you use just your legs and stomach to hover like this over me?" He asked. Lucian’s gaze widened in surprise, before he grew thoughtful.
"I’m fairly certain. I haven’t tried that before, but it seems simple enough." Lucian said. Cass felt his mouth water slightly.
"Without a shirt?" Cass asked and Lucian seemed to understand exactly where Cass’ mind was going. A dangerous smile touched his lips. Slowly, Lucian bent, his lips brushing against Cass’ ear on the opposite side of Cass’ face that he was cupping.
"Are you having dirty thoughts, Cass?" Lucian asked lowly and Cass felt his face warm.
"Uh, not dirty per se, but..." Cass trailed off. "It would be...very um, enticing if you could do that." Cass admitted, his face going pink. Lucian pulled back, his expression tight.
"By the gods I want to devour you." Lucian muttered and Cass flushed. "Instead, how about I feed you? But no touching, my lovely Cass. That’ll only make the moment harder." Lucian said and Cass stared at him, unsure what he meant.
Then, Lucian sat up and began undoing the ties that held his pants against his skin. Cass pulled himself up slightly, trying to get a better angle of what he was doing. Lucian pulled his cocks out, both semi hard, and stared at Cass.
His expression was tender and that should have ruined the moment, the tension fading. It didn’t do that, however. Instead, Cass’ lower stomach tensed and Cass watched as Lucian’s nostrils flared and his cocks hardened more.
"Cass...." It was a warning sound. A plea. Cass felt his eyes flutter close, his eyelashes sweeping his cheeks before they opened again. Lucian’s gaze was hot on his skin. "Undo your shirt for me, sweetness. Show me your chest. I want to imprint your body as it is now into my mind." Lucian whispered.
Cass found his fingers moving.
His weren’t the only fingers moving, Lucian’s sliding down his body to his cocks, picking up the one closer to his chest, the thicker one, and sliding his hand over it. Cass shivered as he revealed more of his skin for Lucian to look at, while Lucian’s gaze lidded, his expression focused on Cass.
It was an intoxicating combination, made more dangerous by the fact that he could hear others moving about the camp. The area waking up.
Yet here they were, being bad. Cass gulped, feeling his own cock harden in his pants. This was just supposed to be a meal, nothing more.
Cass finished unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it down so that it practically forced his hands away from being able to touch himself. He watched as Lucian’s breaths came harder, heavier, and his other hand slid down his body. He was stroking both cocks, the image so stimulating that Cass had to bite his lip to prevent a noise from leaving. Lucian wasn’t capable of the same thing, a deep, primal sound coming from his chest as his nostrils flared.
Cass watched as his skin flickered, silvery scales shining as his dragon form flickered for only a second, then disappeared. Cass knew, somewhere in the back of his mind that it was probably just the draconic skin that he hadn’t shed, but that didn’t make it any easier on his damn wandering kind.
It was sexy. There. Cass admitted it.
Cass had to clench his hands at his side to avoid touching the other man, but that only seemed to enthrall Lucian more. Lucian’s soft groans, his heavy breathing was driving Cass insane. He sounded so good, so delicious that Cass was having a hard time controlling himself. He knew, in the back of his mind, that if he touched Lucian right now?
Well, Lucian certainly wouldn’t be leaving for his den that morning, that was the polite way of saying it.
The moment stretched, growing more heated and heavy until Lucian’s eyes fluttered closed. Then, he was moving, coming closer until he had pushed Cass onto his back proper again, his gaze deep, commanding.
"Open wide, sweetness. Here comes your meal." Lucian’s voice was a whisper, his voice soft, kind. It was in complete contrast to the possessive, dangerous look that he was giving Cass. The tight way his jaw was clenched and the sweat beading on his body.
Cass opened his mouth.
Warmth filled it almost immediately after, Lucian’s groans making Cass have to clench his thighs tight. Cass stared up at Lucian, the man’s gaze focused on Cass’ mouth, and his aim as he filled Cass’ mouth with cum.
A delicious meal, in Cass’ humble opinion. Better than the blood that Edgar liked to drink, had to drink.
Lucian stroked himself until he got out every last drop. Cass stared, waiting, until he was sure Lucian had gotten everything out, then he closed his mouth and swallowed. The moan that left Cass’ lips was involuntary, something he couldn’t control as the flavour hit his tongue and slid down his throat.
Delicious.
Lucian shuddered, his eyelids going crazy as he watched Cass.
"You could get me to sign a contract in a heartbeat." Lucian whispered and Cass grinned.
"I have no plan to do so. But, thanks for the idea." Cass joked, licking his lips to get every last drop. Lucian watched him hungrily, reaching out to tug on Cass’ bottom lip. Cass could sense that he wanted to do more. Much more. Cass wasn’t exactly opposed. He wouldn’t be seeing Lucian for another two months.
Cass would let the man get away with a few more things before he drew the line.
"Are you still hungry?" Lucian asked softly. Cass found himself nodding slowly.
"Very." Cass whispered. Lucian’s breath was shaky. He then seemed to harden his resolve and nodded. Cass watched up close as the two cocks came to life once more.
"We can’t have that. My sweetness deserves to be full. Let me help you with that."
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Cass wasn’t sure how long he spent on his back with Lucian who gave him mouthful after mouthful of cum, but he was full enough that he didn’t think he needed human food for a while.
When they finally emerged from the tent, Gideon was up and taking down the third tent. The second tent flap was open, but it appeared that Edgar was undisturbed. Gideon smiled when he saw Cass and Lucian emerge.
"Good morning, you two. Sleep well?" He asked warmly and if it was such a contrast to the heated, heavy moment that Cass and Lucian just had, it made Cass laugh.
"Yes. How was yours?" Cass asked and Gideon grinned.
"I slept like the dead. I already checked with the mercenaries and the carriage. The Priests will begin packing up the camp with their help, we’ll go down to the town for a brief moment to speak to the Lord, get our thanks, and I can show you those fish I was talking about in the dungeon." Gideon sounded happy, until he slid his gaze to Lucian. "Are you...sticking around for that?" He asked. Cass wondered too.
When they looked at Lucian, however, he had a smile on his face that was already the answer. Cass’ chest tightened painfully. Right.