Cass’ head was pounding when he woke up the next morning. Absolutely painful.
He’d never had a headache that bad before in his life.
He groaned, rolling over in bed only to have a set of arms wrap around him, squeezing him tightly with a small chuckle.
"Not feeling great, my love?" The voice that spoke was rough with sleep, a little deeper than normal, but very familiar to Cass. Cass slowly opened his eyes, greeted with the bright, handsome face of Edgar. Cass winced.
"My love?" He repeated, a little confused, his own voice raspy, and Edgar gave a soft grin.
"Yes?" Edgar asked, as if Cass had called him that. Cass scowled and Edgar laughed, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips, before he pulled him closer and kissed him with more force. Cass pushed against him and Edgar let him go, moving to press another kiss to his forehead. Cass continued to scowl but Edgar’s good mood was too infectious, and his face too pretty for even Cass’ headache to make him annoyed for long.
"Mm." Cass muttered, making an annoyed sound and Edgar’s eyes creased in the corners as he smiled.
"I take it that someone is a little grumpy. Does your body feel okay? Your head? You were very intoxicated yesterday. Do you need some water? Blood? Something else?" Edgar asked, and Cass wondered if he was teasing at first until he saw that he was serious. Cass felt his body tense, but Edgar didn’t move, didn’t tease him further.
Cass felt his mouth fill with saliva at the thought of the third option, and then felt his face warm because his mouth did that. That was so damn embarrassing. Edgar stared at Cass, leaning in to kiss his forehead again.
"What is it, bunny? You’re blushing. Or, your face is going red. Is everything okay?" Edgar asked, and there wasn’t even a little sparkle in his eyes to make Cass think that he was making fun of him. He was being serious.
"I...my head hurts and I...think I’m hungry." Cass muttered, dropping his gaze from Edgar’s. He couldn’t meet it, not without feeling incredibly embarrassed. Edgar squeezed him.
"There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You haven’t eaten in a while. Lucy was feeding you everyday, and a double dose at that. No wonder you’re hungry." Edgar’s lips pulled down in a frown, his blue eyes warm as they stared at Cass. It made Cass’ heart ache. "I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad partner. I haven’t noticed what you needed. Forgive me, my love?" He asked and Cass found himself without words to respond with. Forgive him?
For what?
It wasn’t as if Cass was an expert in this. The only person who had been slightly knowledgeable about this had been Lucian, and Cass was sure that was only because he had so many years on the others.
"There is nothing to forgive. I don’t even know when I’m hungry." Cass muttered, his head aching. "Fuck. My head hurts." Cass complained and Edgar squeezed him, pulling him even tighter against Edgar’s body until they were slotted against each other, their bodies warm against each other.
It was an oddly intimate thing, completely different from when they were sleeping beside each other. Feeling everything, the warmth, the heat, his breaths while he was fully awake was...Cass blushed harder. He could feel how hard his dick was, simply because it was the morning but Edgar just chuckled.
"I’m sorry to hear that, my lovely bunny. Should I feed you, and then see if that helps or should I get the healing tonic first?" Edgar asked and Cass shuddered. His response was second nature.
"Let’s try feeding me first." Cass responded quickly, and Edgar laughed.
"That against the healing tonic?" He asked, teasing him and Cass pulled back enough to lean in and bite at Edgar’s cheek in punishment. Edgar blinked, surprised that Cass would even do that while Cass gave him a grumpy glare.
"You don’t know how bad it tastes, Edgar. Maybe you should try it. It’ll probably taste terrible to you too since you’re also a demon." Cass grumbled and Edgar’s expression softened.
"Maybe I will try it if your breakfast doesn’t work." Edgar said kindly, before slowly extracting himself from Cass. Cass watched him in confusion as he shifted, moving the sheets off of himself as he slid to a seating position in the bed, near Cass’ head. Cass didn’t clue in to what was happening until Edgar pulled down his pants. Cass blinked, then sat up suddenly, his head pulsing.
"Edgar, you don’t need to-" Edgar scoffed, chuckling.
"How else am I going to feed you? I’m not going to make you work for it, I’m the one feeding you." Edgar told him, his hand going to his semi-hard cock as well. Edgar licked his lips, his blue eyes glowing slightly as he stared at the flustered Cass’ blushing expression. "Besides, I like watching you and having you by my side. I like directly feeding you." Edgar told him. Cass swallowed.
Cass found his eyes darting to Edgar’s cock, and watched as it grew in size under Cass’ gaze. Cass flushed further. Edgar’s fingers pulled at the tip of his cock, pulling the hood back to expose the pink tip that had Cass’ breath growing ragged. Fuck.
He was really hungry.
"I can help with that." Cass found himself saying, lowering his body. He missed how Edgar’s pace stuttered slightly, his face flushing at the hungry look in Cass’ eyes. Cass licked his lips.
"Sweet bunny, you don’t have to." Edgar told him, but not preventing him either. Cass blinked until he realised that he’d lowered himself until he was inches from Edgar’s growing cock. The smell was...tantalizing. Something that made Cass’ head fill with need, desire, and his stomach rumbled.
Edgar burst out into laughter while Cass grew embarrassed.
"Oh Cass. I’m so sorry that you’re so hungry. I won’t tease you. I’m sure it’ll be easy for you to get your meal." Edgar said. His voice was warm, caring, and Cass groaned. His face was in Edgar’s lap, his head turning away from his cock, rubbing into his thigh as he wanted to crawl into a hole but couldn’t. He was too hungry to do so.
"I’m a fucking loser." Cass muttered and Edgar’s hand slid into Cass’ hair, tugging to a near painful level.
"Do not call yourself that." Edgar’s voice held a bite of anger to it, the pain also a surprise from the man who was normally so gentle and tender with Cass. Cass turned his gaze upwards, finding the man’s humour and good mood gone. Cass swallowed, his own cock swelling. "I’m serious. Do not call yourself bad names. I will not tolerate it." Edgar warned. Cass felt his lips widen, licking them as he stared up at him.
"O-Okay." Cass breathed, nodding slightly and Edgar’s gaze narrowed.
"You look too pretty right now for me to believe you." Edgar muttered, but he released Cass. Cass felt his body move, going to his cock and pressing a kiss against the tip that had Edgar gasping, before Cass, hungry, eager, and the switch having been flipped by Edgar’s little hair pull, swallowed Edgar’s cock whole.
The moan that left Edgar’s lips had Cass’ whole body vibrating with pleasure. Cass was learning that half of the meal was the sounds that the men he pleasured made. The other half was their cum, but that was an obvious ’meal’.
Cass found his hands sliding up Edgar’s body, touching parts of him that Cass knew made Edgar horny, his body twitching under Cass’ touch. As Cass’ fingers gently plucked at Edgar’s nipples through his clothes as Cass ran his tongue all over Edgar’s cock, swallowing it deep into his mouth, to the back of his throat in a technique that had nothing to do with Cass, and everything to do with the demonic blood that flowed through his body.
Edgar’s moans, twitches, and the soft, pleading way that he called Cass his ’sweet bunny’ fed Cass in a way that had him moving across the bed until he was in the perfect position. His head bobbed, his hands stroking and touching the man who had offered him breakfast so easily, as if this wasn’t a package deal.
Edgar’s expression was so pleasure-suffused, his cheeks such a lovely shade of pink that Cass wanted to topple him over, strip him and lick, kiss and bite him all over. Cass shivered, his own desire growing but Edgar had positioned himself so that he was sitting up against the headboard, his view of the room like a damn vantage point.
Cass grumbled, Edgar’s cock in his mouth as he complained for a second before he focused on his task. He could tell that Edgar was not immune to Cass’ touch. His thighs were wiggling, twitching as Cass lucked and sucked. Edgar particularly liked it when Cass swallowed Edgar whole, his throat squeezing the tip of Edgar’s cock or the exact opposite. When Cass only had the tip of Edgar’s cock in his mouth, sucking and licking it over and over.
The man liked his tip played with. Cass, hungry and thirsty, with a headache that was pushed to the back of his mind in preference for playing with his pretty vampire, continued to tease Edgar until the man let out a soft gasp. Then, his mouth filled with his breakfast and Cass drank it up eagerly.
Edgar collapsed, his chest rising and falling, Cass’ hands firmly on his pecs, squeezing and teasing the sensitive parts of Edgar. Edgar twitched, his eyes closed, his lips wet, his fangs down as the pleasure had consumed him.
"You’re skilled in ways I never considered outside of your heat." Edgar admitted, a little embarrassed. "Your throat is...a gift from the gods." Edgar told Cass. Cass wanted to argue that it was the exact opposite, but Cass was up to his own kind of no good. He was still licking, still sucking, feeling Edgar’s cock give a response, but a slow one. It took Edgar a few seconds to realise what Cass was doing, and when he did, his face flushed.
He covered his face with his hand for a second, letting out a soft, exasperated breath before he looked down at Cass, his face flushed.
"Another? Bunny, I’m a simple man." Edgar protested. Cass stared up at him, the tip of his cock in his mouth, his tongue gently flicking it with slow intention. Edgar’s face twisted as he gave in. "I’m going to have to gain more stamina." Edgar muttered, his face warm. "Go ahead, my love. I’m sorry you’re so hungry." Edgar muttered, giving Cass the green light.
Cass grinned, before dropping his head and sucking a second orgasm out of the reluctant, embarrassed vampire. He should have known that Cass would have asked for another, and another until Edgar had to put his foot down after the third.
Even after Cass gave him big, pleading red eyes, his lips swollen from sucking Edgar’s cock, his body begging, aching for another. Edgar had to put his hands up and admit that he couldn’t do that so soon after so many in a row. Cass even pouted, but Edgar remained firm.
It was then, after they were getting ready for the morning after Edgar had helped Cass cum, that they considered that Cass’ heat might be coming sooner rather than later. Edgar saw exactly where this was going to go without Lucian’s help and knew that he was going to have to speed up Gideon’s education, for Lucian’s sake.
Edgar would not be able to say no to Cass easily. That was now clear.