Cass found that the book had been completely discarded and his face was being held between Edgar’s hands. Edgar’s lips were pressed against Cass’ burning cheeks when the sound of the bathroom door opening made both men pause.
They turned, their eyes taking on a monstrous glow as they looked over at the human knight illuminated by the bathroom light.
Gideon’s face was still flushed, his eyes a little dazed as he clutched onto the goblet in his hand like a lifeline. He had put on the towel again, his other hand holding the towel up around his hips as he stood there. He didn’t scan the room at first, still a little dazed before he raised his gaze and found Edgar and Cass.
The two were practically wrapped around each other, Edgar in Cass’ lap, squeezing his cheeks with his hands. Gideon’s dazed green gaze narrowed and Cass felt that the look was a warning.
"What are you two doing?" He asked and Edgar let out a soft breath.
"I was, uh, distracting Cass from reading?" Edgar suggested mildly and Gideon glanced around. He couldn’t see the book so he moved. Each step he took brought him closer and Cass couldn’t help but sniff.
He could smell it.
Cass’ gaze locked on the goblet, his nostrils flaring like he was smelling a damn steak cooking, not the cum of a man. Cass felt his face warm as Gideon came to a stop, finally spotting the discarded book on the couch cushions. His gaze scanned over the two of them, spotting that Edgar was hard. His face flushed.
"That doesn’t look like just a distraction." Gideon muttered and Edgar relaxed.
"I promise it was. He would finish two pages and I would get a kiss. I was being bad though." Edgar told him without a hint of shame. He grinned up at his childhood friend and Gideon’s shoulders relaxed. Cass, however, was still focused on the goblet. Neither of them noticed his fixation.
"Then you really were bothering Cass. I know you well enough to know you were the one who instigated this." Gideon said, motioning with his chin at their general situation. Edgar grinned, nodding. He let go of Cass’ face to wrap his arms around Cass’ neck lazily. His warmth pressed against Cass’ chest, but Cass was still focused on the goblet.
It smelled...divine.
Cass swallowed so that he wouldn’t start drooling.
"Well, it wasn’t like I did this on my own. Bunny agreed, right? He even called me Eddie." Edgar told Gideon, and Gideon turned his dazed gaze towards Cass. That was when he seemed to notice something wasn’t quite right.
"Cass? Are you alright?" Gideon asked, drawing Edgar’s attention towards Cass’ odd behaviour. Edgar caught on faster than Gideon did, his blue gaze going wide as he realised where Cass’ eyes were.
"Oh dear. It seems that Cass was pretty hungry. He did use a lot of magic today." Edgar muttered, glancing at the goblet. "Gideon, would you mind passing over that goblet? Cass is hungry." Gideon, who seems a little surprised, steps closer. They both watched as Cass was unable to take his gaze away from the goblet as it approached. Cass even shifted in the seat, as if he could get closer to it.
Gideon seemed fascinated by the way that Cass moved, and how he was transfixed on the goblet. Cass was a little embarrassed that he was even behaving this way.
"Is someone a little thirsty?" Edgar teased, reaching towards Cass’ face with his finger, poking his cheek. Cass furrowed his brows, but didn’t take his eyes off of the goblet.
"Stop teasing me." Cass grumbled, but Gideon and Edgar stared at him in fascination.
"Why not? You’d tease me the exact same way if I was thirsty." Edgar replied, pouting slightly. Cass knew it was all for show. His eyes were sparkling too much for him to actually be pouting. Cass didn’t even need to look at him to know that.
"You have fangs, Edgar. I don’t. You can puncture someone to get your next meal." Cass pointed out and Edgar’s hand slid down Cass’ face until his hand slowly wrapped around his throat. It wasn’t a tight hold, but it was a possessive one.
"You would remember that, wouldn’t you?" Edgar whispered and Cass felt his face heat.
"Edgar." Cass chastised, but Edgar just laughed, his hand tightening around Cass’ throat in warning. Cass flinched, more upset that he didn’t exactly hate how he was holding him.
"Nuh uh. That’s not what you’re supposed to call me." Edgar whispered, all charm and seduction. Cass finally did take his gaze off of the goblet to glare at the grinning, handsome man.
"Your name is Edgar. I am calling you by your name." Cass countered and Edgar pouted beautifully. Cass almost gave in, and could feel that Gideon was in the same shoes that Cass was.
"Enough, Edgar. Let Cass eat. He’s hungry, right? I’m also worried if this will hurt him." Gideon muttered. His voice wasn’t strong, but the hand that gently tilted Cass’ head to the side was rough, but unyielding.
Cass felt his eyes widen as Gideon’s hand carefully grasped his chin, tilting his face to the side as he raised the goblet to Cass’ lips. Edgar stilled, watching them as Gideon met Cass’ gaze, his cheeks flaming as he carefully tilted the goblet until the white, creamy liquid inside slid closer to Cass’ lips.
Cass didn’t break eye contact with Gideon as it approached, and when it touched Cass’ lips, Cass felt a small shiver run down his spine. Cass tried not to be eager as he felt it against his lips, felt a small, strange jolt run from his lip coming in contact with the semen and the rest of his body. It wasn’t a big enough of a jolt to hurt him, but it was strange considering none of the other, uh, samples that he’d had had done this to him.
That didn’t mean that Cass stopped, though.
When it finally touched his tongue, Cass felt his eyes widen. This was unlike what Edgar gave him, nor what Lucian gave him. It was...spicy.
It was a completely different flavour that Cass hadn’t anticipated, and he eagerly gulped it down. Gideon’s eyes widened as he watched Cass swallow each mouthful. Cass couldn’t even hide the fact that he was upset that there was so little. He shouldn’t shame, after all, Lucian was working with two dicks, but such a small amount meant that Cass almost whined, reaching for the goblet to lick it clean.
Edgar, in Cass’ lap, watched him with a rather amused expression. He stroked Cass’ hair gently, not getting in the way as Cass had his meal. Cass was so absorbed that he wasn’t even aware of the way that the others were watching him, touching him. He was also not aware of how his eyes glowed, shifting from what he would consider a rather plain red tone to something even brighter, more tantalizing.
"That’s it. Get every drop." Edgar whispered, and Gideon shot a glare in Edgar’s direction.
"Edgar." Gideon chastised Edgar in Cass’ place, and Edgar gave him a sultry grin.
"What? You should be thinking about something else, Giddy. You should be thinking about how eager Cass could be taking it from the source." Edgar told him and Gideon exploded in colour. He coughed, nearly choking as Edgar laughed.
Edgar was in his glee, teasing both of them, while Cass finally came back to the realm of the living, having gotten every last drop of the semen he could from the cup. He licked his lips, making a soft, satisfied hum in the back of his throat.
"You like it?" Edgar asked and Cass nodded unconsciously. Gideon’s face remained flushed.
"It tastes different." Cass told them. Edgar seemed surprised. His hand continued to hold onto Cass’ throat, his other still stroking his hair.
"Does it? Like what? Or, what does mine taste like?" Edgar asked, shifting in his lap. His eyes were alight from within, like he really wanted to know the information. Gideon didn’t seem as eager.
"You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, Cass." He told him gently but Cass shook his head as Gideon pulled the goblet away. He couldn’t help but glance at it a few more times before he focused on what was in front of him.
He gently took Edgar’s hand off of his throat, much to the pout of the vampire in his lap, but let him keep his hand on his hair. Gideon’s touch had left after he had taken the goblet away, Cass’ face still burning from the prolonged contact.
"Gideon tasted a little spicy, where you and Lucian taste...sweet." Cass told them. Edgar blinked.
"Sweet?" He repeated and Cass nodded. He was still licking his lips.
"Yeah, like candy." Cass told them. Gideon came back to stand where he’d given Cass the goblet, but his stance was slightly more relaxed.
"Do you like spice?" Gideon asked, concerned and Cass nodded.
"Yeah. I actually like a lot of different food types. That’s why it was so surprising. I wonder...." Cass trailed off, his thoughts serious. "I wonder if that’s how they season food where demons come from?" Cass pondered and Edgar blinked.
"Hmm. That is a rather interesting idea." Edgar mused, before his gaze was drawn towards the still clothes Gideon. "However, we have a much more serious question to answer. Did that hurt you? Is the holy power in his cum too much for you?" Edgar asked.
Cass was sure that he and Gideon were the colour of tomatoes at Edgar’s question, but Cass cleared his throat and shook his head.
"No. It didn’t hurt. I think the gods might have given me another boost when I last spoke to them and Gideon was made the next Saint." Cass said. Edgar gave a shrug, not really caring beyond Cass’ initial answer.
"That might be the case, but I’m glad to hear that you don’t find it painful. I didn’t either, which is good. That means that if Giddy is up to it, he can come play." Edgar’s eyes were full of mischief as he turned towards the knight.
Cass watched as his stomach muscles tensed, and damn it, Cass realised he wasn’t any fucking better then the man in his lap. Cass had had a little taste, and now? Now he was starving.
Cass looked away from Gideon, not wanting to pressure him.
"That’s only if he wants to, Edgar." Cass reminded him. Cass would not let his own hunger force someone into his bed. He was an eldritch horror but he also had morals.