Cass would be the first to admit he had underestimated Gideon. That was on him.
He should have realised somewhere in his mind that Gideon had been able to keep pace with Lucian, but Cass had been blinded by the fact that he was a human in comparison to the fact that they were all freaks. Gideon was a freak in his own way.
He was a home grown freak.
Cass and Edgar lay on the bed, both of them shaking, quivering, and breathing heavily. Cass couldn’t even feel his limbs and he was sure that Edgar was in the same position.
Gideon was a very fast physical learner. Very fast . Cass had shown him how to eat ass once, and it was like he was an expert now. He’d been voracious in his desire to learn. He’d been taught by Edgar how to finger, where to curl his fingers and how to know that he’d found the prostate.
Edgar had thought it funny that he had kept asking Cass if he was doing okay and if he had found the spot, all while Cass was gasping and clinging onto the bedsheets, fighting for his life. Until Edgar got the same treatment. Then Gideon had learned to combine those two things and he had asked both Edgar and Cass if he could try it out on them.
That was why Cass and Edgar were deflated, lying on their backs, both trying to catch their breath.
Edgar had been first. Gideon had tested fingering out on Cass, and then perfected it on Edgar. Cass was full from how much Gideon had milked Edgar. Cass almost felt like his stomach should be protruding from how much he’d drank. Edgar was flushed, his eyes fluttering from exertion and Cass was worried that the man couldn’t get hard for several hours.
Gideon hadn’t looked satisfied or satiated. He had the eyes of a damn beast, and he’d turned them to Cass.
"May I make sure I got it right?" Cass should have known then and there that he shouldn’t have trusted the look in his eyes. He shouldn’t have. Cass had thought that he was better than Edgar for even a second, and he was wrong. He was just. Wrong.
Gideon had been careful, kind, and his grip had been firm enough that even with every squirm Cass couldn’t escape. Cass’ ass would have Gideon’s hand marks for days.
The sounds that Cass had made should have made Cass flush, but he didn’t even have the energy. He’d been laughing when it was happening to Edgar, but now? Now Cass knew that when his heat came?
They were good. They were good. Gideon didn’t need to learn anything else. If he did? Cass wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to last.
Gideon stared down at the two men lying on their backs, both of their chests heaving, spent passions all over them and the sheets and Cass could see the slight pride in his eyes as he smiled.
He wiped his mouth delicately with his thumb, licking his lips like a damn threat. His hair had fallen into his eyes and he used the same hand to brush his hair back. His green eyes were wide, dilated, and he stared at Cass and Edgar, a small chuckle leaving his lips.
"You two were so confident that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you." Gideon spoke softly, carefully, but there was a hint of amusement to his tone. Cass huffed. "However, while both of you are naturally stronger than I am, and I won’t argue that, you’re both mages, Cass, Eddie. I’m not." Gideon had every right to be as smug as he wanted to be. The fact that he was still being gentle with his words? That spoke more to his character than anything else.
"Shut the fuck up." Edgar muttered from where he was lying on his back. Gideon’s lips curled up into a smile that made Cass’ breath stutter again. Gideon’s laughter was mocking them from where they were lying on their backs, Gideon on his knees above them.
"Edgar." Cass admonished and Edgar turned his head to glare at him.
"Don’t encourage him. You felt what he just did to you." Edgar protested. "I’m upset because I didn’t corrupt him earlier." Edgar complained and Gideon’s shoulders began to fully shake. The light casting shadows on his body highlighted his abs, his muscles, and Cass found that his hard cock was a threat.
"Eddie, stop being adorable. You can’t handle anything else." Gideon said with a wide smile, his green gaze warm. Cass slapped his hand out, hitting Edgar’s shoulder.
"Yeah, you can’t handle anything else." Cass teased. Edgar pouted, his pretty face scrunched up in anger. It wasn’t doing anything to make him any less pretty. Gideon raised his eyebrows, staring down at Cass. Cass felt his gaze on Cass’ body like it was a damn laser. A shiver ran down Cass’ body.
"Can you handle more, Cass? I didn’t think that you could, given how your back arched when you ejaculated last, but if you’ve recovered I would be delighted to get your permission to make sure that I’ve taken care of you properly. I would hate to be found lacking." Gideon said. He raised a hand to his chest, pressing it against his heart. "After all, I belong to you." He said.
He couldn’t even keep a straight face as he said it, a huge smile breaking across his face. Turning the knight into a handsome young man that could have captured anyone’s heart. It was unfortunate that he didn’t even have a chance for anyone else to see it.
He belonged to Cass, just as he said, and he also belonged to Edgar.
"What about you, Gideon? You’ve barely cum." Cass said carefully, knowing that he didn’t have the energy to talk big. Cass watched as Gideon’s eyes widened. He unconsciously glanced down his own body to where his own cock was before casually covering it with his hand.
"I’m fine. You don’t need to-"
"Learning everything that we taught you isn’t just so you can take care of us. You need to take care of yourself, too." Cass warned. Cass somehow worked up the energy to sit up, much to Edgar and Gideon’s surprise. Cass crawled over to Gideon, placing a hand on his stomach, which tensed under Cass’ less gentle touch, and then placed a hand on his thigh.
Cass could feel how Gideon was shocked, his breath a little shaky as he exhaled.
"What are you doing?" Gideon asked and Cass stared up into Gideon’s face, before he smiled and slid his gaze down his body. He wanted to touch Gideon’s chest, wanted to tease him, see if he felt anything from his chest. He wanted to kiss and nip at the muscles on his body, his arms, his abs, tease his belly button, but he knew what he had to do.
"Cass, hey, what are you-" Gideon started to question but Cass raised his head to smirk at Gideon.
"You touched yourself, didn’t you? Now it’s time for you to learn something new that I can do." Cass said. "Something that I’ll need to do to get my meals." Gideon’s eyes went wide. Edgar laughed lightly from on his back, his laughter encouraging Cass and his bold behaviour.
Or was it bold? The man had his tongue and fingers in both of their asses, and he’d licked, sucked and fingered them, his green gaze focused on their expressions like it was feeding his damn soul. Sucking the man off was literally the least of the crazy things Cass could do to him.
Cass turned his attention towards Gideon’s dick. Cass was surprised that Gideon’s dick looked...normal. He was a bit bigger in girth than either Cass or Edgar, but his length was about the same for Cass’. However, he wasn’t thicker than Lucian, so Cass felt confident that he could take him. In fact, he was excited to do so.
Cass licked his lips, lowering himself slowly. His body ached from what Gideon and Edgar had done to him, but he was determined. Gideon’s breath came slow and shallow as he watched Cass lower himself further until Cass, unable to stop himself, rubbed his nose against the sensitive skin above Gideon’s cock, his nose brushing against the hair there.
"Cass." It was a soft plea from Gideon’s lips. Cass turned his gaze upwards, smirking at the flushed look of desperation on Gideon’s face. Cass bent, pressing a kiss against the tip of Gideon’s cock and felt the whole man jerk. Satisfied by his reaction, Cass turned his gaze downwards.
Cass did ease Gideon into it. Soft lips, warm tongue, he didn’t swallow Gideon as soon as he could. He teased him, brushed against him, ran his tongue up down and all around his cock just to see what he liked. Gideon was a shuddering mess, his eyes focused on Cass’ every move.
When he started biting his bottom lip as if he was trying to hold himself back was when Cass knew that he could go further.
Cass could feel that Edgar had pulled himself up into a sitting position so that he could watch as Cass stopped teasing his cock and began to take Gideon’s cock into his warm, wet mouth. He didn’t stop after he took the tip of his cock into his mouth, surprising himself on how much he could take into his mouth.
The sounds that Gideon made, the low, deep moans of pleasure only spurred him on, Cass settling into position to take as much as he could. The soft, warm hand on his back surprised him, but it didn’t take long for him to realise that it was Edgar. He was offering him support.
Cass began to suck Gideon’s dick in earnest, sucking and licking him in a teasing way that had Gideon’s thighs shaking. He hadn’t done this to either Cass or Edgar, hadn’t even touched their dicks. He’d been focused on only their backsides, and Cass was delighted to be the one to show him how good a blowjob could be.
Gideon didn’t last long. How could he? He’d only just touched himself for the first time earlier that day, only a few hours before. Cass wasn’t the least bit surprised when his whole body tensed and Gideon slid his hand into Cass’ hair.
"Cass, something’s coming. You need to back up." Gideon warned and Edgar gave a laugh.
"What’s coming is you, Giddy bear. Give it all to him." Edgar’s voice was sultry, deep. Encouraging. Gideon’s deep moan as his cock twitched once, twice, and then Cass felt his mouth fill with his cum.
Cass was already full from Edgar’s sweet release, but he wasn’t about to turn down another tasty snack. Cass gratefully drank it all up, reaching up to cup Gideon’s balls, giving them a small squeeze as if trying to get every last drop. Gideon wasn’t quiet. He didn’t mute any of his pleasure and that sent a warm, pleased shiver down Cass’ spine.
When Cass was sure he’d gotten every last drop, he finally released Gideon’s cock, wiping his mouth in the same way that Gideon had. With his thumb.
When Cass raised his eyes to meet Gideon’s, Gideon was staring at Cass like he was worried he had done something wrong. His lips were pursed, his face flushed, and his eyes looked a little feverish.
"That’s normal?" He asked gruffly and Cass gave a wide grin.
"Yeah. That’s how I normally get my meals." Cass told him. Gideon closed his eyes, tilting his head back and said a soft prayer to the gods. He was asking for strength. Cass smirked.
He’d made the saint ask for strength. If that wasn’t something a demon could do, who else could?