"W-Wait, oh fuck." Cass moaned, his hand sinking into the wet hair between his legs.
Cass’ skin looked like he’d been in a fight with an octopus and had lost. Not that any of them were in a better state. The time after the first few hours of the heat had been a bit of a haze.
Cass remembered wanting to eat them both whole and rubbing himself against them, licking them and biting them, but Cass quickly realised that he wasn’t going to be the only one doing the biting. Gideon had stamina.
Cass had forgotten since the heat haze clouded his judgement and thought process a lot.
How was Gideon using that stamina? Well, he was trying to tire Cass out, and the man was doing incredible work.
At first, he let Cass have his way. Cass called the shots. After the thigh-fucking incident with Gideon, Cass wanted to do the same to Edgar. That meant that he pulled the man up, flipped him onto his stomach and wanted to take him to pound town. Edgar was a little weak for that having been eaten twice by Cass so Gideon had carefully suggested that Edgar dangle his legs over the side of the bed and Cass could thigh-fuck him that way. It also meant that Gideon could stay by both of their sides and kiss and touch them.
Cass was all for it, loving the idea of kissing one man while he fucked another.
It was every bit as hot as Cass thought. It was made hotter when Gideon had reached behind Cass and used his own slick to wet his cock to fuck Edgar’s thighs. Edgar also found it hot, his fangs sinking into the bed instead of another person at the sight.
That was hot too. Cass loved seeing them on the edge. He also liked seeing how his cock disappeared between the round mounds of Edgar’s ass. He could just imagine what it would look like once he was allowed into that tight little hole. Cass’ cock was going to destroy him, and then Giddy and Lucy were going to finish the job.
Their little Prince wouldn’t even know what was happening to him. He’d learn how to take cock so well that he’d be begging for it. Cass licked his lips thinking about it. He could already imagine him swollen with his seed. He’d look ridiculous and so damn pretty. He wanted to see it.
Hell, Cass even considered what Gideon would look like swollen with his seed. He’d look good. Sturdy. He wouldn’t have to be worried about the health of his child if he went that route, but Gideon didn’t let him consider it for long.
Gideon’s kiss was demanding, his tongue insistent. Gone was the man who was teasing and playing with Cass in the bath and instead he was replaced with a man who knew he had a mission and that he needed to complete it.
The obscene sounds of Cass’ cock sliding between Edgar’s thighs, his loud cries and the muffled moans from Cass as Gideon swallowed his sounds whole, his rough hands in Cass’ hair as he manhandled him just right made Cass’ body pulse with pleasure.
Cass wasn’t even sure how many times he came, coating the side of the bed with his spilled seed, Edgar’s balls sticky with it. Cass even pulled back to spray his hole and ass with his seed. He stroked his cock, watching with a dazed expression as he pushed the cum around with the tip of his cock.
Fuck, he wanted to fuck him. His pink little hole was begging for it. Begging for him. Edgar whimpered, and Gideon’s hand covered Cass’ on his cock.
"Sweetheart, why don’t you lie on your back and I’ll show you something new?" Gideon whispered into Cass’ ear, leaning in close to nibble on Cass’ earlobe. Cass wondered who taught him that, his body shivered as his cock pulsed. Another shot of cum, another waste of seed, but damn Eddie looked so pretty covered in his seed.
Cass let out a soft sigh, nodding and Gideon grinned. His hand slid down, slow, careful, deliberate as he wrapped his hand around Cass’ throat. It wasn’t tight, but possessive and Cass felt his knees go weak.
Gideon, being possessive of him? That was hot because Gideon belonged to Cass. He was his. Cass let the other man pull him away from the recovering Edgar, walking Cass around to the other side of the bed and pushing him onto his ass, and then onto his back. He made a little spot for Cass, like a nest before he climbed onto the bed himself. He spread Cass’ thighs open, wrapping them around his waist as Gideon set to work setting Cass’ body on fire.
He might have stopped teasing Cass with his kisses, but he did something much worse. He used those big, rough knight hands to drive Cass’ body wild.
He kept Cass’ shirt on, his hands slipping and sliding under the silky fabric and catching on it as he gently but roughly played with Cass’ body. Cass’ nipples were teased under the fabric, through the fabric, and half peaking out from the button line. Gideon was a thorough man, his touch just as insistent as Cass tightened and loosened his grip on Gideon’s waist. Cass realised that Gideon had set him up.
He was trying to give Edgar some time to recover, and so that was why he was doing this to Cass. Cass pouted, upset, before he kept moaning. He wanted cum, but this wasn’t that. He wanted cocks, both of them, inside of him, around him, spilling down his throat.
Instead he had the tender, loving touch of a man who was trying to imprint everything about Cass into his mind. That somehow made Cass more embarrassed than anything else he’d done thus far while in heat.
It was made worse when Gideon finally bent and Cass thought he was going to put him out of his misery. Instead, he soaked the silky fabric until it clung to the tight peaks of Cass’ aching, red nipples. The cool wetness and the pulsing warmth from his teased nipples made Cass rub himself desperately against the other man. Cass was a man being led on, but locked into place. He couldn’t leave, didn’t even know how to, and Gideon?
He was a very smug man.
"I read that in one of your novels." Gideon rumbled, pleased. "I thought it was an interesting visual, and I was right." Look at you, desperate for release, for a touch. Do you want me to touch you properly, sweetheart? Our little Bunny?" Gideon’s gaze was warm, his body flushed as he swallowed. "Do you want me to jerk you off? Stroke your cock until you spill your seed? How about I do it over and over until you’re lying in a puddle of your own making, hmm? Do you want to soak the sheets and make a mess with me, Caspian?"
The gasp that left Cass’ body was completely uncontrollable. Cass’ wide eyes slid to Gideon’s trying to see if he was serious.
When Cass met the serious, green gaze full of desire and heat above him, Cass couldn’t help himself. He reached for him, clinging to his forearms as his body jerked, twitched and he made a damn mess.
Caspian. He’d called him Caspian. The tears that began to fill his eyes had Gideon panicking for a moment.
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried and Cass let out a soft sob. Edgar, who’d been half dead, forced himself up and crawled across the bed, wrapping his arm under and around Cass’ shoulder, his blue gaze deep and worried.
Shh, Bunny. No tears, not like this." Edgar whispered, clearly panicking like Gideon was. Cass reached for both of them, his heart aching. He just hadn’t expected that Gideon would say that to him, or that he’d even ever be acknowledged like this. He couldn’t stop the tears if he tried, but he wasn’t upset.
"I’m not mad." Cass whispered. "I’m just emotional." Cass sucked in a deep breath, trying to control his emotions as both men stared at him, concerned. Cass sucked in a breath, his lips trembling. "Y-You called me Caspian." Cass said, his eyes watering more. "I didn’t think I’d ever hear that again."
Both men tensed, before Edgar leaned in and pressed soft, caring kisses against the side of Cass’ face he could get to easily. Gideon bent as well, doing the same on the other side of his face. It felt like they were tending to him and Cass ended up laughing.
"You are Caspian, Bunny. I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it would mean that much to you to hear it." Edgar apologised softly, his lips warm against Cass’ skin. Gideon made a noise of agreement in his throat.
"I should have said it sooner. Watching you make that hopeless face as you came was hot." Gideon said and Edgar slapped a hand out and smacked his chest. It left a handprint.
"Gideon!" He scolded but Gideon grinned.
"I’ll make sure that I say your name enough that you get sick of it." Gideon promised. "That way you’re only cumming by surprise from my actions, not just my words." Gideon’s grin was devious and both Edgar and Cass paused. He slid his gaze between them, smirking. "Though, if you still want to cum from my words, you two are more than welcome to." Cass was at a loss for words, and so was Edgar.
That was how everything had escalated to the point that it was at now. Cass was on his back, Gideon between his thighs. The man had kept his word.
He had helped Cass make a damn mess of the sheets. The dampness of Cass’ spilt seed soaked the sheets underneath him. It should have been uncomfortable, but Cass was far past being embarrassed about what was going on. Not when he legs felt like damn jelly and Gideon’s lips were swollen from how much work he was putting in.
He’d been sucking, licking and biting Cass for hours at this point. Cass’ cock was intimately familiar with his mouth now, and his throat. Gideon had to work up to it, coughing and choking on his length before he finally successfully swallowed Cass’ cock properly.
Edgar had celebrated, before he’d started practising on Cass’ cock too. Cass was thrilled that they were so eager to please him and make him cum, but they were also driving him insane.
His thighs were covered in bruises and rather dangerous bite marks that Cass still felt a little woozy from. Edgar while Gideon had been sucking him off had gotten a little idea in his head. A dangerous one that Cass gave him two thumbs up for.
Edgar had played with his nipples through the damn shirt, twisting the aching, wet peaks with his dexterous fingers while he peppered Cass’ thighs with kisses until he sunk his fangs in just a little. He did it over and over, just enough to shoot Cass full of the good chemicals that Edgar’s bite provided and enough to get a little sip. Just a little tongueful.
Cass had coated Gideon’s mouth over and over. It was made worse when the two men met in the middle and shared Cass’ seed between them, mouths colliding in a kiss so hot that Cass nearly passed out.
He wanted both of them until he ached. He begged for Edgar to come over and face fuck him and Edgar only relented if he could still kiss Gideon while he did so.
Cass had a cock down his throat, a man jerking him off and that damn silky shirt still on. He’d never thought he’d ever get to experience this before in his life and he wasn’t...upset. Cass found that he was actually pretty happy about it. His stomach tightened.
Fuck he wanted more cum.