The boys were going slow. Careful. Cass appreciated it since this felt far too personal when compared to Gideon thrusting his cock in between his thighs. His thighs were closed, of course, so they didn’t have everything on display. Even when Gideon or Edgar had their tongue in his ass, Cass hadn’t felt this exposed.
Now, however, with Cass in the center of the bed, pillows piled up behind his head with his legs splayed wide open for both men to get a full view of everything that he had going on down there?
This felt very personal.
Cass wanted to cover his crotch. His hands twitched to do so, but instead he kept them on his stomach, folded and clutched together until his skin was white. Edgar and Gideon watched him from where they were on their knees at the end of the bed. Both men had rather thoughtful expressions on their faces. Hell, Gideon even had a hand under his chin, examining Cass with a green gaze that burned.
Edgar had grabbed the wooden box that Cass had somehow not noticed until now from one of the side tables and had placed it beside Cass on the bed. It felt big and important as it sat next to Cass’ left side. He could reach out and touch it if he wanted, check out its contents, but Cass already knew what was inside.
Cass felt flushed, anxious, and his damn cock was twitching in the air from all the attention.
"It’s a very pretty colour." Gideon eventually said. Cass wanted to bury himself in the ground.
"What?" Cass squeaked and Edgar nodded seriously.
"It suits you, strangely. The white, creaminess of your skin matches the pretty pink tone. I thought it would fit a little strange between your balls and your ass, but no. It’s almost like it was always meant to be there." Edgar said thoughtfully. "It does look a little small though. Then again, the ass also looks small but it can stretch to an incredible size." Edgar commented.
Gideon nodded.
"Agreed." They were silent again.
Cass turned his gaze towards the ceiling, wishing that this terrible, horrible moment would be over.
"Sweetheart, can I touch it?" Gideon asked and Cass jerked his gaze away from the ceiling and back towards the redhead. Cass blinked, before nibbling on his bottom lip.
"As long as you kiss me first." Cass negotiated and Gideon paused before a cheesy smile spread across his face. He leaned forward, using his own arm to brace against the bed as Edgar stared at Cass with soft eyes.
"Caspian, you don’t need to try to negotiate that. You just need to ask, remember? Otherwise I might think you’re asking to be kissed somewhere else." Gideon told him against Cass’ lips before his tongue, gentle and soft, rubbed against Cass’.
Cass moaned into the kiss, his hands twitching on his chest as Gideon deepened it. Cass melted into the touch, enjoying it so much he didn’t want to break free from the kiss. Gideon did eventually let him go, his lips glistening from Cass’ saliva and Cass watched him, hungry. Gideon snorted.
"You are going to swallow me whole if you look at me like that, sweetheart." Gideon teased and Cass flicked his tongue out, licking his lips.
"You know I wouldn’t mind that. I like the way your cock feels in my throat." It was Gideon’s turn to flush as Edgar smirked. Edgar glanced at Gideon as he pulled back so that he was at the end of the bed again and Edgar turned his gaze to Cass. He scanned him up and down before smirking and meeting Cass’ eyes.
"What about my cock?" Edgar asked and Cass flushed.
"I like your cock too." Cass responded quickly. It should have sounded like he was rushing to answer because he was trying to cover up how he felt about Edgar’s cock. Instead, it sounded to Cass’ ears that he was desperate for more. Edgar’s smile was slow and deliberate as it crossed his lip. Cass watched as Edgar bit his bottom lip intentionally, showing off a little fang.
"I think that’s not the only thing you like about me." He teased and Cass, feeling flustered, blurted out a response.
"You’re right, I also like your big heart." Cass said. Edgar paused, before he threw back his head and laughed. Edgar lowered himself down, sliding down until his legs dangled off the edge of the bed and he grabbed onto Cass’ left left, pressing his lips against the side of Cass’ knee. Cass flinched, holding his breath.
"Oh, I know that." Edgar told him, his blue eyes glowing. Cass jerked his gaze to Gideon as he realised that the other man was doing the same. Both men were half on, half off the bed as they stared at the spot between Cass’ legs. Edgar was distracting Cass with small touches, sweet kisses, and the small, sensual scraping of his fangs against Cass’ skin.
Gideon, however, was honed in on the spot between Cass’ legs with the focus of a knight. A man who laid out his goals and accomplished them with a single-minded focus. Cass gulped.
Gideon didn’t move without Cass’ approval though. Like Cass worried about, the man kept confirming with Cass that his every move was okay. When he slid his hands up Cass’ thighs, when he inched closer, when his breath fanned Cass’ sensitive areas.
Cass felt like he was going insane as those serious, passionate green eyes met his own. It was made worse when he felt how wet he grew with each ask of permission. With each small question Cass could feel himself soaking the damn sheets.
The last question in Gideon’s eyes made Cass’ skin burn as his mouth opened and that damn skillful tongue came out. His hot breath fanned Cass as he asked for permission and this time, Cass could only nod. When he did, Gideon moved closer. His grip on Cass’ thighs were hesitant, ready to release him if Cass reacted negatively.
No one was expecting Cass’ back to bow off of the bed as soon as Gideon’s tongue touched the wet folds between his thighs. The sound that left Cass’ lips had even himself shocked. Gideon paused, Edgar paused, as Cass felt his body shiver and shake.
It was only a small touch. A gentle one, but the feeling of another wet warmth against this sensitive area had Cass shaking.
Edgar was up the bed in a heartbeat, his hands over Cass’ chest, face and arms. He was petting him, calming him down as Cass tried to breathe. Gideon pulled away, but stayed in place. It was almost like he was holding him down against the bed as Cass felt like he was babbling. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying.
That had been a punch to a part of his system he didn’t even know. Cass was scared, shaken, and Edgar calmed him down.
When Cass was more of himself, he slid his watery gaze to Gideon. Gideon looked like he was a dog who had chewed up his owner’s favourite pair of shoes. When Cass offered him a shaking hand, Gideon moved, leaning his face into it.
"It’s okay." Cass whispered hoarsely. After having Edgar calm him down he knew that Gideon needed it too. "It was just surprising. Um, m-maybe going tongue first wasn’t the right idea." Cass admitted softly. Gideon nodded.
"Fingers first." He muttered, as if solidifying a new plan in his mind. Edgar sighed, shaking his head, Cass’ head in his lap now as Gideon settled himself back into the V of Cass’ legs. Cass, with Edgar’s thighs as one of the nicest pillows he’d ever had, shivered slightly at the way the air moved around as Gideon settled back. Edgar’s hand stroked Cass’ hair. It was comforting, soothing.
They should have done this the first time around.
"I also like your thighs." Cass mumbled, breaking the tension in the air. Edgar chuckled and even Gideon smiled. He released Cass’ one thigh so that he could use his left hand.
"I won’t lose out to Eddie’s thighs. I work out quite a bit." Gideon muttered and Edgar snorted.
"I don’t, which means mine are softer." He sounded so proud of that fact and Cass felt a silly smile touch his lips. That quickly disappeared as Gideon caught his gaze and slowly slid his index and middle finger against the edge of Cass’ pussy.
Cass sucked in, and while it was still overstimulating, it wasn’t making his back arch off of the bed again. Everyone took that as a good sign as Gideon slowly traced the outline of the opening with his fingers. He kept glancing up at Cass, making sure this was okay as Cass reached up and clung to Edgar’s thighs like they were a lifeline. Edgar didn’t flinch, letting Cass sink his fingers into his skin, Cass’ chest heaving with every touch.
Gideon went around it twice, letting Cass know with a low, controlled voice as he made each lap. Then he let Cass know when he was going towards the center.
The sound that left Cass’ lips made everyone pause, the heat building in the room as Cass’ body trembled, his body wet and liquid as Gideon touched a place his cock had only slid near.
"Holy shit." Cass moaned. "Oh fuck, oh shit." Cass could barely get the words out.
"I’m going to slide a tip of a finger in." Gideon breathed and Cass nodded, desperate for him to do so. As soon as Cass felt the slight intrusion Cass’ cock jerked and sprayed his chest with cum. Cass couldn’t speak. Gideon and Edgar watched on with quiet, dangerous expressions.
Cass had had every right to worry about their reactions, but from the way that Gideon’s jaw tightened, he was not about to go against his wishes.
"I am curious to see how this cream seeping from here tastes." Gideon whispered, watching Cass as he kept his fingers in place. Cass nodded, gulping air into his lungs, his body a tight string held between the two men as Gideon lowered himself closer once more. This time Cass didn’t arch off of the bed. He was pretty sure it was because Gideon still had his fingers nearby if not inserted inside of him.
That didn’t last long. Gideon thrust his tongue deep inside of Cass and the cry that left Cass’ lips had Edgar bending to claim his lips in a furious, delicious kiss that made Cass’ head spin. He was speared on both sides, his body twisting and twitching as both men ate Cass with a hunger that had that ache inside of him deepening. Cass was a moaning, whimpering mess, made only worse as Gideon slid his fingers lower and began to tease Cass’ other entrance.
When he slid his fingers inside, his green gaze on Cass from behind his cock, Cass let out a sound that felt completely animal.
Cass was leaking like a damn faucet from his cock and whatever he was leaking from his pussy Gideon was eating up like a man starved. Cass’ chest was covered in his own cum, Edgar’s hand sliding down to spread his fingers in the mess. Cass’ mind was blank as pleasure began to fill him over and over.
Edgar only pulled back enough to shift their bodies and offer Cass his cock to suck on, his face flushed with desire as his monstrous blue gaze watched him. Cass sucked him clean, drinking heavily from his cock as Edgar grit his teeth and filled Cass’ mouth, his eyes watching as Cass ground his hips against Gideon’s greedy tongue.
Cass had no idea how he was ever going to come back from this.