The rapid triple knock came shortly after, while Cass was in the middle of undoing Edgar’s pants while still rubbing himself against Edgar from behind. It was a familiar sound, and Cass could also smell who it was from where he stood.
His senses were heightened because his heat was coming, was here, and one of the men he wanted to suck dry was here. A door between them.
The door opened with a wiggle of Cass’ finger and Gideon stood on the other side, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as both men looked at him over their shoulders. Edgar was flushed, pressed against the desk and unable to move or escape, while Cass had a wide, happy, almost goofy grin on his face at the sight of Gideon.
"Oh look, the puppy has arrived." Cass remarked, watching as Gideon’s gaze slid from Cass, to Edgar, and back to Cass.
"You haven’t...done anything yet, have you?" Gideon asked carefully and Cass laughed. It was a joyous sound, setting both Edgar and Gideon on high alert. They hadn’t experienced this kind of Cass before. He was always changing, always shifting. More into who he was meant to be? They could only assume, same as Cass.
"Mm, nothing but a little bit of grinding. Care to join?" It was such a simple suggestion. Light, airy, but beneath it Gideon could feel the weight. The desire. Gideon gulped, stepping into the office with a nervous look. He was right to be nervous.
The door slammed shut behind him, the lock sliding into place and Gideon had a very suspicious feeling that they might spend the whole heat in this room if he wasn’t careful.
"Clothes on?" Gideon asked, a little surprised he was able to have a coherent, if wild, conversation with Cass while he was so clearly in his heat. Cass chuckled.
"Feel free to strip. I’d love to feel your bare cock against me." Hearing those words from Cass’ lips, watching as those lust-filled heart eyes scanned Gideon from head to toe had Gideon’s already preparing body warming faster. He sighed, grabbing his jacket and began undoing the buttons as he moved across the room. He tossed it to the side, reaching for the buttons in his pants next.
The way that Cass watched him as he did so made Gideon feel desired, wanted. Cass always tended to look at them like that when he was in his heat, but it was usually after he’d lost all sanity. Seeing Cass look at him like this while his own chest heaved, his hands still on Edgar’s waist? It did something to Gideon’s ego.
It swelled, much like his cock stuck in the fabric of his pants.
Even Edgar was staring at him with desire, and Gideon was reminded that he had almost missed out on this opportunity. He was not about to let go of this any time soon.
"Do you have anything to put under Edgar’s hips so he doesn’t bruise?" Gideon asked, knowing that if he didn’t ask the question now, no one would think about it later. He was actually impressed he was still able to think with his head as his lower one pulsed with need.
Cass blinked, having not considered that. It was clear from the look in Edgar’s eyes that he hadn’t considered it either. Thankfully, the mages were here and Edgar himself summoned over a pillow from the loveseat for his hips.
Cass shifted him back in an impressive display of control so that he could put it under him. Gideon undressed while this happened before he reached for Cass and began to undress the other man. Cass leaned back, his lips eager, demanding, and Gideon was not the kind of man who could resist something so wonderful. Their lips met in a delicious tangle of warmth, desire, and tongues. Cass was forceful today. Demanding.
He wanted things his way, and there was no room for discussion. Cass was taking, and that sent a shiver down Gideon’s spine. He hadn’t been with a Cass like this, not yet, and when Gideon slid his body against Cass from behind, his cock finding the delicious ridge of Cass’ ass, Cass moaned loudly into Gideon’s mouth. Gideon felt his body tighten, his arms flex as he held onto the delicate, but considerably thicker man in his arms who rubbed against his cock, his chest and his tongue.
"Don’t forget about me." Edgar complained, wiggling against the table. Gideon could watch him do so, heard the soft creaks from the desk under him and smiled into the kiss he was sharing with Cass.
Without breaking contact, Gideon thrust against Cass, rubbing against him and forcing Cass to rub against Edgar. Edgar let out a yelp, the force of it clearly harder than what Cass had been doing before. Cass did like to tease them, but particularly liked to tease Edgar.
Gideon understood. He had wonderful responses to when he was teased. Edgar blossomed when he was teased to a fever pitch, same with Cass. Gideon just also knew that he needed to get the edge off for Cass.
The way that Cass’ eyes rolled back in his head as Gideon rubbed and thrust his cock against him, forcing him to rub against Edgar, Gideon’s hands coming down to grip onto Cass’ chest as he did so made Gideon feel like a god. He was allowing him to have so much control over him while still being demanding, still taking.
Cass was allowing Gideon to have control and that was a heavy, powerful thing. Gideon took his position very seriously. He picked up the pace, slamming his hips home, his cock rubbing against Cass, clothes keeping them safe from anything dangerous happening as Gideon locked them into a pace that was setting all of them ablaze.
Edgar’s moans, his hands desperately gripping on to the edge of the desk out of the corner of Gideon’s eye, had his pulse racing in his chest. Cass’ tongue in Gideon’s mouth, his back pressing tightly against Gideon’s as he drove himself against him over and over had Gideon holding onto sanity like a lifeline.
It all came to a head when Cass twitched, his body shaking, shivering, moaning Gideon and Edgar’s name into Gideon’s mouth. That was it. Gideon pulled away from Cass, yanking the man away from Edgar and forcing him to his knees. Cass at first seemed annoyed until he came face to dick with Gideon’s, Gideon’s hand stroking his length as Cass came closer.
Cass breathed, his mouth opening as swallowing Gideon’s tip willingly. Edgar turned to watch it happen, his face flushed as Gideon clenched his teeth, groaning as he gave Cass the first load of his heat. Cass drank eagerly, reaching up a hand to milk Gideon’s balls. He was greedy, wanting every last drop.
That thought made Gideon laugh. When was Cass not greedy? He always wanted everything. Everything that Gideon could offer, and then more. Gideon stared down at the white-haired man fondly, his lips wrapped around his cock, his tongue gently stroking against the tip of it. Gideon shivered. He would always give him whatever he wanted.
"Eddie hasn’t cum yet, lovely." Gideon rasped, and watched as Cass’ eyes lit up from within. "How about I grind against him while you suck him off?" Gideon suggested and watched as desire flared in those pretty, pretty eyes. It was adorable that his eyes, which used to be ominous and scary, had shifted into something so damn cute he knew that Lucian was going to lose his mind once he saw them.
Red eyes. Dangerous. Scary. Now heart shaped. Cass could rule the world with his mystique and cuteness if he wanted to.
"Oh yes please. Thrust his cock down my throat." Cass said as he pulled back from Gideon’s cock. "Wait. I want to undress." Cass muttered, and that’s what he did. Gideon took the chance to undress Edgar as well, but when he got to Edgar’s shirt Cass protested. "No. I want him half undressed. It’s more naughty." Cass clarified and Edgar flushed.
"Only me?" He repeated and Cass nodded, his gaze narrowing. He was seeing something that they weren’t, and that made him shudder. To everyone’s surprise, Cass reached for his own nipple and gave it a sharp twist.
"Yeah. Only you." Cass repeated, as if unaware his hands were doing things to his body that made both men want to riot. Edgar pouted.
"This isn’t fair." He protested and the sweet smile that Cass gave them had them enthralled.
"This is my heat. It’s not supposed to be fair." Cass warned, before he came around the desk, kneeling as he pulled Edgar into a tender, sweet kiss that had the man swooning on the desk. "But you like it, right?" Cass asked softly. Gideon found himself nodding even though the question wasn’t directed towards him.
"Y-Yeah." Edgar breathed, his blue eyes glowing and dazed. Cass gave a slow, predatory grin.
"If you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you drink blood from my thighs." Cass purred and watched as Edgar jerked on the table.
"Your thighs?" Edgar repeated and Cass chuckled.
"I know it’s a favourite spot for vampires. Read about it in a book. You can take your time too. I’ll lay wide open for you if you let me do what I want right now." Cass negotiated and Gideon worried what he would be doing while that was happening.
He knew he would be watching, that was damn sure. Cass, on his back, laying wide open for Edgar to feast? Gideon’s cock was already hard thinking about it.
"Okay." Edgar breathed and Cass leaned in and gave him a wet, loud kiss that had Gideon narrowing his eyes.
"Good boy." Cass breathed as he pulled away, got to shaky feet and came back around the desk. He slid to his knees, then his ass as he shifted underneath Edgar. Gideon got into place as Cass put his mouth on Edgar’s cock. Gideon slid his hand to Edgar’s back, running up his spine and rubbing it gently. Tenderly.
"Make sure to feed him well, Eddie." Gideon whispered. "Since he’s going to feed you just as well." Edgar’s gaze when he looked back at Gideon was one of betrayal.
"Don’t you turn into a sex demon too, Giddy." Edgar accused with a pout and Gideon laughed.
"I fear it’s too late. I am a mirror for my master." Gideon warned before he slid his bare cock against Edgar’s bare ass. Edgar’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before they opened quickly again. When he met Gideon’s gaze it was full of a desire that Gideon had longed to see for years.
Cass moaned underneath them, stroking his own cock in rapid, quick strokes that Gideon swore had a scent to them. A perfumed, delicious scent that was uniquely Cass and tied to his heats. Gideon took a deep breath and focused. He had to.
He had been given a task to do by Cass, and he needed to do it. He wanted to do it.
He began to thrust against Edgar’s ass, rubbing his cock against the ass he’d always wanted to enter, hearing Edgar’s whimpers and moans, Cass’ joining the fray as Gideon grunted with effort.
Feeling Edgar find his release, hearing the sounds, the scent, the need fill the air...it was something that Gideon would never get enough of. Cass’ heats had a way of bringing them together that nothing else could. Now Gideon just had to make sure that they ended up in the bedroom, for Edgar and Cass’ backs sake.