Cass found himself moving his hips, rubbing his ass against the eager, willing tongue below him as Edgar held onto their cocks, rubbing them together. Edgar’s lips were pressed against his own, his tongue searching Cass’ in time with the strokes of his fingers while Gideon thrust his fingers in and out of Cass’ eager ass. His rhythm didn’t match the one that Edgar was setting, and that only made the moment more enjoyable.
More fun.
Cass ground his hips further, his body moving in a way that Cass was sure he would forget once he wasn’t in heat. This was too practised, too normal. Cass’ body didn’t normally move like this. He didn’t have the confidence.
Cass was just along for the ride, his hands gripping Edgar’s ass in his hands, squeezing it tightly as the men consumed him, bringing him to climax over and over. Cass moaned, his hips jerking, his body clenching around Gideon’s fingers and tongue as he soaked Gideon’s face as he came. Edgar’s hand was covered in his thick seed, the air thick with the scent of his own cum as Edgar kept stroking their cocks.
He knew by now that it didn’t matter. Cass could keep going, no matter what. He stroked harder, faster, his other hand against Cass’ neck pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. Their breaths were fevered, frantic, Edgar making these cute little moans that had Cass on edge.
He was so fucking hot, especially as a fang slid against Cass’ tongue. Not intentional, not hard, but enough to slice Cass’ tongue. Blood, sharp and metallic filled their mouths and Edgar froze before Cass felt his cock jerk against his own. Cum spilled, his ass flexing and his kiss more frantic. Cass let him take, let him consume.
The way he sucked his tongue had Cass’ eyes rolling back into his head. Fuck. What a needy little vampire.
Cass wanted to move against him more, he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside of him and fill him up. With how round his ass was in his hands, Cass wanted to grip and cling onto it while he drove them both to climax.
Edgar pulled back from the kiss, his eyes fevered, bright blue, and a little bit of blood on his lips. Gideon was still eating Cass out, his fingers deep inside of him as Cass panted, his face warm. Edgar stared at Cass for a long moment, his eyes bright before he reached down and tapped Gideon’s arm.
"Enough. It’s my turn." Edgar muttered. Cass blinked.
"Your turn?" Cass repeated and Edgar nodded. He glanced around, looking at the space around them. Gideon had convinced them to come back to the bedroom, leaving the office behind. It hadn’t been too hard of a task to do since Cass got to eat Edgar out in the office first, and then Gideon lured them back with this position. Now Edgar was staring at Cass like he was the one hungry and Cass shivered. Edgar slid his hand slowly down Cass’ neck, his thumb rubbing the skin there.
"Yeah. My turn. You promised you’d lay there, wide open for me. Are you going to go back on your word?" Edgar asked, pouting. Cass stared.
The man knew exactly what he was doing, and Cass wasn’t going to be able to fight him, ever. Cass closed his eyes, groaning. He did want Edgar to do what he said, but he had kind of hoped that he would forget. Or he’d be so out of it that he didn’t remember.
That didn’t seem to be the case, however.
"Are you thirsty?" Cass asked carefully. He watched as Edgar’s gaze slid to Cass’ pulse, his thumb rubbing his throat carefully, gently. Edgar slid his hand down further until his thumb was rubbing against Cass’ nipple. Cass let out a careful hiss.
"Am I thirsty?" Edgar repeated, before a slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. "Bunny, I’m always thirsty for you. I could never get enough of you. You taste delicious. I could sip on you all day." Edgar shivered a little, his eyes falling until he was only staring at Cass through a small, dangerous window. Hooded, handsome, with a little fang.
Edgar was dangerous for Cass’ heart.
"Oh look, your pulse picked up. How cute." Edgar murmured and Cass groaned.
"Do we have to do it now?" Cass asked, revealing that he didn’t really want to do it. That only seemed to make Edgar more insistent.
"Why not now? You can have Gideon down your throat while I lick and suck and taste you. Come on. Gideon got to eat you out, Lucy got to do it too. I want to taste you too. All of you." Edgar huffed. "I know what I’m doing." Edgar told him seriously and Cass flushed.
Oh. It wasn’t just that he wanted to taste him, but he wanted to taste him. Cass coughed. He felt his face warm. Gideon even shifted, forcing Cass and Edgar to get up so that he could come up for air. He sat up, his hair all over the place, his face wet, his lips a little swollen, but his green eyes alive.
"Or I could eat Eddie out. Whatever you two want. I’m fine with anything." Gideon told them and Edgar huffed.
"No. You need to feed him while I’m enjoying myself. I plan to be thorough, so I want him to have a steady food source." Edgar told him and Gideon nodded. Cass was flustered.
"But Eddie, you’re-"
"Just because I’m not going to put my dick in you doesn’t mean I don’t want to put other things in you. Like my tongue or fingers or fangs. That’s a rude assumption, and maybe I do want to put my dick in you. I just like the idea of you putting your dick in me more." Edgar gave him a glare. "Which is why it’s so rude that Lucy calls me a bottom. I’m a bottom by choice." He sounded rather indignant and Cass could only laugh.
"Yeah. I’m pretty sure no one is a bottom or a top without choice, Eddie." Cass told him and Edgar flushed. Grumpy, he gently pushed Cass back, Gideon catching him so that he didn’t hurt himself as Cass fell onto his back. Cass stared up at the mural for a moment before Gideon was there, pillows in hand.
"Here. Let me prop you up so you can see." Gideon said with a warm smile. Cass flushed. Okay, this wasn’t feeling as sexy and lovely as it had before. He was feeling aware, and he didn’t like that.
Cass didn’t want to be fully aware, and if heats were going to be like this moving forward, he would rather the times when he wasn’t.
The memories were sometimes enough for him.
Cass gave a small yelp as Edgar crouched down and spread Cass’ legs wide open. Gideon sat on his thighs near Cass’ head, a smile on his face, his cock out for everyone to see. Cass’ hands clutched onto the blanket underneath him, the words of protest dying on his lips. He couldn’t, not after half of the shit he’d done to Edgar.
It was...only fair.
Edgar slid into a more comfortable position, getting comfy like he was going to get there a while. He slid onto his chest, bending his legs at the knee since they were a bit too long and hit the headboard behind him. He had a wide grin on his face, staring down at Cass’ spread thighs with a smile that was all teeth.
Dangerous fangs, dangerous tongue, dangerous lips. Cass felt his ass twitch.
"I’m not coming up until my face is pruny." Edgar whispered and Cass sucked in.
"Edgar." He warned and Edgar slid bright, monstrous eyes towards him. The shit-eating smile that he gave Cass had his cock twitching.
"I think it’s only fair. That way you’ll never say no to me doing this again." Edgar told him seriously and Cass flushed.
"What makes you think I’ve said no?" Cass asked and Edgar reached up, gripping onto Cass’ thighs. Cass felt the muscles under his hands twitch. He felt so damn vulnerable like this. Exposed.
"My lovely, sweet, cute Bunny. You run away often. Why do you think I call you bunny? You like to flee, and most times, I like watching you go, but not right now. This is about trust. I need you to trust that I won’t harm you, well, more than you like me to harm you. When I have you open like this, I want you to trust me. We’re all a little monstrous here, and I want you to know that despite that, despite the little bit of fear that comes with trusting me, or Lucy at your most vulnerable core, that we would never do something to hurt you. Bring you extreme pleasure, yes, but never harm." Cass watched as his own chest rose and fell as he listened to Edgar talk.
What he said made sense, and to Cass, with his confusion and heat and everything else going on, he hadn’t realised that was even an underlying factor. Edgar’s smile when he noticed that Cass was actually listening to him was tight.
"This is the first time that we’ve been able to talk like this when you’ve had your heat. I’m glad. I was worried that it was always going to be you a little too dazed to be reasonable." Edgar was pleased, but Cass was not.
"I’m not." Cass blurted, surprising Edgar and Gideon. "I would have liked to remain oblivious to this. Unaware. Distant. I liked it better that way." Cass had no problem telling them that and Edgar laughed. Even Gideon was chuckling.
"Is it because this feels too real otherwise?" Gideon asked softly and Cass nodded. Edgar leaned forward, Cass watching him with baited breath as he pressed a soft, tender kiss to the inside of Cass’ thigh. Cass twitched, his cock bobbing in the air. Exposed. At Edgar’s mercy.
"Oh Bunny, you can’t say things like that. That’s only going to make me want to tease you more. I was planning to go easy on you, but if you’re too cute I might be a little mean." Edgar showed off a little fang and Cass shuddered. Edgar grinned. "Now I’m going to tease you more. You know that you get a little extra turned on when I bite you, right? What do you think would happen if I bit aaaaall around your most sensitive, tender spots?" Edgar asked and Cass gulped.
"I-I don’t know." Cass replied quickly, too quickly. His mind was already racing. Even from the brief little touch of Edgar’s fang against his tongue his body was pumped full of dopamine. The good kind that made his dick harder and his, uh, vagina leak. Edgar chuckled as he watched Cass’ body twitch from below.
"Oh Bunny, you look so cute and delicious. What am I going to do with you?"
"Lick him." Gideon suggested, and Edgar turned his gaze towards him. He smirked.
"Well, I’m glad to see that you’re on whatever side gets you a dick in your mouth, or your dick in someone else’s mouth." Edgar said and Gideon sighed.
"I do what’s best for everyone. Or Cass, and right now he needs a good licking." Cass felt his face warm. He raised his hands, covering his face. This was fucking embarrassing, made worse by the fact that even though he was so thoroughly embarrassed, he wasn’t fighting this in the slightest.
Feeling Edgar’s breath wash over his balls and the newer, wet vagina had him shivering in anticipation. Shit. Fuck. Why couldn’t he be less aware again?