Chapter 295: A dragon in his lap (suggestive)
Cass sat nervously in the exact same spot that he sat in when he was in the carriage with Edgar earlier.
This was partially his own decision, and partly because Edgar had gestured for him to get into that spot. Cass was a little confused as to why Edgar was so insistent, but it all became clear when Edgar began instructing Lucian about what to do.
"I crawled into his lap." Edgar said, gesturing to Cass. "You should do the same." Edgar told Lucian and Cass felt his eyes go wide as the carriage door closed and the large man turned to Cass, a look of determination in his eyes.
Cass wanted to complain, wanted to protest, but how could he do that when Lucian was looking at him like that? Like he was so excited, so eager to do exactly that same thing that Edgar had done?
Edgar was no help. The man was grinning from his spot on the bench across from them. He was making sure he could get a good look at what Lucian was doing, along with Cass’ shocked expression.
"Excuse me? Why is Lucian crawling into my lap?" Cass demanded and Lucian halted. He had one leg raised, pressing into the cushions beside Cass’ thighs, his hand pressed against the back of the carriage and the other was about to grab onto Cass’ shoulder for support.
"Uh, because Edgar did it?" Lucian said, like it was obvious and then continued. Cass let out a soft exhale as the man rested his weight on Cass’ legs. It wasn’t the same kind of weight as Edgar sitting on him. It wasn’t even because he was bigger.
He just felt bigger. Like there was a knowing in the back of his mind that Lucian was only partially showing off how much he weighed. He shifted closer, adjusting his weight and Cass groaned.
Like Edgar, Cass had no idea where to put his hands, and he could feel the red sneaking up his neck and face. Edgar’s gaze was bright as he watched them, and he took off his hat and put it to the side on the bench. Cass glared at him, but Lucian turned his gaze back towards him.
He grabbed Cass’ chin, tilting his head back so that he could meet Lucian’s gaze from where he sat. He was hunched over, his taller frame not doing him any favours given the position he was in. He had a satisfied smile on his face though, like he was getting what he wanted.
"So this is what Edgar did to you? What else did you do?" His smile grew dangerous and sexy as his eyes dipped to Cass’ lips and Cass flinched. "I have a feeling I know what happened, but I’d like to hear about it." He said and Edgar chuckled behind him.
"He was so cute. He has no idea where to put his hands." Edgar told Lucian, glee in his tone. Lucian looked over his shoulder, breaking eye contact with Cass. Cass took a moment to breathe without the gaze of a dragon staring him down.
"Really? Is that why he isn’t touching me?" Lucian asked and Edgar laughed again.
"You’re going to have to show him. I put his hand on my thigh and he didn’t even move it. Just squeezed it every once in a while." Cass hated that he was getting a play by play while Cass was still there. Couldn’t they do that when he wasn’t around?
"Could you not make fun of me?" Cass muttered, annoyed. Both Lucian and Edgar gave him a look, both confused.
"What do you mean? We aren’t making fun of you." Edgar told him.
"We wouldn’t dare." Lucian agreed and Cass grumbled.
"You’re laughing. That’s what making fun of someone is." Cass told them and Edgar got to his feet, moving quickly even though the carriage had begun to move. He slid into the spot next to Cass, on his left side.
Edgar stared at Cass’ slightly pouty look, and the frustration and embarrassment that covered his expression.
"Oh Babe, no. I’m laughing because I think it’s cute that you’re so flustered. I’m not making fun of you. Did you think that I was?" Edgar asked and Cass didn’t respond with words, but he did look away from him. Edgar leaned in, resting his head against his shoulder. "Baaaaaabe. No! I would never do that!" Maybe this version of Edgar wouldn’t.
Cass could think of another version of him that would.
"You wouldn’t now." Cass said quietly, and Edgar groaned.
"Fuck. I’m such an ass." Edgar muttered and Lucian nodded.
"Me too. I’m sorry, Cass. We’ve got a lot of work we need to do to prove to you that we are worthy of your trust and affection." Lucian told him. The sincerity in his tone, the way he spoke had Cass hesitating slightly.
"It’s not that I don’t know what to do." Cass protested, and felt Edgar jerk against his shoulder. Edgar raised his head, his eyes wide as he watched a blushing Cass speak. "It’s just...you haven’t given me permission to do anything, and I’m so new to this that I don’t want to do something wrong. I like doing things the right way." Cass was big enough to admit that.
He also felt that tracked with Lord Blackburn.
A disbelieving smile crossed Edgar’s lips, his eyes wide as if he almost couldn’t believe what Cass was saying. Lucian, who was in Cass’ lap still, gave a chuckle.
"Is that so? Do you want to try? Where do you want to put your hands, Cass?" Lucian asked, his gaze flickering between the dragon inside, and the human shell he was wearing. Cass gulped. He had talked a big game, had sounded so damn confident, but now that he was faced with the consequences of his own actions....
Cass let out a shaky breath, an Edgar to his left, and a Lucian on his lap. Cass bit his lip, raising his gaze to Lucian’s and watched as the other man grinned. Lucian leaned in, his lips brushing against Cass’ right side.
"You can do it. I give you permission. You could do whatever you want to me, Sweetness." Cass felt a shiver run down his spine at the way that Lucian was allowing him to do anything he wanted. Cass took another shaky breath before he dropped his gaze to Lucian’s body.
Those fucking fuckers. Those damn things that kept looking at him, staring at him. They were practically eye level with him right now. Cass, with shaky hands, finally acted on the urge he’d had since he became aware of these damn feelings inside of him.
He raised his hands and cupped Lucian’s pecs. The laughter that left the man shook his whole body.
"I had a feeling that was coming." Lucian said, smug. He was so damn smug as Cass swallowed, squeezing the fabric and flesh under his hands. They were surprisingly stiff, and not as bouncy as Cass expected. Not that he wanted them bouncy. He liked the feeling. They were warm too.
"Do you like them?" Edgar asked, curious, and Cass bit his lip again.
"I...don’t dislike them." Cass admitted and Lucian chuckled.
"He has a hard time looking away when I show them off." Lucian bragged. Cass watched as Edgar glanced down at his own chest, before looking over at Lucian. Then he looked back at Cass.
"Do you want to touch mine?" He asked and Cass felt like his face was so red that he would never recover. He felt flushed, anxious, and...and he could tell that he was slowly getting worked up in a way that was going to be noticeable to everyone involved rather quickly.
"I-I don’t need to. You just told me to touch him." Cass knew he sounded defensive. He felt defensive. Lucian raised his hands up, covering Cass’ hands and making him squeeze his pecs harder.
"You can be rougher. I’m tough. Hell, you could even twist my nipples, Cass. I guarantee I’ll like pretty much anything you do." Lucian said with a wink. Cass nearly swallowed his tongue.
"A-Anything?" He choked out and Lucian chuckled.
"Anything, Sweetness. Why? Are you thinking something naughty?" Lucian’s smile was wicked as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against his cheek. "You can think something naughty about me. Go ahead. I’ll embrace anything. You want to rub our cocks together? Do you want to kiss? Do you want to thrust your cock against my pecs? I’ll lie down on the bench right now." Lucian whispered and Cass nearly choked.
"W-What? That’s inappropriate!" Cass protested and Edgar and Lucian shared a look before they laughed. Edgar leaned in, kissing Cass’ slightly opened lips before moving up and pressing his lips against his forehead.
"Cass Baby, we just want you to have a good time with us. We want you to experience everything you want. If we’re moving too fast, you need to tell us. We’ll try to read the cues, but you already know we’re pretty bad at it." Edgar told him, looking apologetic. "So tell us with these pretty lips of yours." Edgar said, hovering his own lips over Cass’.
It was hot. Cass would admit it. It was hot as hell to have the man against his lips, whispering promises and desires against them. Cass let out a soft noise and watched as Edgar’s gaze flared bright blue. There was nothing human about it.
Cass whimpered as he noticed his fangs had dropped. Oh fuck. Cass was so fucked.
"Don’t forget about me." Lucian growled, squeezing Cass’ hands over his pecs again. Cass shivered as Edgar moved back, allowing Lucian to come in. How Cass could forget him was beyond him. The man was a constant weight on his lap, his body radiating heat in a way that wouldn’t let him forget it.
Cass stared up at him, meeting his bright orange gaze and watched as his eyelids flickered, that second set doing something to Cass’ stomach. It clenched, flipping and Cass let out another helpless noise. Lucian licked his lips before he bent. He waited only a second before he pressed his mouth against Cass’. Giving him time to say no.
To turn his head away.
Instead, Cass felt his head gently bump against the back of the carriage as Lucian pushed him back, taking total control of the kiss. Just experience, his ass.
Cass wasn’t even good at lying to himself. Maybe he would be thinking about what they had done in the carriage, but Cass knew better. The way his stomach was twisting told him that this was so much more than just experience.
What it was?
Cass still refused to look at it.