Chapter 306: Reading between the lines (m)
Lucian had thought that he knew what was about to happen. He had thought he had everything planned, and that he had seen everything that there was to see. He’d been with all kinds of creatures.
He had not been a celibate dragon.
He’d slept with everything and anyone who had been willing, but this was...Lucian was not prepared for how quickly Cass changed.
One moment, he was going on about how they needed to follow the silly rules that he’d made him sign, with Sam staring at him like he was the problem, and then the next moment he was telling Lucian about how he felt empty.
It wasn’t a normal switch, and if Lucian hadn’t known about Cass’ secret blood relations, he would have certainly wondered then.
Cass was a flush faced, heavy breathing god. There was no other way to put it. HIs hands only moved in gentle, seductive waves. His eyes lidded, his lips wet, plump, and ready for the sucking. His breath was feathery, even as his chest heaved, and his clothes were slipping off of his shoulders in just the right way.
If Lucian didn’t know Cass, he would have thought that the man had planned to seduce him. Hell, he might have, but there was a deep knowing in his gut that this wasn’t meant for Lucian.
This was meant for anyone.
That thought made Lucian’s jaw clench, and a burst of smoke trailed from his nostrils. His chest burned with lava that wanted to spill out, but he never would allow it. Not this close to Cass, and not when the man was so clearly out of it.
He didn’t fully know what was wrong with his body. He just knew that something was wrong, and that this had been happening since childhood. Lucian had signed that fucking contract, and so he was going to help the man.
Even if it felt like a damn punch to the gut to know that Cass had been like this for even a second without him. Then, a wave of guilt washed over him as soon as he had the thought.
What fucking right did he have to even feel this way? The man had been suffering while he’d known him, and what had he done? Mock him behind his back while he dealt with this...situation on his own? Call him weak and foolish, while knowing that the man’s body was ready to burst from the amount of magic that he was containing?
What had Lucian done? Tell him? Approach him and offer help? No. Not until Cass had come back, a changed, jaded man, but his edges softened slightly. That was when Lucian had made his move, and when Cass proved that he had given up any hope for any of them.
Lucian should be jumping for joy that the man even let him near him without stabbing him. He’d deserve it.
He’d let the man get a few jabs in. What was a little bleeding for love, hmm? Plus, that was practically love bites in dragon culture.
Lucian looked down at the man who was staring at him like he wanted to eat him whole and Lucian groaned. It was never a good thing when he looked at him like this. He liked when Cass was hesitant, excited, but unsure. When he looked at him like he was going to eat him whole and lick his fingers clean, Lucian got a little worried.
He wondered how much of this Cass would remember. If he forgot everything, that was okay.
Lucian would remember enough of this for the both of them. Hell, he would probably want to reenact it, so that Cass wouldn’t forget again. He would love to see the man flushing, embarrassed, as Lucian walked him through each step again.
He was going to be so flustered.
Lucian felt his mouth grow dangerously wide.
"Sweetness, do you want that shirt off of you?" He asked, his voice cloyingly sweet. Cass nodded, his head looking too heavy for his own body.
"Yeah." His voice was whiny, cute. Lucian wished he had a way to freeze this moment forever. He wanted to store it in his mind. Maybe there would be a time where he could get Cass to make that sound again?
He could hope.
Lucian reached for the man, carefully taking off his shirt to expose the expanse of creamy, white skin underneath. It was so tantalizing that Lucian felt his mouth water. What unblemished, tempting skin? No wonder he covered it up as much as possible.
He’d be called a slut just for exposing a wrist otherwise.
If he didn’t know better, he would have said that Cass was the vampire, not Eddie. It wasn’t ruled out, given that Cass could drink blood without it hurting him. In fact, sometimes it appeared that he needed it, but he didn’t have cute fangs like Eddie did.
He just had flat, normal teeth. Cute, omnivore teeth. He wondered if Cass would like his mouth when he was partially shifted and his teeth were sharper, dangerous.
Lucian felt a wicked smile cross his face.
Given how wiggly and turned on he got the other day, he probably would love it. Especially if he nibbled a little bit. Fuck. The gods had given him a gift in Cass, and he needed to not fuck it up again.
Lucian let out a rumble as he saw the pink little pin pricks on his chest. His nipples were small, pretty, and looked so damn eager that Lucian couldn’t help himself as he bent, pressing a kiss to the one closest to his mouth.
Cass didn’t resist, instead driving his fingers into Lucian’s long hair, tugging as he let out a low, sexy moan.
"Oh fuck." Cass mumbled, and Lucian shivered. He sucked on the nipple, nibbling slightly and felt how Cass’ body trembled under the attention. He reached over, gently rubbing his thumb against the other pretty nub and heard the sweetest reward.
"Lucy, that feels so good." Cass moaned and Lucian rubbed his tongue against the nipple in his mouth before moving to the neglected one. Cass was moving under his touch, his hips rocking, his movements jerky, and Lucian could smell the must of his body.
The man was turned on, so unbearably turned on that Lucian could see the tent he was pitching in his pajamas.
It was almost a crime for a man so skinny and thin that he had a good sized cock. He’d been surprised when he’d seen it in the tent, and now he was going to experience it very much in person.
Lucian had signed a contract that said no penetration for Cass. It said nothing about blowjobs.
Lucian’s tongue rubbed against the other nipple, and Cass tugged on his hair. It was amazing how much the man knew what he liked, and how to do it without much coaching. It was hard, tugging, and when Lucian looked up at Cass’ face, the man looked desperate.
"Please. Touch me." Cass begged, and Lucian almost felt one of the first cords keeping his sanity together snap. He held it together, but he couldn’t stop his hand from reaching for the other man’s pants. Cass had asked him to touch him.
He was going to touch him.
Freeing Cass’ erect cock from his pants, Lucian gave it a loving look before he wrapped his hand around it, his thumb rubbing the dripping head. Cass was turned on. So very turned on.
He was barely able to give him one jerk before Cass’ fingers curled into claws and he gave this cute, soft moan as cum coated Lucian’s hand.
Lucian stopped all movement, watching Cass cum before he turned his gaze to his hand.
That was...fast. Very fast. He hadn’t even been that fast the last time. Lucian was a little stunned, and was about to wonder if he needed a break before Cass began to move his hips, his cock moving in Lucian’s loose grip.
"Lucy. More." Lucian slid his gaze towards Cass, his eyes unseeing, his lips open, his face flushed. He licked his lips, moaning as he gave urgent, quick jerks of his hips. "Please." He begged and Lucian released his nipple to stare at him in shock.
He had wondered how Cass had gotten himself in that condition. How anyone was able to hurt his hands that way, their wrists and...other parts of their body like that, he had wondered. Now he was fairly certain he was about to get a full understanding of how that happened.
Even Lucian wasn’t able to recover that quickly.
Lucian held Cass’ fully erect cock in his hand, mere seconds after the other man had cum. He became bolder now that he’d cum once, like something inside of him had changed. Cass’ fingers tugged on hair in an urgent way.
"Lucy. Please. Touch me more. Kiss me." Lucian felt one of the threads snap.
He turned, devouring the open, plump mouth of the man that he wanted for his own, purring as the man rubbed his tongue urgently against his own. It was inexperienced, sloppy, and so fucking hot that Lucian groaned into the kiss as Cass thrust his hips up urgently into his hand.
The man was gone to lust, and he was asking Lucian to take care of him. To bring him to satisfaction safely. That alone was heady thought, but to actually be able to have him in his hand?
Lucian let out a possessive growl and swallowed up the whimper from Cass’ lips.
He should count how many orgasms he could make the man have before he came back to himself. Before Sam came in and cut off their contact. Gods above, the man tasted so fucking good. Every time he kissed him it was like tasting the sweetest poison he’d ever had.
Cass came again, coating Lucian’s hand, but now that he knew the trick, he didn’t stop. He used Cass’ cum as lube, stroking his cock harder and faster, swallowing the moans and soft inhales, licking and nipping at his mouth as he brought the man to climax over and over with his hand.
No wonder his hands had been tired. He was a frail thing, not built to handle this much motion. He needed someone like Lucian to come in and help. Someone who was used to working out his body.
Plus, they could do more than just jerk off. Maybe Cass would even want to rub his cock on other parts of Lucian?
They had about 20 hours, maybe more to get the first round out of his blood. He just hoped he was able to do so, and that Cass didn’t rip his head off once it was all over.