Chapter 292: I don’t have a thing for heroes (suggestive)
Cass moaned, wiggling under the weight of the other man in his lap as their lips met over and over. Cass wasn’t able to breathe, the other man above him focused on stealing his breath, stealing his senses, and stealing his damn common sense.
Cass should not be doing this. He really shouldn’t.
Cass shivered as Edgar’s hand gripped the back of Cass’ neck tighter, giving it a squeeze. Cass couldn’t help the way his hips moved in response and Edgar? Edgar met them in kind, grinding against Cass in a way that had the other man letting out a little whimper of his own.
"Fuck. Baby, you taste so good." Edgar whispered against his lips, staring at Cass, his handsome face flushed, his eyes warm pools of blue. Cass was having a hard time stringing a thought together.
"W-We have things to do." Cass whispered. It was a protest, a soft one, but the best he could give right now. Edgar grinned, his hand that he’d still had on Cass’, pressing his hand against his thigh, releasing to move up. His hand slid up Cass’ chest, slow, careful, and Cass shuddered when the man pressed his thumb against Cass’ bottom lip.
"We have lots of things we need to do. I think this is one of them." Edgar’s smile was thoughtful, a spark hidden behind his eyes that made Cass squirm. He let out a soft noise, and watched with absolute panic as Edgar’s fangs slowly descended in his mouth. Cass’ voice came out as a squeak.
"They descend?" He asked, and Edgar’s smile was infectious.
"Did you think I always had them?" Edgar asked and Cass shook his head, feeling helpless. Fuck. Cass couldn’t help but find that hot, but...
Cass raised his free hand, covering his eyes, blocking off the view. He leaned his head back, Edgar’s hand on his neck squeezing as Cass squeezed Edgar’s thigh.
"We can’t. We really can’t. Do you want to tell the whole fucking city what’s going on at the mansion?" Cass whispered. He was being serious. He’d already gotten mad at everyone about this, and yet here he was, falling into Edgar’s arms as soon as he offered them.
He blamed the man. If he didn’t know how good kissing felt...
"Are you hard?" Edgar asked, and Cass opened his fingers enough to glare at the man, his face flushed.
"Don’t behave like you can’t tell." Cass muttered, his lips pouty, and Edgar’s eyes widened before a grin crossed his lips.
"I just wanted to make sure." Edgar said, teasing, and Cass grumbled, covering his eyes again.
"Oh yeah, sure. Wanted to make sure my ass." Cass muttered angrily, trying to calm down. Edgar, for his part, wasn’t touching him with intention anymore.
"We could...work a quick one out and then go shopping?" Edgar offered. "I’m pretty sure that the carriage has stopped as well." Edgar told him, and Cass groaned. Fuck. Sir Sanders. He had to have heightened hearing as well.
Just kill him at this point. The embarrassment was overwhelming.
"We are not doing that. It takes me a while to regain my composure after doing something like that." Cass told him, and Edgar made a thoughtful noise.
"Oh, you’re right. I wasn’t even considering the after. Sorry. I’m a little too turned on as well." Edgar admitted and Cass couldn’t stop himself from looking. He moved his fingers and glanced down at Edgar’s crotch and found that he wasn’t lying.
Edgar’s cock was straining against his pants and Cass groaned, and leaned his head back against the carriage again, much to the laughter of Edgar.
"What? Why are you groaning?" Edgar asked, humour in every inch of him even though they were both hard, both turned on to the point that Edgar’s fangs had descending in his fucking mouth, and Cass found that he was having a hard time thinking.
Fuck. He had to be close to that time of the month. Otherwise he wouldn’t be thinking about pinning Edgar to the other couch cushions and fucking dry humping him like a teenager. Cass had never had a thought like that in his life. This one, and the other one.
He’d also never met a man as classically handsome as Edgar before either, especially one that showed interest in Cass.
Cass groaned again.
"I’m just...shocked and surprised by the directions of my thoughts." Cass mumbled. Edgar slid his hand up, stroking his fingers through Cass’ hair. Cass melted.
"What direction are your thoughts going, Baby? Hmm? What is our sweet little Cass thinking? Our innocent little fairy?" Cass didn’t appreciate the tone, but he still sighed.
"They aren’t going to help the situation." Cass muttered and Edgar chuckled.
"Sometimes it helps to get them out of just your head." Edgar said. Cass wasn’t sure he believed him.
"Are you sure?" He asked and Edgar leaned in, pressing a kiss against his cheek. Where had his hat gone? Cass didn’t know, and he was too afraid to look at the man right now to find out.
"Would I lie to you about this?" He absolutely would, and he knew that too because he laughed. "Come on, Cass. I’m not going to make fun of you. What are you thinking?" Edgar asked sweetly and Cass grumbled. Maybe it would help him if he got it out of his head.
"I...ugh, this sounds so fucking cringe but...I kinda want to flip you over on the other bench and spread your legs wide so that I’m in between them and...h-hump until we both cum as we kiss." Edgar’s breathing hitched and Cass wasn’t sure what to make of that. He felt his face warm. "I don’t think I agree with what you said. I feel more embarrassed now." Cass muttered before Edgar’s lips descended on Cass’.
It was a wet, demanding kiss. Not the slow seduction that Edgar had been giving Cass before. No teasing darts, no gentle strokes. Just forceful, aggressive kisses. When Edgar pulled back, Cass had to pant to breathe.
Edgar pulled Cass’ hand down, his eyes vampire bright as he stared at the other man. His face was stark with a kind of hunger Cass hadn’t even seen when they’d been in his office yesterday.
"Cass, thank you for telling me." Edgar whispered. His eyes were frantic as they scanned Cass’ body, taking in everything. "I..." He swallowed. "Oh man, I feel giddy." Edgar let out a laugh. "You want to pin me? Here?" Edgar asked softly, and Cass gulped as he nodded. Edgar’s smile was wide. "Fuck. That’s hot. Okay. Alright. I agree. We should go shopping now. I’ll...get off your lap." Edgar pulled back, his hand leaving Cass’ hair.
Cass felt the loss of his heat like a blow.
Edgar fanned his face as he picked up his hat off of the floor, sitting down forcefully on the other bench across from him. He cast a glance at Cass, his eyes warm, calculating.
"I shouldn’t have called it innocent. You’ve got a little bit of a bite to you, Cass." Edgar told him, and Cass swallowed. He wasn’t sure if he liked that. Cass cleared his throat, doing his best to adjust his clothing so it didn’t look like he’d been kissing someone else.
From Edgar’s look, and the way his eyes were glittering, he didn’t think it was working. Cass adjusted his clothes again, schooling his expression until he looked like Lord Blackburn, and Edgar whistled.
"Wow wow. Look at that. Who would ever bring up your little friend showing up to play when your expression is like that? Great job, Lord Blackburn." Edgar teased and Cass felt his expression falter.
"Edgar." He warned, and Edgar visibly shivered.
"Hearing you say my name like that after telling me what you wanted to do to me? It’s almost cruel, Cassian." Edgar sounded upset. Cass wasn’t sure why he was reacting the way that he was, but Cass could feel his face warming.
"What in the world are you getting at?" Cass asked, confused, and Edgar grinned.
"Well, you can’t get me all worked up like that and then speak to me with such an authoritative voice. It’s going to make me strange. I’m going to develop weird...preferences." Edgar was trying to be coy, but Cass just snorted, shaking his head.
"You already have weird preferences, Edgar. I don’t think I’m adding to them." Cass told him. Edgar even liking Cass in the first place was the first sign that he had weird preferences, anything after that was a bonus.
Edgar looked shocked that Cass said it. Cass sniffed.
"I mean, you liked both Fiona and I. We’re both heroes. That’s a pretty strange fucking type." Cass told him and Edgar nearly choked.
"I didn’t like you two because you are heroes!" Edgar nearly shouted that, but caught himself. He looked embarrassed immediately as Cass’ facade cracked as he smiled.
"Oh? That’s not the case? It feels like it." Cass teased and Edgar frowned.
"That’s...so superficial. I’m not like that." Edgar told him, glanced at Cass, before looking away again. His face was slowly turning red, and before Cass could tease him more, he got up and headed for the door. He made sure to push his hat down further on his head. "I’ll be outside." He muttered, and Cass wondered if he’d pushed a button he shouldn’t have.
He didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Heroes had to be attractive to him. He was from a family that’s whole purpose was to help support a hero whenever they showed up. It kind of made sense he’d have weird feelings about heroes when they showed up.
To Cass, it would also explain the sudden change and shift in behaviour. Even if Edgar hadn’t noticed the shift right away, he had been treating him differently as soon as he became a hero. And a different person, but that part wasn’t important in Cass’ eyes.
The hero part? That was important.
Cass watched as the door slammed, and he winced. Maybe he was a lot more angry then he realised. Oops. Hopefully buying him clothes and other things he needed would...ease some of his anger.