(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

Cass was slowly getting used to how Lucian was kissing him after however long he’d been kissing just Edgar.

Lucian wasn’t subtle like Edgar was. He was more forceful, brash. He wanted to swallow Cass whole, and his kissing style mimicked that. He licked, bit, and sucked in a way that made Cass tremble behind him. That had his hips jerking against Edgar’s without intention, just feel.

Edgar, for his part, didn’t seem to mind seeing Cass kiss another man on top of him. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. Cass could feel the hardness press against his hips, against the seam of his pants. Edgar may not be kissing Cass’ lips anymore, but the man certainly wasn’t doing nothing while Lucian kissed Cass like a man trying to devour him completely.

Edgar was using his hands, undoing all of the work he’d done in the morning until Cass’ clothes hung off of his arms, almost binding him into place while the two men had full control over Cass’ exposed chest and back. Edgar wasted no time.

He was kissing, biting, licking Cass’ skin like he wanted to savor every exposed inch of skin. Cass wasn’t aware that Edgar was a biter, but he should have made that assumption as Cass nearly choked on Lucian’s tongue when Edgar bit gently down on Cass’ exposed collarbone.

He hadn’t done that in the morning, mainly because...well, Cass wasn’t sure. Why hadn’t Edgar done that in the morning? It didn’t matter as Edgar didn’t leave the pleasurable hurt to just one side, spreading the feeling until Cass’ back arched on his own, and Lucian was laughing into the kiss.

”What a wild creature you’ve turned into. Do you like kissing that much?” Lucian asked against Cass’ lips as Cass stared at him, dazed. Edgar chuckled against where he was pressing his lips against the pale, creamy expanse of skin in front of him.

”Lucy, Cass likes my fangs a lot.” Edgar told him, a hint of smugness in his voice before he chuckled again. ”So much so he offered me a little snack.” Edgar continued and Lucian paused, before Cass’ eyes widened.

A deep, clicking rumble filled the air and Cass gasped as Lucian pressed in closer from behind.

”You like his baby fangs? That’s cute. I have some fangs of my own, Cass. I can show you them if you’d like. I won’t bite too hard either. Hmm, Sweetness?” Lucian’s words, the feel of the vibration from his chest, and his scalding hot hands on Cass’ skin pushed him over the edge.

”Y-You have fangs too?” Cass asked in a soft, desperate whisper and the men looked at each other, sharing a look.

”Baby, Cass, you can’t egg us on like that. You’re barely holding yourself up, and you’re making a mess in your pants. You already said you don’t want to go further than kissing today.” Edgar’s words reached Cass’ ears. He heard him. He also knew how weak he sounded to his own ears, how laboured his own breathing was.

He was sandwiched between two men who had sharp teeth, big hands, and cocks that were aching for...something. Cass didn’t know what, he just knew that they wanted Cass to be involved in some way.

”I-I’m sorry.” Cass mumbled, his chest heaving with his breaths as he tried to gather himself. Edgar immediately frowned.

”No. I didn’t say that because I wanted you to apologise. I’m just-fuck. We’re trying to respect your boundaries, especially since you got so mad when we didn’t. Please. I can-we can tell that as soon as you feel pleasure you change a bit, Baby. You want it all, but I know you’re going to regret it when you come out of it.” Edgar’s words were soft, kind, and made Cass’ brain tuck those words away in the back.

Edgar understood Cass better than Cass understood himself right now.

Lucian’s large hand spread out, sliding down Cass’ chest, towards the button that was holding his cock back.

”Our sweet little Cass gets drunk on pleasure. It’s so damn cute to see you writhing with it, but we don’t want to overwhelm you. Fuck. I’m a little pissed that I didn’t get to see this from the start, but I’m glad you just accepted me without hesitation.” Lucian murmured. ”God, you’re so damn pretty. I want to mark you, cover you in my scent so that other idiots know you’re mine.” Lucian’s words barely sounded like a language he could understand.

Edgar’s touch wasn’t as warm as Lucian’s, but still made Cass shiver. He was gently touching one of Cass’ nipples, his gaze focused.

”Hmm. Me too. I want to cover him in marks. This pretty, pretty skin deserves to be marked and branded. He’s too damn pretty.” Edgar muttered and Lucian let out a low chuckle.

”I doubt he agrees.” Lucian said, and Cass looked back at the man. He wasn’t able to comprehend a lot of what they were saying, but he could understand that. His brows drew down, his lips, swollen from the attention of both men, pouted out.

”I am not pretty.” He protested and both men grinned.

”Oh of course you aren’t.” Edgar agreed readily.

”We meant to say you were handsome.” Lucian said easily, both men looking at the pouting, pretty man with flushed cheeks, big, pleasure addled red eyes, and his skin slowly turning pink because of their rough hands. His clothes around his arms, showing off his thin, pretty porcelain white skin. His white hair was pushed back in a sexy, mused way that only drew attention. Nothing pretty about that at all.

”I’m not handsome either.” He protested and Lucian snorted.

”We can’t agree on that, Sweetheart. There is no one, man or woman, who would agree with that. I would argue the reason why so many people don’t approach you is because you are intimidatingly handsome. So damn perfect you look like a little doll.” Lucian told him with a deep affection that Cass couldn’t place.

Edgar wasn’t any different.

”I can agree with that. People were terrified to approach me until I started approaching them. That was when I was told that I was too handsome for others to feel safe to approach me. I bet Cass would hear the same thing if he went around smiling at others.” Edgar chuckled. ”I would hate it, but it’s not something I can stop him from doing.” Edgar muttered. Lucian growled and Cass let out a soft gasp.

”No smiling at others, Cass. Not if you don’t need to.” He was trying to order the man under his hands. Trying to use the moment to get the man to do what he wanted.

Instead, Cass turned his gaze towards him, desire radiating from him.

”Do that again.” Cass asked softly, his voice a whisper. Lucian folded immediately, growling, rumbling for the other man and Cass closed his eyes slowly, pleasure so clear on his expression that both men couldn’t tear their gaze away.

”He’s a demon.” Lucian choked, his hardness pressing against Cass’ back. Edgar let out a choked laugh.

”Oh, there’s no doubt. It makes sense, but damn. Cass, sweetheart, what are we going to do about this?” Edgar asked, tapping the tip of Cass’ straining cock softly.

Cass let out a gasp, sucking air into his lungs at the gentle touch. It was enough. Cass shuddered, the pleasure so immense that Cass was gasping, choking.

”W-What? I can’t-”

”We can try to wait for you to calm down, but that would mean no more kissing, and no more touching.” Edgar told him and Cass shivered as the man rubbed circles around the tent Cass was pitching. Lucian wasn’t remaining docile either.

His big, warm fingers were at the edge of his pants. Tapping the spot above, making Cass’ stomach roll.

”No more kissing?” Cass repeated, trying to breathe past the sensations. Edgar smiled.

”Yeah. No more kissing. So, do you want us to help? It won’t take much, not with how hard you are.” Edgar’s voice was sweet, cloying, and offering everything that Cass was sure he couldn’t resist. Cass tried to think, tried to get past the pleasure in his mind, in his body, but he couldn’t. Eventually, he found himself nodding slowly.

”I, uh, okay. You can touch me.” Cass mumbled, and that was all the two of them needed.

”I’m touching him this time.” Lucian growled. ”It’s my turn.” He sounded defensive, like he was expecting Edgar to argue with him. Edgar chuckled.

”I’m marking up his pretty, er, handsome chest. You can focus on his cock.” Edgar told him, both men focused on their tasks. Cass was there, he could hear his clothing shuffle, and let out a relieved breath when his cock kissed the cold air.

That was quickly followed up by a loud shout when Lucian wrapped his hand around his cock. It was quickly swallowed up by Lucian’s mouth as the man wrapped his warm, rough hand around Cass’ cock and jerked. Cass’ hips moved, unable to stop himself as Edgar leaned in, nipping and licking Cass’ chest.

Cass felt like he was going to die from pleasure. His whole body felt like he was on a razor edge as the men touched him, kissed him, bit him.

Cass couldn’t even warn them, didn’t even have the chance. A loud whimper left his lips as Lucian jerked him off and Edgar bit down just a little too deep, his fangs coming into play. Cass coated Lucian’s hand, but the man milked him, making sure to get every last drop.

Cass was a damn mess. He was sweaty, warm, his lips swollen, his body sensitive. He wasn’t even sure he could put his clothes back on without feeling like he was a giant damn nerve. The only thing he was certain of?

He still liked kissing.

His tongue swirled Lucian’s in his mouth, the sound wet and delicious to his ears as the man held him, Edgar continuing to bite and suck at his chest. He couldn’t tear his mouth away, his hand thrown back, holding the other man in place. Lucian watched him, so damn pleased that it was a look Cass would never forget.

Like he’d finally caught his prey.