(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

Lucian was a great kisser.

It should have made Cass mad, but it didn’t. Honestly, he should have expected it.

When someone called themselves by a title, especially something like The Red Dragon, Cass had the feeling that they had probably gone through a true slut era. Edgar probably had. Maybe not the going the full way, but there was no way that someone got that good at kissing without sucking a few faces.

And throats.

Which was what Edgar was doing while Lucian ate his damn mouth like it was his favourite meal. He kept Cass’ hands on his pecs, squeezing them as he used his lips, teeth and tongue to seduce the man. Edgar had pulled down the collar of Cass’ clothes, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking on his skin there.

”Fuck. You look so pretty covered in marks.” Edgar whispered against his skin, and Cass had whimpered. Lucian had swallowed it up, before he pulled back. He only did so to suck on Cass’ lips, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

Cass felt like he had a damn fever. His body was hot, turned on, and he wasn’t sure what to do. What he could do. He was getting urges again, but this time it wasn’t that he wanted to hump against Edgar.

He wanted...

He wanted their positions reversed.

”No. Stop.” Cass whispered, his voice husky. Both men froze like a bomb had been dropped in the room.

”What’s wrong? What did I do?” Lucian asked, nervousness overcoming him. Edgar pulled away, his hands up, panicking.

”Is everything alright?” He asked and Cass shook his head. He stared up at Lucian, his head fuzzy, his breath coming in pants.

”I want to be in your lap.” Cass said, staring into Lucian’s eyes. He was able to watch as the man gulped, colour rising on his cheeks.

”O-Oh. Okay. What do you want to do next?” Lucian asked as he slowly backed off of Cass’ lap. Cass licked his lips, glancing at both men. What did he want to do next?

”I want...mmm.” Cass closed his eyes...licking his lips again as he tried to gather his thoughts.

”Take your time, baby.” Edgar whispered. ”Take all the time you need.” Cass felt out of touch with his body. It wasn’t exactly like when he was in hell week, nor was it like when Lord Blackburn took over either.

He felt like he was...floating.

”Switch first.” Cass muttered and Lucian let out a harsh breath.

”Heard and understood.” Lucian whispered, and Cass found that he was lifted up from his spot on the bench. He opened his eyes, staring at Lucian as he easily shifted their positions. Cass kept his hands on Lucian’s pecs while the other man slid his hands to Cass’ waist. Partially to stabilize him, and also to give him a squeeze.

The soft, breathy, relieved sound that left Cass’ lips as he rested in Lucian’s lap didn’t even feel like it came from Cass. It didn’t come from Lord Blackburn, so he had no idea who else it could have come from.

Cass squeezed the pecs beneath him, his hips slowly rocking against the lap he sat in and watched as Lucian’s neck hardened, the chords coming into stark relief as Cass moved. He wasn’t even aware of it, and when Lucian let out a harsh breath, Cass felt his lips turn up in a naughty smile.

”You’re a devil.” Lucian breathed, no bite behind his words. In fact, he seemed thrilled that Cass was doing what he was. Cass gave a soft laugh.

”Not a devil. Demon, remember?” Cass said, leaning forward as pressing a kiss against Lucian’s throat. The man froze, before a loud, obvious groan left his lips.

”Eddie, distract him so that I can control myself.” Lucian muttered and Edgar’s chuckle to the right of him distracted Cass. He was now to the right of him because they had changed positions, so when the man’s hands slid into Cass’ hair, gently tugging Cass’ head in his direction, he was surprised.

Edgar was all delicious smiles, bright eyes, and glinting fangs as he held Cass.

”Gladly.” He promised before his lips touched Cass’.

Edgar wasn’t lying. He was absolutely distracting Cass, getting those soft, needy moans from him as his lips, tongue and fangs wrung Cass dry. Cass was shaking, trembling, his attention drawn so completely that he jumped when Lucian gripped onto his hips and ground their dicks against each other.

It was a harsh movement, a long stroke that had a loud, garbled shout coming from Cass’ lips.

All three of them halted, and Cass tried to gain control of himself again. Edgar paused at his lips, Lucian’s grip loosened before Cass felt something else take over and he shuddered.

”Do that again.” Cass gasped, his gaze sliding to Lucian. Lucian gulped, taking in the pleasure filled gaze of the man in his lap. He gave a quick nod, his grip tightening on Cass’ hips, his teeth clenched in control as he thrust up, rubbing his cocks against Cass’ and Cass shuddered. His eyes fluttered closed as pleasure shot through him.

He bet when Sam came up, he was going to tell him it was fucking tomorrow.

He felt like it was tomorrow.

”Kiss me.” He demanded, and Edgar was there. His teeth and tongue causing Cass to shiver with pleasure. Cass was a damn mess as the men held him, pleasured him. He didn’t even really realise he’d cum, was too busy enjoying himself to even pause and realise what had happened, how wet his pants were, how they clung to his cock.

Cass was just busy experiencing the feelings, taking full pleasure from the two men touching him.

It was only when he could hear voices outside that he realised that something wasn’t quite right, and maybe they had been doing this for a while. He turned his head away from Edgar’s lips, letting the man trail kisses down his chin and throat as Cass blinked.

His mind was hazy, his chest rising and falling. He hadn’t even realised that he was partially undressed. Who did it? Maybe Edgar, probably Lucian. Hmm. Maybe mostly Edgar. Lucian kept rocking their hips together, his eyes glowing so bright that Cass felt a naughty smile touch his lips.

”Did you cum?” Cass asked, his voice a little rough. Lucian let out a snort.

”Do you want me to? I can cum for you, Sweetheart. Do you want me to cum in my pants? Out? On you?” Lucian asked, his voice husky. Cass felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

There was somewhere he wanted him to cum, but it got caught in his throat.

Something was holding him back.

Some small part of himself was telling him that he shouldn’t. That this wasn’t him. That something else was taking over.

Cass blinked as he felt himself coming down slightly, but not enough. Cass ran his hand down Lucian’s body, his fingers taking their sweet time until they hovered over Lucian’s crotch. Cass narrowed his gaze, watching the fabric tent there before he reached down and gave it a squeeze.

”You should cum in your pants.” Cass whispered, watching as Lucian’s gaze flared before his nostrils did. With a rough grunt, Cass felt the other man shiver, shudder. His gaze flickered closed before opening again. Cass was watching the man cum. Cum for him. It was a power trip Cass hadn’t expected, and it made something stand up in attention inside of him.

”Did you like that?” Edgar asked softly against Cass’ throat. ”Ordering him to cum?” His voice was also husky, all men turned on to a fever pitch. Cass shuddered at the question, at the brush of fangs against his throat.

”I-I did.” Cass admitted softly and Lucian’s breath came fast and quick.

”Fuck. You’re going to do that more, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” Lucian accused. A small tinge of doubt filled Cass, wondering if he was upset about it. It was quickly wiped away when Lucian grinned. ”If you start doing it in public, I’m going to get handsy.” He warned. ”Your appearances be damned.” Cass bit his lip, staring down at the man before Lucian ground their hips against each other. Cass felt his whole body shiver as Edgar kept nibbling on his skin.

Then, Edgar pulled back, a naughty smile on his face.

”We should clean up here. I feel like someone thinks we’re taking advantage of Cass.” Edgar chuckled, and that was when Cass realised that they were back at the mansion.

How long had they been back at the mansion? Long enough that someone was arguing with someone else outside the door. Sir Sanders, probably. He was the one who was protecting Cass’ dignity so that others didn’t see him like this.

Well, people who weren’t Lucian and Edgar.

Cass pulled his hands away from Lucian’s tempting chest and covered his face with his hands.

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck had he just done? Was he still doing? Thank fuck some voice inside of his head had told him not to go with his plan from before! He had wanted Lucian to cum in his mouth, and thank fuck he hadn’t gone with that.

Cass wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye. He was also fairly fucking certain that would only make things worse.

What the hell was he thinking? He needed to start thinking with his head, not his damn cock!