(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

Cass wasn’t so sure about the weird position they had him in. He was on his knees, near the edge of the bed. This was so that Lucian could have easy access to his ass for...licking purposes, and Edgar had access to his cock for sucking purposes. They had pulled over a chair, one with hard, wooden edges and a plush interior so that Cass had something to grip onto that wasn’t Edgar.

So that he didn’t fall off the bed.

Edgar was rambling on his knees, saying that he would have preferred to do this with Cass standing, or with everyone lying down, Cass’ cock shoved down Edgar’s throat, but Cass’ legs were too weak to hold him up from Lucian’s previous attempts, and the other option felt a bit too advanced for Cass at the moment.

Not that this didn’t also feel advanced, but it did provide him a bit more stability. Edgar had even hooked his feet around the chair for extra comfort and Cass let out a shaky breath. This felt like a lot of preparation for something like this.

He was trying to sound collected, calm, but his heart was a drum in his chest, pounding against his ribcage. He was doing his best to control his breathing, but having Edgar staring up at Cass, his pretty lips inches away from the painfully erect boner that Cass had been sporting for what felt like hours, was...it was an intoxicating combo.

”Eddie, suck him off first.” Lucian whispered, his hands tight on Cass’ hips. He was the reason Cass was even able to be in this position since his legs felt like jelly. Lucian was the one holding him up, keeping him on his knees. Lucian’s lips pressed against Cass’ left ass cheek and he twitched.

Edgar swallowed, meeting Cass’ gaze.

”You can boss me around if you want.” Edgar told him softly. ”It’s okay. I can take it. You’ve earned it.” Edgar hesitated for a second. ”You can shove your cock into my throat, Cass. I don’t mind.” Edgar’s words were so sincere that it almost felt strange that Cass was blushing hearing them come from his mouth.

”Edgar-” Cass started, horrified by what the other man had said, but he didn’t give Cass a moment to get the rest of the words out. He carefully pulled the tip of Cass’ cock into his mouth, his mouth warm, wet, and Cass had no control.

He let out a soft cry, felt how tightly his balls pulled up and Edgar opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, Cass’ cock on the tip of it. Cass watched, embarrassed, as Edgar let Cass cover his tongue and lips with cum. It was thick, too thick given how much Cass had been leaking, but Edgar made no comment.

He simply met Cass’ gaze, his hands on his thighs, closed his mouth and swallowed. Cass felt the tug of the swallow around the tip of his cock, Edgar’s mouth closing around it. The man then swirled his tongue around the tip, getting every last drop out of Cass.

”Good boy.” Lucian whispered. ”Both my good boys.” Lucian’s grip on Cass’ hips tightened. ”Now, it’s my time to get to work.” Cass wanted to make a comment about how Lucian was chatting to Cass’ backside, but held his tongue. HIs breath left his lungs as Lucian’s nose buried into his ass, his deft tongue licking Cass’ anus, soft, careful, gentle. It made Cass gasp and his thighs shake, his grip tightening on the chair as he realised something.

They were working in tandem. They were a duo that had every intention to drive him to insanity. Lucian was eager, confidence building as Cass’ legs shook and Edgar? Edgar was careful, thoughtful. Licking and rubbing his lips along Cass’ already hardening cock, the sensation forcing Cass to close his eyes, his grip tight against the chair’s edge.

His body bent, falling forward, Edgar’s hair tickling his stomach as Cass gasped. Lucian rubbed his tongue against Cass’ twitched ass, before slowly thrusting his tongue inside and Cass saw stars behind his open eyes. The sound that left his lips was soft, between a whimper and whine as the two men were encouraged by the sounds leaving Cass’ mouth.

Cass felt Edgar’s lips stop rubbing against the length of his cock, his breath shaky against Cass’ wet cock. The small moment of hesitation had Cass’ cock tightening, twitching before Edgar slid his lips around Cass’ cock, inch by inch until the man had the whole thing in his mouth. Cass choked, the tight, warm vacuum on his cock combined with the thick, warm, wiggling tongue in his ass making thoughts hard to form.

That was made worse when Lucian began to thrust in and out of him, purring, vibrating against Cass’ ass. His tongue thickened, lengthening and rubbing against his prostate.

”Oh god.” Cass muttered, the words caught in his throat. Edgar began to move, pulling the length of Cass out of his mouth, sliding back, a repeated, consistent motion that was in contrast to what Lucian was doing. If Edgar and Lucian were playing music, Edgar was clapping on the 2 and 4 beats and Lucian was clapping on the 1 and 3 beats.

Working together to drive Cass insane.

When Cass came for the second time, Edgar shoved his cock as far as it could go down Cass’ throat, Cass’ own hips bucking into the warm, wet mouth in front of him. He couldn’t stop himself. There was no way he could stop himself. Not when Edgar was so eager, sucking him off like a damn pro.

Lucian didn’t stop the assault on his prostate. Cass wasn’t allowed to catch his breath, the whimpers escaping his lips, his thighs trembling as Lucian continued. His tongue rubbed, stretched, probed Cass’ ass. Warm, vibrating, slightly strange feeling, Cass squeezed around it, trying to push it out.

That only made Lucian chuckle and Cass nearly choked as the tongue went deeper, probed further. Cass’s back arched, trying to escape the double-sided onslaught but Edgar’s hands shot up, grabbing Cass’ waist and pulling the man back down.

Edgar’s hands shook, Cass’ cock still buried in his mouth, his throat swallowing and tightening around the tip of his cock. Cass was actually growing worried. Didn’t he need to breathe?

As if able to hear Cass’ thoughts, the other man pulled Cass’ cock out of his mouth. He gasped, rubbing Cass’ cock against Edgar’s own face, his nose holding up the cock as he looked up at Cass through his eyelashes.

”You like my throat?” Edgar asked, his voice soft. ”I want you to like it, since I hope we’ll be using it a lot.” Edgar’s voice was soft. It took Cass a moment to realise what the other man had said. When he processed his words, his hands nearly let go of the chair that was doing a lot of the heavy lifting in keeping him upright right now.

”W-What?” Cass choked. The words halted, his mouth slamming shut as Lucian buried his tongue deeper inside of him. Cass closed his eyes, his body trembling as pleasure rushed through him. ”Oh my god.” Cass gasped, his lips trembling.

”What is he doing?” Edgar asked, curious and Cass shivered. Edgar let go of Cass’ waist, dropping his hand to stroke Cass’ once more hardening cock. Cass choked, the wetness from Edgar’s mouth, his saliva enough to make it easy for his hand to slide easily over Cass’ cock. ”Come on Cass, I want to know. Lucy can’t tell me.” It was a plea, a plea wrapped with a blue eyed man staring up at him on his knees, the tip of Cass’ cock dangerously close to his lips. Edgar kept jerking him off, the tip of Cass’ cock touching Edgar’s bottom lip.

Cass couldn’t tear his eyes away.

”H-He’s got his tongue in my ass.” Cass told him, the words inelegant, barely intelligible. Edgar’s lips twitched slightly.

”What else?” Edgar asked and Cass groaned, his eyes fluttering close for a brief second before opening again. He was breathing heavily. Fuck, how much had he cum today? He wasn’t even in his heat.

”It’s expanding.” Cass told him. ”His tongue. It’s, fuck Lucy.” Cass moaned, his hips shifting slightly, moving against whatever the fuck Lucian had just done with his tongue. Rocking against the other man’s face. Cass would have felt embarrassed if he wasn’t so lost in it. ”It’s not a human tongue.” Cass told him. His face was flushed, his lips wide. He was sure he would be drooling if he wasn’t licking his lips constantly, the feeling overwhelming.

Matched with Edgar stroking his cock, Cass was only a few seconds away from cumming a third time.

”Cuming. I’m cumming!” Cass chanted, the first time he was able to verbally let them know. Edgar removed his hand, shoving Cass’ cock into his mouth again and Cass let out a cry. Lucian wasn’t much better, shoving his tongue in deeper.

Cass thought he might have passed out with how hard he came. He whimpered, the sound of the wood under his hands creaking. Cass was sobbing, but for completely different reasons from before. He was being sucked dry, and Cass couldn’t find it in himself to even feel upset or guilty about it.

Cassian hadn’t spoken up, the girls had fucking run away, it was just Cass, Edgar and Lucian right now.

Cass’ hips shifted, rocking against the two faces pressed against either side of him. Thrusting his cock deeper down Edgar’s accepting throat, forcing Lucian’s tongue deeper into his ass. The heaviness of his own pants in his ears, Cass felt some of his control slip.

”I want to cum more.” The desperate plea left his lips, and when he met Edgar’s watery gaze, Cass nearly flinched at the affection there. Edgar pulled back, his hot breath fanning against Cass’ semi-hard cock.

”You can cum as much as you want.” Edgar promised, his eyes bright. ”Can I touch myself too?” Edgar asked, his free hand sliding down to his pants. Cass watched, transfixed as the man squeezed his cock through his pants.

Cass swallowed.

”I want your cum.” Cass told him, his words firm. Edgar seemed mildly surprised, but that faded quickly as Cass licked his lips and held open his mouth. ”Quickly. Now. I want it now, Edgar.” It was an order, Cass’ eyes flashing with a sharpness that made a shiver run down Edgar’s spine. Edgar got to his feet, Cass reaching for him and pulling him close.

There was barely enough space for Edgar to release his cock, Cass’ face pressed against the other man’s crotch. His grip was almost painful on Edgar’s hips, but it was dulled by the eager, voracious way that Cass ran his tongue along Edgar’s cock. The soft whimpers that left Edgar’s lips, almost in time with Cass’ own whimpers made Cass more eager. More determined.

Cass swallowed Edgar’s cock in a similar fashion to how Edgar had done so, experimenting, tasting. Enjoying Edgar’s cock. He wasn’t able to treat Lucian’s cocks the same way, both monsters in their own right. Edgar, however, had a normal sized cock. Something that Cass could play with.

”C-Cass, please. Have mercy.” Edgar whispered, and Cass slid his red, watery gaze up to the man and smirked, with Edgar’s dick in his mouth. Edgar flinched, able to sense that there was no way Cass was going to go easy on him.

Not when he was hungry and his switch had been flipped.