Cass licked his lips, his saliva pouring from his mouth as he felt Gideon slide against him from behind, the man practically whimpering at the damp heat that encased him from behind. Cass was ready to admit that having a vagina came in handy at times like this. His thighs were soaked, slick with a wetness that was still foreign to him, but was slowly becoming familiar.
They didn't need lube or anything, they had Cass, which meant that Cass knew just how good it felt for Gideon since he'd reached down and grabbed his own handful of slick and spread it between Edgar's thighs too.
Cass' hands traced down Edgar's back and spine, up under the shirt that was barely on him at this point as Gideon held onto Edgar's hips, wedging Cass in between in a luxurious, delicious sandwich that had Cass' eyes rolling back into his head and his hips jerking restlessly against Gideon and Edgar.
