Cass found himself moving his hips, rubbing his ass against the eager, willing tongue below him as Edgar held onto their cocks, rubbing them together. Edgar's lips were pressed against his own, his tongue searching Cass' in time with the strokes of his fingers while Gideon thrust his fingers in and out of Cass' eager ass. His rhythm didn't match the one that Edgar was setting, and that only made the moment more enjoyable.
More fun.
Cass ground his hips further, his body moving in a way that Cass was sure he would forget once he wasn't in heat. This was too practised, too normal. Cass' body didn't normally move like this. He didn't have the confidence.
