Cass couldn't fucking breathe.
It had nothing to do with Gideon and his cock. That was resting firmly near Cass' face, but not down his throat like Edgar had suggested. Instead, Gideon was running his fingers through Cass' hair in support. Why did he need support?
Well, Edgar had been true to his words, or threats in this case, and had peppered Cass' thighs, crotch and even the spot above his dick with a little, tiny puncture. Each bite had been a jolt right to Cass' dick. Lighting his whole body on fire.
Edgar had grinned the whole time, stroking Cass' cock, pulling the orgasm from him mercilessly. Cass hadn't realised he'd cum three times until he stared down at his stomach, covered in his own spent seed. There was a small, very small part of himself that was filled with grief at the sight. He wanted that to be inside of someone, inside of Edgar, specifically, but that feeling faded as Edgar lowered himself and licked and teased Cass' hole.
