"Stop reaching for my dick, Edgar." Cass warned, sounding a little desperate even to his own ears.
He'd gotten into the tub with Edgar. How could he resist? Gideon had given Edgar confidence to use his looks against Cass and Gideon again, which meant that Cass, Edgar and Gideon were in the tub, side by side. The water was fizzing from the bubbles and warm but they were all sitting cross-legged in the tub because that was the only way they would fit.
Edgar was trying to be sneaky and gently touch Cass' dick, but there was no hiding his intentions from him. Cass could see him coming from a mile away. How?
The man wouldn't be staring at Cass like he was a damn meal, and maybe he was. Edgar might be hungry, because Cass could tell that he was also getting a little…peckish.
However, he could wait. He didn't want to push the men when they weren't at their best. That felt a bit like he was taking advantage of them, and Cass was an eldritch horror, but not a monster.
