Cass' breath heaved out his chest, rising and falling as Gideon's rough hands, smoothed by the suds he'd stirred, continued their dangerous path across his skin.
Cass' cock ached, his body clenching as Gideon chose his next path. His hands were one issue, but it was those damn lips that were going to be the death of him. The whole time that Gideon touched him he told Cass exactly what he liked about each body part. It was bad enough when he was on Cass' arms, shoulders and chest, but it only got worse as the man continued his dangerous path downwards.
Cass was a damn mess, and it was only made worse by the duo that sat before him, watching him try to wiggle out of Gideon's grasp only to gently nudge him back into place or help Gideon when he got a little too wily. They sat, Edgar's legs across Lucian's lap, smirking like they had nowhere else they would rather be.
