Chapter 667: Keep your wandering hands to yourself (suggestive)

"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.

"Why not? It needs to be cleaned, too." Edgar argued, pouting. Cass refused to look at him, knowing that the man was going to try to use his looks to get away with his behaviour. Gideon had said the right thing to encourage him, and damn it, not Cass was going to suffer because of it.

"I know that, but you’re not reaching for it to clean it." Gideon chuckled from the other side, keeping his laughter quiet but Cass noticed it. Edgar had forced him to sit on one side of him, Gideon on the other. Edgar sat in the center.

Cass worried that Edgar hadn’t seen Gideon laughing, and that the man had left himself completely defenseless. Thankfully, Edgar was an equal opportunist and from the yelp that came from Gideon’s lips, Edgar had found what he was looking for.

"Eddie!" Gideon shouted, more surprised than anything else and Edgar pouted.

"What did I do wrong? I just want to help you clean." Edgar said and no one was buying it. Gideon groaned, his face flushed as he looked into the big blue eyes that Cass was avoiding. When he tried to look at Cass, Cass wouldn’t meet the other man’s gaze and Gideon groaned louder.

"You left it unprotected." Cass muttered, his hands protecting his own crotch. "I’m not helping you with that. Eddie’s feeling handsy right now." Cass was implying that Gideon should take on the heavy burden of amusing Edgar and Gideon let out a heavy sigh.

"Come on, love. Let’s get you up and out of the bath if you aren’t even going to enjoy it. We can think of a few other ways to warm up your body." Gideon told Edgar, and Edgar let out a small sound. It was a mixture between a squeak and a gasp.

"I-I’m enjoying my time in the bath." Edgar protested, and Gideon chuckled.

"Terrorising your lovers is giving you enjoyment? Good, however, as Cass said, this bath is too small for any of that. We wouldn’t want to damage Cass’ favoured bathtub, now would we?" Gideon was making good points, which spelled bad news for Cass.

Cass could already see where Gideon was going with his plans. He had a feeling that while he might not know exactly what Gideon had in mind for warming up Edgar, he could take a guess about where that was going to happen. And who it was going to involve.

"I uh," Edgar turned his head, his eyes wide as he looked back at Cass. He looked much better compared to how he had looked at the beginning of the day. That alone made Cass feel warm inside, even while his body braced for what the duo had planned for him. "I don’t want to ruin Cass’ favourite bathtub." Edgar admitted quietly. He reached for Cass’ shoulders, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. "Do you want to come cuddle with me in bed?" He asked.

His eyes sparkled, so pretty and alluring that Cass wanted to groan. He would easily give in to whatever this man asked of him, and Edgar was once more, becoming aware of that. Thanks, Gideon. Glad you really gave him a confidence boost. Because Cass knew from the way he’d been trying to grab his dick that he had no plans to ’just’ cuddle.

"Let’s dry off first, alright?" Cass suggested and watched as the man glowed. Fucking damn it. He was a sucker for how pretty he was, and when Cass shot a glare towards Gideon over Edgar’s shoulder, the man was pulling the same thing that Cass had done. He was avoiding his gaze.

Cass huffed, and with a wave of his finger, unplugged the tub.

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Wrapped and cozy, Cass, Edgar and Gideon had taken some time carefully drying each other off. Edgar didn’t have a choice in the matter since both Cass and Gideon took their time drying him off. He needed more pampering, and despite his intentions, Cass and Gideon were going to take care of him.

Which was how it caught Cass by surprise as he found himself being picked up by Gideon and carried to the bed, Edgar in tow.

Cass then was even more surprised as he was gently placed on the bed, his back hitting the pillows while Edgar eagerly crawled onto the bed and pushed Cass back against it when he would have sat up.

"What in the world?!" Cass started while Edgar, his towel still draped around his hips, crawled on top of Cass and essentially pinned him to the bed. Edgar’s eyes were alight with mischief, his hand coming down and pressing against Cass’ chest as he settled on top of him. Cass watched as the towel around his hips gave up, falling away and revealing his already hardening cock, his silky, white thighs, and Edgar laughed.

"You can’t even take your eyes off of me. Why were you fighting against me?" He asked and Cass blushed.

"The tub was too small." Cass said, not even trying to hide the truth. His eyes slid up Edgar’s body, taking in the softness of his stomach, the peach colour of his nipples, and then finally, Edgar’s pretty, pretty face.

"Too small, huh?" He said back and Cass let out a yelp as someone tugged on his feet. Cass couldn’t see because Edgar was blocking his view, but there was only one person that could be.

"Gideon?" Cass asked, confused. What was going on?

"Don’t mind me. Just have a good chat with Eddie, alright?" Gideon seemed to mean it, while Cass jerked as his hand clamped onto Cass’ ankle, then slowly began to move up his calf. Cass blinked as his other hand began to do the same, and Cass wasn’t quite sure what was going on as the man began to grope and massage his calves.

Cass blinked, confused further as Edgar’s other hand landed on Cass’ pecs, his hands massaging the fat that was now there. Before there had been nothing there, Cass would be the first to admit that, but now that he’d been getting regular feedings, he was filling out. It was why he could wear Fiona’s clothes. He could honestly probably get away with wearing Ava’s, but he was more conflicted about that.

There was no way he was going to wear a dress if he didn’t fucking have to.

"What are you two doing? When did you plot this?" Cass asked, and Edgar gave a small smile.

"When Gideon was trying to escape the second time. I brought up that I was feeling distant from you because you haven’t pounced on me. Not really, and Gideon suggested it was probably time to feed you too. So, here we are." Edgar’s smile reached his eyes before it fell from his face. "I really did miss you. I..." He let out a shaky breath. "I felt distant and confused and sad. I want to do better for you, with you, and I didn’t realise that not being intimate with you was making it worse, not until Giddy and I were talking. Don’t do that, Cass. Don’t pull away." Cass thought his heart was going to break.

He’d been lying there, uncertain and so focused on what he’d want to do that he’d forgotten to ask them their opinions. Sure, he didn’t want to do things without Lucian there, but it wasn’t like he was always going to be there at their side, same with Gideon, same with Edgar.

They all had things that could pull them away, temporarily, from the others. Cass was just in his feelings about everything because...well, he was.

Cass slid his hands, which had been at his sides, up to Edgar’s thighs. The man trembled at the touch, but didn’t move. In fact, he settled even harder down on Cass, his ass rubbing against Cass’ cock. Cass stared up at him, his heart aching.

"I’m sorry. I wasn’t even aware of it. I wasn’t thinking about taking space from you, Edgar. I mean it. It really wasn’t intentional but I’m sorry that you felt that way because of it." Cass apologised and watched as Edgar’s eyes watered.

"I...I think I knew that, which is why I didn’t really think about it either, but...I don’t want to be distant from you any longer. Can we...Can we please sleep together? I need to feel close to you." Edgar asking, pleading to sleep with Cass? There was no way Cass could resist.

Cass squeezed Edgar’s thighs, feeling his own cock begin to harden.

"I am not foolish enough to reject you when you’re asking like this, Eddie. Never. I’m sorry I didn’t explain myself better, either. I...we don’t really hang out without having sex it feels like, so I was hoping to have some down time without doing it. I didn’t realise you weren’t feeling confident and then everything just snowballed from there." Cass told him and Edgar’s face crumpled.

"You wanted to hang out with us?" Edgar asked and Cass nodded. His face warmed.

"We don’t really...do couple-y things and we finally had down time but then you two were still pushing yourselves and crumbling and-" Edgar leaned forward, his lips gently brushing against Cass’ and halting his words. Edgar didn’t stop there, however. He kept kissing Cass, deepening the kiss as his hands continued to touch him, shaping his chest and shoulders under Edgar’s hands.

Gideon wasn’t much better. He kept massaging Cass’ calves, then sliding up to Cass’ knees and then his thighs. Cass had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he was slowly melting into the sheets. He couldn’t fight it when they were seducing him, not when they were being so sweet about it.

"You’re so cute." Edgar whispered, pulling back as they both caught their breath. Edgar slid his hand up, petting the side of Cass’ head. "So cute and kind and considerate. Gods, I was a fool to ignore you for so long. Cass, I ache for you. Would you help me prepare?" Edgar asked. Cass found himself nodding, his heart racing in his chest.

"Yes. Of course." Cass agreed and watched a smile cross Edgar’s face.

"Giddy is going to help you prepare, too." Edgar told him and Cass just nodded. Whatever they wanted, whatever they needed. Cass was just glad that they were both feeling better.