(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce! - Chapter 348

Chapter 348: I tricked you (m)
Edgar was fighting against most of his instincts. In all of his desire to be the one that Cass could rely on, he’d forgotten one tiny detail.

Cass was pale, skinny, and he looked like a little treat ready to be eaten as soon as he revealed a collarbone. His body was scandalous. Sin without him even trying. Edgar’s mouth watered as he imagined Cass in some of that flimsy material that was coming into fashion. There were a few, and the more popular women and men who worked for the Vespertine family paid their weight in gold for a few meters of the fabric.

Edgar had touched it on a visit to the brothels. He’d always been in charge of the more…seedy parts of the Vespertine family. When he’d touched the fabric it had brought images to his mind that he had to tuck deep inside of him and repent to the gods to.

At the time, he was ‘head over heels’ for Fiona, so he wasn’t allowed to have any thoughts about anyone else. It should have been an obvious sign, a six month warning, that he’d thought of Cass. Cassian then, but still.

The man was more pale than anyone else he’d ever met. Which was why Edgar had to fight for his sanity. The marks that he, and Lucian had left on Cass were on clear display as Edgar helped Cass reveal each precious inch. Edgar felt flushed, flustered, and it was not helped on by the fact that Cass was behaving like a drunkard.

He was swaying from side to side when placed on his own feet, even as Edgar leaned him against the vanity for support. His eyes were dazed, even if they were glowing that bright red colour, his breath came in pants, and gods above, Edgar couldn’t get the damn image of his nipples out of his mind if he wanted to.

They were this pretty pink tone. Edgar had seen it before. It had the same shade as a pretty flower. A dangerous flower, but pretty. Edgar was going to have to look the flower up again, just so that he could know for himself. The flower had thorns, sharp and warning and suited the man who had the same colour nipples.

Gods, he just wanted to worship him. Each bit of fabric he took off of the man as the dragon tub filled made Edgar even more antsy.

All hope of sanity went out the window as Cass slid down to his knees, and Edgar attempted to catch him. He thought that the man was doing it unintentionally, that he had fallen. Edgar was absolutely mistaken.

Cass slid his hands up the back of Edgar’s clothed thighs, making any question catch in his throat.

“Cass?” Edgar asked, the sound of water filling the tub crashing over his senses. He hadn’t been aware that he had been blocking out the sound until everything came back with a roar.

Cass’ smile was on the dangerous side of wickedness as Edgar stared down at him. Cass’ back was against the solid wood of the vanity. Thick, supported, so Edgar didn’t have to worry about him falling or hurting himself. Edgar had to worry that he would fall at this point.

Edgar’s hands, which had been ready to grab Cass’ clothes to help him strip, fell uselessly to the counter of the vanity. Cass was breathing heavily, and Edgar watched as the man closed his eyes in ecstasy, inhaling near genitals. Edgar had never had someone do that before.

Edgar felt woozy.

Cass hadn’t been unable to take his own clothes off, but when it came to getting to what he wanted, he was a fast worker. Edgar watched helplessly as the man undid his pants, yanking open his ties with deft, experienced fingers. He licked his lips, his eyes moving between Edgar’s and the tight fabric against his cock.

Edgar had grown to know that expression, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t susceptible to it. A Cass who was open with his desires? That was something no one would be able to have any defenses against.

Edgar had nothing to say as Cass took one of his hands and ran it up and down the back of his leg. Edgar had enough of his brain still to look towards the tub and see that they had a lot of time before he needed to worry it was going to overflow.

Cass just needed to get the edge off. That was all. Edgar was the first snack. The appetizer. An…amuse bouche. Edgar groaned at his own little joke as Cass licked his lips again, tugging Edgar’s cock out of his pants.

The air hitting his cock had him hissing out a breath. It had been so tight for so long in his pants that it made his whole body shiver.

“Are you going to suck me off, Cass?” Edgar asked, his fingers curling against the counter. Cass looked up at him through pale, white eyelashes. Edgar felt his jaw clench. Fuck that was hot. Cass just nodded, checked with Edgar for a second before he kissed the tip of Edgar’s cock. Edgar groaned. This was going to be dangerous.

Thankfully, Cass wouldn’t have to wait for long for his first meal. Edgar was already close just being in his presence. Cass’ soft, wet and warm tongue began to lick at Edgar’s cock and Edgar stared down at the man as he did so.

He was focused on his task, clearly working on getting the cock into his mouth. He seemed to remember the mechanics, but not how to put them into practise. That was adorable. Edgar didn’t mind. He was a willing test subject, and he was a fast learner.

Soon, Cass was sucking Edgar’s cock like a proper whore from the brothels he managed. Edgar would never tell Cass that. He’d have his head.

Heh.

Edgar let out a soft moan, and that seemed to spur on the man on his knees. His hand stopped sliding up and down the back of his thighs, instead sliding up and gripping onto Edgar’s ass. Edgar shuddered as Cass forced Edgar further into his mouth, down his throat. Edgar had been trying to control himself, be good, but that was a final straw.

Edgar slid his fingers into Cass’ hair and began moving the man, slamming him down on his cock. Cass didn’t seem to mind, in fact, seemed pleased with this outcome. His eyes had rolled back into his head and Edgar felt his balls clench.

“I’m cumming. Take your snack, Cass.” Edgar ground out through clenched teeth before he felt his release come. He moaned, his hips jerking into Cass’ mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

He released Cass’ hair immediately, letting the man pull himself back. Edgar tried to catch his breath, glancing around, taking in the water level before, with a tired waved and a few muttered words, the taps turned off.

It paid to be a mage in times like these.

Cass leaned back against the cabinets, pulling his mouth off of Edgar’s cock. He didn’t look satisfied in the slightest. In fact, he was continuing to stare at Edgar’s cock and Edgar let out a muffled laugh.

He really hoped that Cass didn’t think he had the same kind of monstrous recovery time that Lucian did. There was no way. They may be on the same side, but they weren’t actually the same. Humans may fear both of them, but for Edgar, it was more about the amount of orgasms he could cause another, not how many times he could cum.

Not that…Edgar had really tested that. He may run the brothels but…he didn’t enter into any competitions with the others. He just…maybe knew a few people who were like him, but they were true night dwellers. He just listened to their stories.

Cass was licking his lips, wiping at the corners of his mouth like a damn princess. Edgar shivered.

“Time to get in the bath, Cass. Let me help you get undressed. You’d like that, right?” Edgar was using his softest voice, even if his voice felt a little raspy. Cass ran his tongue across his bottom lip, blinking up at Edgar for a moment before he nodded. When he held out his hands to Edgar for him to help him up?

Something inside of Edgar swooned.

He was like a small child. Ew, okay, not that. But he was showing off some of the innocence that kids had without it being creepy. He was trusting, and that was shattering a part of Edgar that had been bitter about how he had treated him before. This Cass didn’t care about the past. He was only thinking about the present. Edgar should do the same.

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Lucian’s knock came on the door about ten minutes later.

“You two okay in there?” He asked, and Edgar let out a light chuckle.

“Mostly. You can come in.” Edgar responded and shifted in the water. The sound of water moving over skin was quickly washed away as Lucian stepped in. He was completely naked, his two cocks not erect completely, but they were hard. Edgar wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t envious of the man being able to walk around with that much cock.

He had to remind himself that he wasn’t a dragon, and it would take a lot of prep for someone to take either of those cocks.

Cass was a damn puddle in the corner, completely melted as he enjoyed his soak. It was clear that while he wasn’t aware of it, he was sore from his previous activities. Lucian, who had come in worried, his expression tight, took one look at Edgar, then looked at Cass, and his shoulders dropped.

“I see why you aren’t rushing.” Lucian said with a chuckle. Edgar nodded.

“How can I tell him to get out when he looks like a pleased cat?” Edgar told him and Lucian nodded.

“He does look like a cat I’ve seen once. Those cats who lie in the sunlight for a long time, and then they roll over and stretch and you just want to bury your face in their fur.” Lucian muttered, before he scanned the area. “I can hold my breath for a while. Maybe I can-” Edgar could hear where he was going before he started moving and Edgar was there, halting him from crawling into the tub.

“No. He’s not asking for anything right now, just let him relax.” Edgar told him and watched as Lucian pouted.

“You got him to suck you off. I can’t do anything to him in turn?” Lucian complained. Before Edgar could reply, the sound of Lucian’s stomach filled the air. It did not sound good, and the way that Lucian’s face lost all colour told Edgar that he was not doing well.

“Go take care of that first, Lucian. We’ll probably be out in about ten minutes.” Lucian nodded, glancing back at Cass before he scrambled out of there. He was probably going to go to a different bathroom on this level since he was not going to do whatever he was about to in the same bathroom as Cass and Edgar.

Edgar was not going to allow that.

Edgar glanced over at the relaxed man who was causing half of the reason everyone was rushing around and smiled. He reached out, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face and watched as Cass’ forehead scrunched up and his brows furrowed. He didn’t open his eyes though.

Cutie.