(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!-Chapter 434: Pleasure drunk confessions (suggestive)

Cass’ chest heaved, his pulse loud in his ears as Edgar squeezed tender flesh in his hand, milking the last little bit out of Cass. Cass shivered, his eyes unfocused, his limbs feeling shivery and heavy at the same time.

Edgar bent, pressing his lips against Cass’ throat, the air from his nose tickling Cass’ sensitive skin there. Cass chuckled, his lips curling up in a soft smile as he melted into the cushions under him.

"The gods grant me strength." It was a soft mutter from Edgar, sounding like a prayer. Cass chuckled.

"Why do you need the gods to grant you strength?" Cass asked, feeling Edgar pull back until he could meet his gaze. Edgar’s lips were red, his fangs still down, and Cass could smell the small hint of iron in the air. Cass, his own body stirring at the scent, exhaled shakily. That part hadn’t been answered yet. Why even blood was effective for him.

Edgar huffed, his eyes monstrous as they scanned Cass’ body.

"I want to lick every inch of you." Edgar admitted. "I want you inside of me, Cass. I don’t want to just touch your cock. I want you desperately pumping in and out of me as I suck on your throat." Cass felt his breath stutter to a halt at Edgar’s words. Edgar’s sharp gaze scanned him. "However, I took a little too much. Not enough to harm you, but too much for me to be able to nibble at you comfortably. It was...it was too potent for me to be able to control myself." Edgar admitted, his face turning red.

"O-Oh." Cass said, unsure what he could even say in response. He felt dumb, his tongue thick in his mouth. Edgar’s grin was wide as he looked at Cass. Cass watched, his mouth watering as Edgar ran his tongue over his fangs.

"You tasted so fucking good. I’m never going to forget it for as long as I live. So thick, heavy, with a little bit of a kick to it. God, it coated my throat." The way Edgar groaned had Cass thinking of other things that could coat his throat.

Cass cleared his throat. He could feel how his cock was hardening already, and he knew that Edgar could too. He was still holding onto their dicks, after all. Edgar’s gaze sharpened, his expression growing thoughtful as his hand moved, shifting until he was only holding Cass’ cock in his hand. Cass went to protest as the man began to rub thoughtful circles around the tip of Cass’ cock.

Any protest caught in his throat as Edgar bent, pressing his lips against his chin.

"My sweet, handsome Cass is always so eager. Lucy was right to worry that we wouldn’t be able to satisfy your hunger alone. Thankfully, you’re the one who can shove your cock inside of me. You don’t have to worry if I’m hard or not, as long as I’m nice and slick inside." Edgar’s whisper against Cass’ jaw made Cass feel like he was going crazy. Cass had no words, and he didn’t need them. Not when his cock was already in Edgar’s hand and he could feel, could see how his words affected him.

Edgar let out a proud, pleased laugh as Cass hardened further.

"Did you like that thought? I’m glad that you did. It would be a shame if after all this time you didn’t want to fuck me. Slide this cock inside of my ass and fuck me until I see stars." Edgar’s words were something that Cass had never expected would come out of the other man’s mouth. "Do you remember eating my ass, Cass? I do. You were so eager, and your fingers reached so deep inside of me. I still think about it." Edgar’s breathy words, his touch, it was overwhelming.

It didn’t matter that Cass had cum only a few minutes before, Cass reached up, desperately grabbing onto Edgar and pulling him up and against Cass’ lips. The man’s laughter was swallowed up as Cass kissed him, his hips twitching into Edgar’s hand. Edgar, unable to speak anymore, focused on stroking Cass’ cock. Bringing him pleasure.

Cass felt his toes curl, his moans swallowed up by Edgar’s more experienced touch until Cass couldn’t move. He came again, Edgar greedily swallowing the sound of Cass’ climax, milking it for all that it was worth.

Cass was exhausted, lying against the cushions, feeling devoured with his clothes still on. Edgar looked extremely pleased, the doubt and fear that had plagued him before this gone.

Cass, shivering, reached up, cupping Edgar’s face with his hand, his eyes unfocused.

"Would I let someone I didn’t want around do this to me?" Cass asked him. With that one sentence, he whipped Edgar’s cocky, pleased expression from his face. It shifted into something more tender, more shocked.

Edgar, overcome with emotions, bent and pressed his forehead against Cass’ shoulder. His breathing came ragged, heavy and Cass just held him.

"Fuck." Edgar ground out and Cass kept him in his arms.

They didn’t say anything for a long moment, the silence long before Edgar tapped the side of the carriage near where the coachman would normally sit. Cass didn’t know what that meant, but it seemed that someone on the other side did.

"What does that mean?" Cass asked, curious, and Edgar, stripped down to his core, raised his eyes and stared at Cass. The way that he looked at Cass, even after they had just shared that moment, made Cass want to wiggle under him in discomfort.

"It’s a signal to go home. We’re done ’having fun’." Edgar said. Cass didn’t ask how he knew that, but from the way that Edgar’s eyes widened, Cass didn’t hide his slightly bitter expression well. Edgar leaned in, kissing Cass’ cheeks. "You’re going to drive me insane. How in the world I missed this before now is going to drive me crazy." Edgar muttered. "I learned this kind of etiquette from the men and women who work the night for the Vespertine family. I was in charge of that part of our family. Probably still am. They made sure I was well educated so that when I did start feeding on unsuspecting victims, I knew all the codes." Edgar explained. Cass relaxed, but only slightly.

"That’s...how old were you when you learned all the things that they taught you?" Cass asked, switching his thoughts at the last minute. It was nice that they taught him that, but they had taught him quite a few things. Edgar flinched at Cass’ question.

"A reasonable age. I was of majority." He said, but Cass didn’t like hearing that. He was pretty sure majority here was...what? 12? 13? He couldn’t remember, but he did not like the idea that little baby vampire Edgar was hanging out with whores and other types.

Not because they weren’t good people, but because the situations they found themselves in weren’t safe for children. What the fuck was his father thinking? How had Edgar been allowed? Who had been watching him?

Cass scanned Edgar’s face, his eyes finally focusing after the back to back climaxes and found that the man was avoiding his gaze. He knew that Cass would be upset at his answer, and that alone made Cass’ chest squeeze.

Sighing, Cass reached up and pulled the man close, pressing him against him in a tight hug.

"I’m not upset with you." Cass muttered. "I’m not even upset with your teachers. I’m pissed knowing that all three of us had fucking awful childhoods, and we didn’t talk to each other about it." Cass told him. Edgar relaxed.

"By three...you mean Gideon as well?" Edgar asked carefully and Cass sighed.

"I threatened to cut off his father’s arms if he dared to touch Gideon or I today." Cass told Edgar. "I was happy that he didn’t think I wouldn’t do it." Cass confessed. Edgar went lax in his arms.

"What? I don’t-how was that allowed? Did the priests do anything to stop you?" He asked, clearly worried for Cass. Cass chuckled.

"Your dad was right there and he didn’t say shit. Especially since he got another saint. Fucker doesn’t even know that his powers are going to drain out of him like a bucket with a hole in it." Cass muttered. "Maybe I should do something else to him?" Cass pondered, and Edgar gave Cass a squeeze.

"How could I not adore you?" Edgar muttered quietly, before both men paused. Cass, confused by what Edgar had just said, and Edgar because he clearly didn’t mean for that to slip out.

Edgar jumped off of Cass like a cat spooked by a cucumber. His eyes wide, his face flushed, and cum all over his outfit as well as Cass’. He looked like he was ready to bolt, while Cass tried to process what Edgar had even said.

He’d heard it, of course. He had good hearing, thanks to one of his bloodlines, but while he knew what those words meant, it was hard for Cass to process them.

Adore him? Cass? Edgar did?

Edgar, when Cass slowly started to sit up but didn’t say anything, let out a nervous laugh.

"I-I was just kidding, of course! You can ignore what I said!" He was trying to play it off, but that only made Cass frown. Edgar went white, stumbling and stuttering over his words but Cass didn’t really hear him. He knew that whatever Edgar was saying to him probably didn’t mean anything.

He was trying to cover up what he’d just said, and Cass? Cass was trying to figure out how those words made him feel.

"Edgar." Cass finally said, cutting off the stumbling man. Edgar looked at him, eyes wide, like he was about to hear the world’s worst news. "Did you mean that?" Cass asked. His tone was neutral, careful. Edgar gulped, his hands clenching. Neither was cleaned up, neither had the time to do so. They were too consumed by their emotions to even notice either.

"What are you going to do if I say yes?" Edgar asked, worried. Cass sighed.

"I’m not going to deny you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just..." Cass trailed off. Edgar’s hope was dashed as Cass trailed off.

"You just...?" Edgar prompted, his heart in his eyes. Cass let out another heavy sigh.

"I’ve never been in love." Cass told him plainly, thinking that he should just be honest with him. "I’ve never experienced it. I don’t know what it is, and I never had any interest in my other life. I’m worried that I won’t ever be able to give you the kind of answer that you want. I don’t even know if I’m capable of it." Cass told him. He didn’t want to give him any false hope. He wasn’t like Fiona.

Edgar’s expression was complex as he heard Cass’ words. It was clear that he was taking them seriously, he wasn’t brushing them off. He looked...pensive for quite some time before he hesitantly reached out, touching the back of Cass’ hand.

"But you don’t feel repulsed by me?" Edgar asked and Cass shook his head.

"No. I don’t feel repulsed by you." Cass told him and Edgar let out a soft sigh.

"I...can work with that. We can figure out the other part later." Edgar told him. He gave Cass a little smile. "I’m glad that I wasn’t outright rejected. I...really didn’t mean to say that then." Edgar told him and Cass gave a soft chuckle.

"My guess is that if you were going to, it was going to be romantic." Cass told him and Edgar grinned. He gave Cass a wink, picking up his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it, a little bit of his fang showing.

"Can you just forget this moment and wait for the next?" He asked charmingly. Cass let out a surprised laugh.

"Hell no." Cass told him, and the two men laughed. That could have gone a completely different direction, and Cass was glad that neither he, nor Edgar, let that happen. They had sat there and let the other person speak. Listening to each other.

It was an improvement that Cass hadn’t expected, but felt so damn important to him. Especially after how things had gone yesterday. This felt like the Edgar that Cass knew, not the man who had spoken to Cass yesterday.