(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!-Chapter 439: A convincing dragon (suggestive)

When Lucian’s lips met Cass’, Cass felt himself melt into the touch. His lips were soft, even as his facial hair brushed against Cass’ face. Lucian, noticing that Cass wasn’t protesting and in fact, melted into the kiss, chuckled.

He pulled Cass closer, kissing him deeper with soft lips that had Cass sighing. When Lucian got his tongue involved? Cass felt his toes curl, the book laying forgotten in his lap as he shifted, trying to get closer to the other man.

Cass’ hands reached out to Lucian, his hands sliding up Lucian’s arms until one of his hands was wrapped around the side of Lucian’s neck, angling his head in a way that had Cass feeling weak and shivery.

Lucian continued to kiss Cass, his touch soft, sweet, making Cass feel like he was on fire as his body burned from the inside out. While Lucian was kissing him deeply, it wasn’t forceful. It was like he was turning the temperature up slowly, bringing Cass’ body to a fever pitch.

Cass found himself wiggling in Lucian’s lap like a worm, the soft noises leaving his mouth sounding too damn familiar for Cass’ sanity.

Cass eventually pulled away, breathing heavily, his eyes lidded and his face flushed. He was sure he looked insane, but Lucian pulled away with a charming, dangerous smile. Lucian slid his hand up to hold onto Cass’ chin again, his thumb moving until he was pulling down Cass’ bottom lip. HIs slitted gaze stared at Cass’ face and lips, licking his own in a way that had Cass jerking in his lap.

"You look delicious." Lucian whispered. "I want another taste." Cass couldn’t even move as he let out a shaky breath.

"Uh." It was the only thing that Cass could say, his mind blank. Lucian grinned, leaning in and shoving his tongue into Cass’ mouth. The teasing was over. Lucian was tasting Cass now.

Lucian shifted them, moving Cass’ book from his lap and placing it onto the table. Cass felt the man shift, move, until Cass wasn’t across his lap like a child but instead he was straddling his lap, Cass able to feel his cocks under him. Cass made a soft noise in his throat at the realisation, but Lucian didn’t let him panic.

He pulled back, giving him gentle kisses, pecks, pulling away to kiss Cass’ face and lips. Sweet, tender things that only made Cass’ stomach twist into knots. His heart was racing, his body felt like jelly, and there was an inferno in his stomach as well as his lower gut. That feeling? That strange, wet feeling he’d had before? It was back, and Cass was trying not to panic about it since it was Lucian who had shown him about it.

"Feel it, sweetness. It’s okay. I’m here, there’s no need to panic. This is normal." Lucian was whispering against Cass’ skin between kisses. Soft words meant to soothe him and Cass could feel how it was working. Twitching, twisting, Cass found that while Lucian had his own hand on the back of Cass’ neck, his other was on his lower back. Cass thought he was the one who was rocking Cass’ hips, making him rub against the hard outlines of his cocks beneath him but when Lucian moved his hand to double cup Cass’ neck?

Cass became aware that he was the one rubbing himself against Lucian. Grinding against him, making the other man softly groan against Cass’ lips and skin.

Cass pulled himself tighter against Lucian, his hands gripping onto his shoulders for support and leverage as he continued to rock himself against Lucian, chasing the pleasure that was rocketing from where he was grinding, up his spine to his brain and straight back down to his cock. Lucian’s lips, teeth and tongue rubbed against Cass, making his whole body shiver as he continued to kiss the man.

The way that man was handling him, holding him by his neck and twisting and shifting his head ever so slightly to kiss him exactly as he wanted? It was making Cass whimper, his body weak to the pleasure that the other man was giving him.

Cass ground his hips down, hard, and swallowed the moan that left Lucian’s lips into his own mouth. Lucian had to pull back, his own breathing ragged as he stared at the dazed, flushed Cass. His lips were plump and wet. His mouth slightly agape as he stared at Lucian, so lust-filled that Lucian had to be the one in control.

"The things I want to do to you would scare you." Lucian whispered, his draconic gaze staring unflinchingly at Cass. Cass squeezed his shoulders tightly in response.

"How would it scare me?" Cass asked, panting, knowing he was going somewhere dangerous, but he couldn’t stop himself. Lucian growled.

"I want to shove my cocks deep inside of you. Feel your tight, delicious ass squeezing me tightly, stretching to take all of me and then milking me dry. I want to fill you up to the hilt, stare down at where we’re connected and feel you squeeze me tight. Are you going to squeeze me tight, Cassy Baby?" Cass could feel himself drooling. His body reacted viscerally to his words. He could feel his ass clench at Lucian’s soft, dangerous words.

"I-I-" Cass couldn’t get the words out, and Lucian didn’t seem to care. He pulled the man closer, the kiss he gave Cass full of tongues and teeth and so hot that Cass was even more of a mess when he pulled away.

"I want you to ride my face. I want to shove my tongue deep into your tight hole and make you fucking scream. Stroke your cock until you’re begging me to stop. You can’t possibly cum anymore, and yet, you still do. Cum from me eating your delicious ass, your cream all over my face and chest. Then I want to finger paint with it." Lucian’s words made Cass’ body weak.

Cass whimpered, his head dropping since he couldn’t make eye contact at the intense visual. His body ached. Each word out of the man’s mouth made Cass quake. Lucian leaned in, his breath fanning against Cass’ ears. The slight breeze making Cass even more sensitive.

"Are you going to let me eat you, Cass? I promise, this time, It’ll just be my tongue." Cass panted, his body made of out damn wet noodles.

"W-We made a deal." Cass whispered, not even sure what he was saying.

"No penetration. Right. For when you’re in heat, baby, isn’t that right?" Lucian asked. Cass felt his head swim. Was that what it was for? Was it for just when he was in heat? God, he couldn’t remember and the way that Lucian was touching him, sliding his hands down to grip Cass’ ass and give it a squeeze was so...

Cass shivered, tightening his grip on Lucian’s shoulders more.

"Does it trigger the bond?" Cass asked, unsure how he even pulled that question out of his ass, but he could feel how Lucian froze. Cass almost felt like cold water had been poured onto him until Lucian pressed his sweet, juicy lips against his throat, rubbing his stubble against Cass’ flesh.

"Cassy Baby, no. It’s only my cock that would." Lucian said. "We can play around as much as we want and it won’t trigger the final stages of the bond." He was being convincing, Cass could tell. He was trying to get what he wanted.

Cass was having a hard time understanding why he should say no. At this point, he was already turning into a demon. That had been cleared up for him. Plus, Cassian liked Lucian. Cass, thinking of the other man, took a moment to look inside of him, trying to search for him. Was Cassian there?

Nothing. Cass felt nothing inside of him beyond his own emotions building up inside. Cass had kind of wanted Cassian to be there, so that he could run this choice past him. He wanted someone else to help him make this choice. This felt big. This felt overwhelming.

This felt like once he crossed this bridge, there was no way to go back.

Cass breathed slowly, trying to calm himself down and thankfully, Lucian didn’t push. He let Cass think, holding him, pressing a few soft kisses to Cass’ throat and chin. He didn’t go farther, just a few kisses and holding Cass.

"This feels big." Cass admitted after a moment. "I don’t know. This feels like a lot." Cass whispered. "I feel like if I do this, I won’t be able to go back." It was a scary admittance. Full of fear and worry. Lucian squeezed Cass tightly.

"Cassy Baby, of course you won’t be able to go back. I know it’s scary, but I promise I’ll be there to catch you. You’re scared of the pleasure, but I’ll be there with you the whole way. You’ll like it, and if you don’t? Hit me, and I’ll stop." Cass flinched at his words.

"I don’t want to hit you." Cass told him and Lucian let out a soft chuckle.

"You won’t hurt me by hitting me. It’ll be like a little kitten scratching me. Trust me, sweetness, it won’t hurt. What would hurt is if you bit my cocks, and I would much rather you smack me or scratched me instead of that." He was trying to make this moment amusing, and Cass could feel like he could breathe slightly better.

"What makes you think I would be biting your cocks?" Cass asked, slowly raising his gaze up from Lucian’s chest to the searing orange gaze above him. Lucian’s eyes were bright, narrowed, and so damn hot that Cass paused. His lips were curled up, and the man was purring.

There was no other way to say it.

"Because my little Sweetness has a favourite food, and I happen to be able to give him double the load." Cass felt his face warm at the cocky way Lucian was looking at him.

"T-That’s not..." Cass trailed off, unable to deny his words. It wasn’t his favourite food, but Cass couldn’t say that it wasn’t...growing on him. He’d been rather upset when he’d deluded it with tea. For the cum’s sake, and the tea’s sake.

When the silence dragged on, the rumbling in Lucian’s chest grew louder. Lucian scooped up Cass’ ass, pulling him in tighter against Lucian’s chest. Settling him tightly against the bulge Cass could feel against him.

"Cass, do I have your consent? Can I do it? Are you worried because Edgar isn’t here? Is that something you’re worried about?" Lucian asked and Cass swallowed. He hadn’t even considered Edgar at this moment.

"Should I feel worried because Edgar isn’t here?" Cass asked, staring at Lucian. Lucian shook his head, his expression softening slightly.

"No. I was just trying to find out why you have this knot of fear and worry inside of you. I promise I’ll be gentle. If you want fingers, you let me know. You’re the one sitting on my face. You’ll have control." Lucian told him.

Cass felt how his reason was shifting slightly, his lips trembling as he exhaled. His asshole was clenching and unclenching at just the thought.

"You’re going to want to do this all the time." Cass accused softly and Lucian’s eyes lit up. He laughed, the sound making something warm settle into his gut. It was embarrassing how much he liked hearing him laugh in this moment.

"I’m going to wake you up with it whenever I can. My Sweetness deserves only the best." Lucian rumbled. Cass squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that the longer he looked at the man, the more likely he was going to go along with him. However, Cass could feel that the die had already been cast.

He was going to go through with it, and Lucian was just being gentle with him. He knew it just as much as Cass knew it too.

Cass sighed, clutching onto Lucian’s shoulders. Shit.