(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!-Chapter 460: A taste too sweet to resist (suggestive)

Lucian kept tugging Cass down the alleyway, glancing around, his nose in the air. It was clear he was searching for something while Cass felt his heartbeat in his throat. His stomach was twisting, he felt like he had something underneath his skin. He was so anxious he felt like he was going to throw up.

At the same time, he didn’t want to tug on Lucian’s hand and tell him to stop.

It seemed that finally, Lucian found what he was looking for and Cass found himself tugged in a sudden direction. Cass suddenly found himself in a stairwell that didn’t smell like a hot dumpster in summer. It was surprising as Lucian pulled Cass into the stairwell, protecting his head as he did so.

Cass glanced around and realised they were in a dead end. The walls were closed in around them and the alleyway, which no one was moving through, continued past them. The stone was more like brick but lacking the red tone that Cass was used to when it came to brickwork. The stairs weren’t even that dirty, just a few leaves that must have blown in at some point.

It was dark, shadowed, and when Cass looked up at Lucian, his expression was pensive, his eyes glowing in the dim light. Cass felt his breath catch for a moment, staring up at the shadowed, handsome face. He had no idea what Lucian was thinking, Cass’ brain refusing to think about why they needed somewhere quiet and away from others.

His brain spun, the gears turning and almost getting there, but it was like a hand came out and stopped the gear from turning that last little bit. Preventing his brain from making that last connection.

"There haven’t been any new scents around here for a while. This place will do." Lucian murmured and Cass felt a shiver run down his spine. Do for what?

Cass found out pretty quickly even when his mind was refusing to that last level when Lucian, his hand still on Cass’ head, slowly pushed Cass down. Cass didn’t really know what Lucian was hinting at until he found himself on his knees, his back against the doorframe of the stairwell. The stone rubbed against his clothes, slowing down his descent to his knees. Cass almost stumbled, his legs crumbling at a weird angle but Lucian kept him upright. Protected.

Cass stared up at Lucian, his mouth slightly open as he sat, on his knees, his hands pressed against the stone to protect himself. His fingers curled into the stone, gripping onto it as Lucian towered over him.

"L-Lucian?" Cass asked quietly, unsure what the next step was. Lucian let out a low rumble in response.

"Yes, Cass?" Lucian asked as Cass licked his lips nervously. Lucian watched the action with monstrous orange eyes, his expression shadowed so Cass couldn’t read it properly.

"W-What are we doing here?" Cass asked and Lucian let out a harsh breath.

"You need to eat, don’t you? I’m going to give you a meal." Lucian’s voice was a soft murmur, close to a purr, and Cass felt his heart stop for a second. A meal....A meal....

When Cass realised what Lucian was getting at, a blush creeped up his face, his jaw dropping. Cass felt his nails scrape against the stone behind him and a soft, helpless sound left his lips.

"N-Now?" Cass asked, his voice a little too loud, too violent. Cass slammed his mouth closed, his eyes going wide and his body feeling on damn fire. Lucian let out a soft chuckle, his fingers sinking into Cass’ hair for a moment. It was comforting, if not strange.

"Cass, you didn’t eat much at breakfast, and I don’t think you had any the day before. You’ve been starved for a long, long time. You need to eat more until you’re fat and juicy. Until your ass overflows in my hands and I’m not afraid to hold onto you too tightly." Lucian’s eyes glinted in the shadowed stairwell and Cass blinked slowly. His head swam with the visual Lucian had given him.

Cass, on top of Lucian, moving, things blurred, skin against skin. Lucian’s big hands on Cass’ body, gripping, pulling, squeezing. How would that feel? How would it sound?

Cass’ breathing came out ragged for a moment.

"T-That’s not fair." Cass protested weakly. "We’re also in public." Cass said, glancing up at Lucian. He hadn’t attempted to rise to his feet at all. He heard Lucian chuckle.

"I found a spot where no one has been for over a week, Cass, and if someone does come, it’s going to be me." Cass raised a hand to cover his face as it burned. Lucian’s words washed over him and he realised, not for the first time, that Lucian probably wouldn’t be talked out of this.

This time, however, there wasn’t a negative pull in his chest. Instead, Cass felt a little excited, and then felt guilty for feeling that way. Was it right for them to do this? Was it okay?

"Sweetness." Lucian’s call was soft, sweet, his hand sliding to Cass’ chin to tilt his face up to see him. "If I could, I would gladly reverse our positions. I would rather be the one on my knees before you, pleasuring you. However, tragically, our roles must be reversed. If you’re too awkward, I can deal with most of it myself and you can just sit back with your mouth open. You can just bask in the spoils." Lucian’s soft, kind words took a moment for Cass to process.

When he did process it? Cass felt his mouth harden into a thin line. He was embarrassed. He was flustered. He was...a little too turned on by the words Lucian had said.

Lucian would pull his cocks out, here, and stroke himself before Cass? Until he came so that Cass could have his ’lunch’? Cass felt his dick twitch, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. A soft growl left Lucian’s lips.

"W-What if I, uh, help?" Cass asked, glancing up at the dragon. He was on his knees before the other man, he couldn’t have thought that Cass wouldn’t help, right? Lucian’s hand slid back into Cass’ hair, his nails scraping Cass’ scalp in a nice, gentle way that sent pleasant shivers down Cass’ back. Cass’ eyes fluttered closed for a moment, snapping open after he realised what he’d done. Lucian let out a soft sigh.

"It’s like I’m trying to tame a housecat." Lucian muttered. "Sweetness, I don’t want to burden you. I also don’t want it to be obvious to others what we’ve done." Lucian reached out his other hand, his thumb coming to press against Cass’ bottom lip. Cass had no resistance, letting the man slip his thumb into his mouth. The pad of his thumb rubbing against Cass’ tongue. "Your lips are too sweet, your tongue too clever, and my cocks are too big. You’ll look like you’ve been up to something if I slid one of my cocks into your mouth and you’ll blush like the sweet man that you are. I don’t want others to see that. Only Gideon, Edgar and I are allowed to see it. Sam gets a pass since he’s your aide and infatuated with Byron." Lucian muttered.

Cass felt his heart warm. It was such a small thing, but the dragon had included Sam in his rant because he knew how much Sam meant to Cass. Cass, feeling dangerous, pulling Lucian’s thumb further into his mouth. Sucking it in deeper, pulling on it with the suction of his mouth. Lucian shifted, his face getting caught in a dim sunbeam and Cass could see how his face furrowed.

His expression was severe, like he was in pain. He was holding himself back, being thoughtful. Cass’ heart pulsed.

Cass nibbled on his thumb with his teeth, his tongue swirling under his thumb, tilting his head to the side as he sucked harder, trying to encourage the man that he could take it.

Lucian ripped his hand away, his breathing laboured as Cass sat, a little stunned. He worried that he had done something wrong until he heard Lucian reach for his pants.

"Just the tip." Lucian said, and Cass wondered if that was more for him, or for Cass. It sounded too desperate to Cass’ ears for him to be able to decipher. Cass nodded, his chest moving with his every breath.

"Just the tip." Cass repeated and Lucian groaned. He stopped what he was doing, dropping to his knee so that he could pull Cass into a deep, all consuming kiss. Cass’ eyes closed, Lucian’s hand slipping into his hair to angle his head as he kissed him. Cass moaned as the other man’s tongue rubbed against his own, touching the roof of his mouth, stroking, probing, possessing him.

Cass let out a helpless little sound that seemed to spur Lucian on. The sound of their kissing filled the still air. The distant sound of others moving about their daily life telling Cass that this was something that they shouldn’t be doing. This was bad. This was....naughty.

Cass kissed Lucian back, surprising Lucian for only a moment. The man groaned into the kiss, pulling away for a moment for both of them to catch their breath.

"You’re so devious." Lucian whispered, colour on his cheeks as he stared down at Cass. "I just wanted to feed you." He told him. Cass gave a wry smile, chuckling. Just feed him, huh?

"Don’t act like you didn’t want something like this to happen." Cass accused, and watched as Lucian’s eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, his nostrils flared and more colour touched his cheeks. Cass chuckled, leaning in closer to the other man, rubbing his forehead against his. It was a subtle touch, a soft one, but maybe the first time that Cass had done it.

Lucian stilled, letting Cass gently rub his forehead against Lucian’s for a moment.

"I’m not upset that it is." Cass admitted, a little terrified as the words left his lips. "Is that a bad thing?" Cass asked, glancing up through his lashes at the other man. A puff of smoke left Lucian’s nostrils, like Cass had caught him by surprise.

"No." Lucian said slowly. "It’s not. However, I don’t think I’ll last long, Sweetness. You’re too damn sexy for your own good." Lucian didn’t sound upset about that either. "Are you ready for your lunch?" Lucian asked. Cass exhaled slowly.

It felt ridiculous to be calling this a meal, but Cass knew, for better or for worse, that was the case. He wiggled, his legs tingling slightly from the position he found himself in.

"I think so." Cass whispered, swallowing. Lucian stared down at him for a long, silent moment before he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Gods help me." He whispered before slowly rising to his feet again. The sound of cloth rubbing against cloth filled the air as Cass turned his gaze towards his pants. He watched his large fingers move, tugging at his clothes until he tugged down and Lucian’s rather impressive cocks were revealed.

Cass, despite his best efforts, felt his mouth water. Shit.

"Just the tip?" Cass confirmed, looking up at Lucian. Lucian nodded, as if words had escaped him for a moment. Cass, staring at the pulsing, jerking cocks, a little pearl of something that smelled so damn sweet to him on each tip. Cass couldn’t help himself, he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick one tip, and then the other. The sound of Lucian’s moan filled his ears.

"Cass." Lucian groaned and the sound of Cass’ name on his lips did something strange to Cass. His pulse quickened, his head feeling a little fuzzy. Cass sucked in, glancing up at Lucian. Tentatively, Cass reached out his hand, placing it on Lucian’s thigh for support.

"A-Are you going to touch your cocks or should I?" Cass asked, feeling bold. Cass could hear Lucian clench his teeth.

"I will. Your lips, Cass." Lucian reminded him. Cass let out a shaky breath. What the fuck was he doing with Lucian right now? Why couldn’t he stop himself?