"D-Don't we have to get up?" Cass was desperately grabbing at something, anything, to get out of this situation. Lucian scanned Cass' body, his eyes molten in a way that Cass had seen before. Cass felt parts of him begin to stir, while other parts of him began to panic.
"Do you want to…get up? I can do that." Lucian murmured, his voice low and seductive. Edgar gave him a slow, knowing smile that had Cass flinching.
"It would be my pleasure to get you up and ready for the morning." Edgar purred, sliding a hand up Cass' thigh over the sheets covering his lap.
Cass felt his head spin, unsure what he should do. What he could do.
"N-No. I don't need that kind of getting up." Cass said, flustered, unsure. Both men on the other side paused, and Cass worried that they were going to force it. That they were going to do what they had done before.
Instead, Cass watched as both men's expressions softened considerably, and Lucian chuckled.
