Cass saw stars. He came as soon as the dildo sank all the way to the spot inside of him, his body shivering as he came. His legs twitching, his hands grasping at the bedsheets. Cass' mouth was open, a low moan leaving his lips as nothing came out of his cock.
Lucian swore, loudly, as he did so.
He was on the bottom of the bed, on a relatively clean portion of it, holding onto the flared base of the dildo in Cass' ass. He was staring at the man, his expression taunt, tension in his shoulders as he stared at Cass, scanning him as the man orgasmed.
"Fuck! Are you serious? Did he just cum from his ass alone? I swear to the gods, this is fucking torture!" Lucian was loud with his complaints, while Edgar was laughing. He was sitting on not a clean portion of the bed, but he didn't seem to mind. He was more focused on Cass and how he was doing.
