Watching Lucian's hand move up and down his cocks, his grip so tight that Cass knew it had to be painful, had Cass transfixed. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the action. Even the sounds that Lucian made, the soft growls, the little moans, his thigh tightening under Cass' hand were drawing Cass in.
Cass' mouth was open, his lips wet from his tongue that kept darting out and licking them. He wanted to taste. He wanted to suck. He wanted…Cass was almost afraid of what he wanted.
He wanted Lucian to shove the thicker of the two cocks down his throat and pump his seed deep. He wanted to feel every inch of him with his throat, though Cass couldn't remember if he'd ever sucked Lucian that deep before. He knew he'd licked Lucian's cock before, had taken it into his mouth, but he was fairly certain that Lucian hadn't treated him that way before.
