Cass' face was buried in warm, breathing flesh. His face, his cheeks were pressed against a taut set of abs, rising and falling as the body he was pressed against breathed. Cass could feel himself trying to pull air into his lungs, but every time air left his lungs, he let out this soft, muffled whimper.
The reason for the whimper?
The tongue, fangs and lips licking and teasing his asshole. Cass felt like his body was breaking as the man on the other side of him ate him in a similar manner to how Cass had done to him. Cass could remember it now, even if it was hazy.
Why had he been so cocky before? Why had he been so full of himself?
His stomach felt so full and his body felt like he was tingling. He could feel the wet spot he had made on the bed by this point, and with the soft, careful fingers playing with his hair, Cass wasn't sure what he could do in this situation.
