The bath was probably one of the most sexually charged moments Cass had ever experienced. Gideon and Edgar only touched Cass as much as they needed to. It was all clinical, nothing suggestive about their hands.
It was their eyes that were devouring Cass entirely.
Cass had been hard before, had ached for release before, but nothing like this. Up until this point they had just…given it to him. They hadn't really prevented him from cumming before, and they weren't really preventing him from cumming either.
They were just not…touching him and helping him do it. If he wanted to cum, he needed to do it himself and Cass was a little too himself right now to do something like that in a bath. That meant that when they were toweling him off after the bath Cass had to bite his lips to keep the small, urgent sounds inside. Every soft little graze of his cock, thighs, his damn red nipples felt like they were stroking him intentionally.
