The boys were going slow. Careful. Cass appreciated it since this felt far too personal when compared to Gideon thrusting his cock in between his thighs. His thighs were closed, of course, so they didn't have everything on display. Even when Gideon or Edgar had their tongue in his ass, Cass hadn't felt this exposed.
Now, however, with Cass in the center of the bed, pillows piled up behind his head with his legs splayed wide open for both men to get a full view of everything that he had going on down there?
This felt very personal.
Cass wanted to cover his crotch. His hands twitched to do so, but instead he kept them on his stomach, folded and clutched together until his skin was white. Edgar and Gideon watched him from where they were on their knees at the end of the bed. Both men had rather thoughtful expressions on their faces. Hell, Gideon even had a hand under his chin, examining Cass with a green gaze that burned.
