Lucian felt a bit like a tool. A tool that Cass liked to suck on. Was he opposed to this? Not in the slightest, but he had to admit it to himself.
At first, Lucian didn't think much of it. Honestly, all he thought was that it was hot as fuck that Cass was licking his body clean of every little drop of cum that came out of his cocks. That fact had not changed, but after cumming so many times, Lucian could think a bit clearer.
Why was Cass so tuned into his cum? Why was he so focused? This wasn't normal behaviour. He'd also whipped his head around and flared his nostrils like he was able to smell his cum the first time. He'd given up trying to get his own pleasure to get at Lucian's cum.
Lucian didn't know much about demons, a bit intentionally, but he knew some stories. He also had a feeling that there were a few people around them that might have some more answers. Eddie, maybe. Cass, probably, and…he had a sneaking suspicion that Sam knew more than he let on.
