Chapter 156: Oh no. They’re more than a handful
"Fine. Lucian. You aren’t-we aren’t doing whatever you think we are. I never agreed to your help. The Doctor also dropped off the tools I asked for anyways. I’m prepared for my next one, and my magic abilities are coming back stronger every day. You know that." Cass said, sniffing. He had to tear his gaze away from Draken’s, unable to meet that orange gaze. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting.
He just knew he couldn’t handle if his gaze was warm and affectionate, and he couldn’t handle it if it was the opposite. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Hmm. The Doctor already dropped off the tools, huh? Why were they rushing? You still have quite a bit of time before it happens." Draken murmured, and Cass swallowed.
"Being prepared isn’t a bad thing." Cass defended and felt Draken’s grip tighten on him, pulling him closer, even just slightly and Cass felt his face warm. He really wished he would stop bumping their bodies together the way that he was. He wasn’t going to react. He knew that. He just hoped that Draken didn’t get worked up accidentally and then try to start something.
No. Wait. That was an unkind thought. Draken wasn’t Vespertine.
"No. Not a bad thing at all, but that does make me wonder if the Doctor has pure intentions towards you. It’s strange that they were able to procure those items so quickly. I was actually worried if they would even be able to come up with them before your next...week long isolation. Of course, I am not going to speak ill of your magic. You are a great mage. However," Draken leaned in, his breath fanning Cass’ neck and ear. "I have a feeling I know what you used to do, Cassian, and that’s pretty delicate spell work. Why don’t you let me help, hmm? I could do the spell for you. Plus, if anything goes wrong, I can be there to help. We can set rules. I can follow rules." He was being sweet.
He was begging. He was pleading, he was gently rocking Cass against his body and Cass was full of worry and panic that something was going to rise up against his will. He let out a noise when Draken’s tongue touched his ear. Wet, slippery, something he had never felt in his life.
It was so shocking that Cass jerked, turning his gaze towards Draken’s to find the man smirking, his orange eyes warm still.
"Look at that. Another glare from those pretty red eyes of yours. Twice so soon? Wow. I’m feeling like someone might be tolerating me." He teased and Cass gasped. He raised his hands, pressing them against Draken’s chest, feeling up his pecs. Fuck. His hands barely were even able to cup them fully. What the fuck was the man eating? He was meant to be pushing him away, and instead he got distracted by the man’s chest.