"What a hungry man." Lucian murmured. It was said after he'd been extracted from Cass. Long after, actually.
Everyone had been bathed again, the sheets swapped out since Cass had torn them, and now Cass was lying on top of Lucian in bed, Edgar on one side, Gideon on the other. Everyone was touching everyone in some capacity, and it was Cass who had wanted to be naked, pressed against the other men.
The others had offered clothes to him, but Cass had felt…fuck, he felt too sensitive to even wear clothes right now. Emotional, his skin hypersensitive. He couldn't even handle a sheet on top of him. He'd thrown a damn fit when they'd tried to dress him, breaking down into sobs so bad that they had thought he was hungry again. For human food this time, but that wasn't the case.
