Cass was gripping so hard onto the base of the thing that he thought he might snap it off, but then again, Edgar was clinging to it from the other side so tightly that Cass had to use this kind of strength to keep up his pace.
Otherwise, he was worried that Edgar wouldn't have as much fun as he was.
Fuck, Cass wished that it was his dick and not this damn dildo inside of him right now. He was sure that he would feel heavenly on him, and so hot and warm too. Cass panted, his grip fluctuating on the base enough that Gideon, who was pressing kisses against Cass' shoulders, noticed.
"You okay, Caspian?" Gideon whispered, worried, and Cass gave a weak sound in protest. They had been checking up on him like this for the last two hours. Cass knew they were worried, but he was doing well. So well in fact that they had gone through with this plan. Cass had seen how much Edgar wanted something thick inside of him, and fingers could only do so much.
