True to his word, Lucian pulled out of Cass once they were a few feet away from Edgar. He did make Cass a bit of a liar as they weren't directly beside them as Lucian had Cass bend over so he could check his ass.
Cass thought he was just playing with him until Lucian pushed him onto his stomach on the bed and began checking his asshole. It should have been embarrassing, even demeaning, but the man was just taking care of him. That didn't mean that Cass' face wasn't burning, but he could tell the difference in his touch.
Lucian's touch was medical, clinical. He was truly making sure that Cass wasn't hurt.
"Good. You're not hurt. You're not bleeding. You don't even look like your ass is swollen at all, Cass." Lucian told him and Cass turned to look at him over his shoulders, his arms crossed and used as a headrest. Lucian was staring at his ass, intent.
