[Attention turning back on Abel, he focuses on those words, the looming closeness of their faces.]
Yeah.
[It really is easy. Communication is more effortless than it once was, messages by thought and emotions by physical touch. Now that they're this close in the privacy of a closed room, he finds himself more distracted by Abel's nearness than he should be. Something about cooling panic and reassurance makes Cain wish he could lean over and kiss him. Or maybe it's the persistence of Abel's presence on a daily basis now. He's not used to that yet.]
Didn't mean for this to freak you out so much. You can go back to reading out there, if you want.
[Abel nods, a small thing but he's satisfied. And once that's settled in him, Abel also senses the nearness, the change in energy. They're alone, they're stronger after this talk, Cain's close and warm. Abel's eyes flick down to Cain's lips and back.]
You can go back to... whatever you were just doing, if you want.
[When Abel turns those eyes on him, how can he do anything else but reach to cup his chin and angle their mouths together? What he wants is to stay right here, forget about the rest of the chaotic world beyond their door, and enjoy the precious privacy of their togetherness. Cain doesn't ask permission when he kisses him -- firm and searing, enough warmth to make up for the entire lack of it outside.]
It can wait. I got us something.
[His expression turns a shade darker, reaching to drag his bag out from where he's stored it on the floor, tucked close to the wall. He surfaces a bottle of lubricant courtesy of one of the convenience stores. A quick toss has it landing in Abel's lap.]
[He loves those firm kisses Cain initiates between them, they always reassure Abel every single time that he's not the only one who can't stop wanting to put his mouth on the other. Sleeping next to Cain and staring at his face is sheer torture, any time they can get to themselves to take each other apart is a blessing.]
[Abel chases Cain's lips even after just one kiss, looking curious when he stops them and goes into his bag. He vibrates from the anticipation. What did Cain get them? What's even available in a frozen megacity where most viable food options were canned? The bottle falls in his lap after Abel fails to catch it, but he picks it up to read the label. It's of course totally foreign to him, the design and the brand, but two glorious words have him practically sobbing:]
[Personal Lubricant.]
[Abel looks like his birthday came early and Cain has popped out of his cake naked. He laughs, excited, and leans back to put another happy kiss on Cain's lips.] You clever, resourceful man.
Yes, yes I want. I've wanted for days. [He helps himself to Cain's lap and several more kisses, each one getting more heated and insistent. Bless Cain's mouth, tongue, and hands-- but there is zero substitute for this particular thing as far as Abel is concerned.]
[Reclining back on the lower bunk once he's pushed all of Hideki's belongings off of it, Cain casts his mind over toward the dormitory's automatic lock and switches it on with the implant. If Prompto and Hideki return, at least they'll have some warning to get decent. But he'd rather avoid that situation, which means they'll have to indulge in each other efficiently. Not one of those moments they can spend mapping skin and planes of muscle -- more like a quick fuck in a supply closet. Fortunately, they'll have the comfort of a proper mattress.
Cain's mouth falls slack and open to the assault, his own tongue a hot lash, teeth sharp on Abel's lower lip.]
Probably don't got a lot of time. How soon can you get me inside of you, baby?
[Already hauling him across his lap, strong hands drag down the span of Abel's back over his ass and down the slender set of thighs. It feels as though they're pawing at each other like starved animals. That may not be far from the truth. He's missed this enough to skirt decorum now, reminded of the earliest days of their partnership -- fucking anywhere and everywhere they could.]
[Abel lets out an annoyed sigh into Cain's mouth.] This is the second time in thirty minutes that man has unknowingly made our lives harder, you know that right? [But he's only half serious, really. Abel smiles as he nips back at Cain's lips and grinds their hips together, his ire very short-lived in the face of finally getting fucked again.]
Let's find out. [Abel pulls his shirt off over his head and throws it across the room, clearly on board with the idea or just feeling the primal energy of the moment as well.] And let's do it right here. [Because fuck Hideki Maeda and Cain being tied to his every stupid whim, that's why. This place can throw whatever it wants at them, the two of them will tear it apart and fuck on the pieces--that's Abel's opinion.]
[He lets out a sharp peel of laughter, genuine as Abel strips off his shirt and tosses it away, dark eyes landing hungry on the reveal of all that pale skin. He leans forward to snag blunt teeth across a tender nipple until he feels it stiffen under his mouth. Maybe some of his own impatience is bleeding into this, too. When was the last time he actually had this? There was only so much satisfaction that could come from hands and mouths, when what he really wants is to bend Abel in half and fuck the breath out of his lungs.]
You want my attention, huh? [It's a tease, painted over Abel's skin with his lips in a smear of kisses. His fingers hook into the waistband of slacks, intent to peel them down over Abel's hips as quickly as possible alongside shoes and socks.] First you steal his booze, then his bed... what am I gonna do with you?
[Cain's already hard, an ache beneath clothing that he ignores in favor of getting Abel completely naked in his lap.]
[Getting the gist of where this is going, Abel leans back and pulls his shoes and socks off quickly, then performs some acrobatics to get his pants and underwear off as well without leaving the range of Cain's mouth. The teeth and lips on his chest are drawing quiet gasps from him. He curls his fingers into Cain's hair to insist on more.]
I think you like it when I'm bad like this. [Abel curls down to trace his tongue over the curve of Cain's ear, panting needily along the way.] Your princess is stepping out of line because he wants attention, what are you going to do, hm?
[Smirk a slash across his mouth, he leans to seize Abel's mouth in another hard biting kiss, licking deeper into it. Both hands squeeze over Abel's ass before they drift to hold his hips. An achor, tight enough to feel the soft skin give a little underneath his bare fingers, that familiar blue hue between them. Relief and deep affection floods through the empathy connection -- as well as the darker thread of hunger, a spark of attraction in every physical touch they share.
Cain separates only long enough to peel off his own long-sleeved shirt. Then he's back, using his grasp on Abel to force their hips together in a slow and heavy grind, so Abel can feel how hard he is, so he can press Abel's own cock up against the plane of his stomach.]
Gotta take care of what's mine. [Open palms smooth up Able's sides, mouth finding the curve of his throat to dig in teeth in a brief bite.] You want my fingers, or do you wanna do it to yourself?
[The blue glow is starting to become synonymous with intimacy. Abel's hands run up over Cain's chest, basking in the link, feeling just as relieved and affectionate, contrite in a way. He does feel bad about making Cain jump like that, but maybe this will reassure him and make up for it.]
[Abel braces his hands on Cain's shoulders and helps the motion as Cain grinds their hips together, moaning loud and needy as he feels himself press against those fine abdominal muscles. For a crazy second, he wants Cain to put marks all over his neck, ones he can't hide, so everyone would know-- Cain took care of what was his. But there wasn't time, who knew how long Hideki would suffer the cold. While the darker part of Abel dreams about looking over his shoulder at this man who thought he was entitled to everyone, and riding Cain's cock as he did it, that wouldn't be very productive and it could make things awkward for poor Prompto. So. Quick and dirty it was.]
[There were benefits to both ways, but ultimately Abel thinks that Cain got them this wonderful gift-- surely he should be the one to use it first?] Why should I have all the fun? [He grins and pulls the bottle closer, putting another kiss on Cain's lips.] And if you do it, I'd be willing to bet that I'd make much nicer noises.
[Agreement thrums through Cain as he meets the kiss in a firm press, one hand lifting to hold the back of Abel's head. He doesn't separate until he begins to feel the thirst for air burn in his chest. As much as he likes to watch Abel play with himself, this is something he wants to do himself. Deft fingers pluck the bottle of lubricant out of Abel's grasp and then grease a healthy amount over his knuckles -- lowering his wrist, pressing the first tip of index finger to Abel's hole, using the other hand to spread him open.]
Always do. You're so fuckin' noisy, Ethan. [He doesn't hesitate to circle the rim of that opening with the slick fingertip before pressing it inside, feeling his own cock twitch at the immediate tightness. Wanting to skip several steps, knowing better. Cain bends his head and speaks into the pale column of Abel's throat with humid breath.] Gonna have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet, we got neighbors here.
[He hasn't experimented with how soundproof the walls are, but better safe than sorry. The dormitories are crowded; he doesn't need any rumors catching on the wind.]
[Abel barely gets a giggle out before the rest of his breath leaves him at that slick tease. God he's missed that, he's missed being noisy, not leaving Cain with any doubt of how much he enjoys this. He arches his back into Cain and moans, trying to angle his ass so Cain will give him more. It's been a while, and he's been a little stressed, but the feeling of Cain's breath on his neck is enough to get him loose and heated. One finger is nothing, despite the shuddering, satisfied reaction Abel gives Cain.]
No I'll be quiet, I can be quiet. [He absolutely can't, they probably both know that, but he's going to try to do what Cain wants him to. And then maybe later he'll be screaming into Cain's hand regardless, but it's the best of both worlds isn't it?] Please, more-- [He whispers against Cain's cheek, running his teeth gently along his strong cheekbone.] --give me more, I want to take your cock soon.
[Abel is the perfect intersection of sinful innocence and hot neediness, voice a molten thread pleading near his ear alongside that scrape of teeth. A chill races down his spine. Abel knows exactly what he's doing and what he wants. Cain's grip tightens instinctively -- one slick knuckle slides beside the first, stretching that tight hole open with both fingers in a leisurely drag of friction.]
Can't yet, gotta get you loose enough first. [The urgency presses against him like a hot brand, though, because he knows their time is limited. Cain uses his free hand to smear another helping of lubricant on his fingers before they push back in again, everything slicker, wetter, beginning to feel Abel's body yield to the intrusion.] Been dying to fuck you. Haven't fucked anyone else, not in months, baby. You know how much I wanna be inside you right now?
[So, clearly, if he can't hasten this process he's just going to pant filth into Abel's ear to temper his impatience. Another twist of a wrist drives fingertips curling inside, seeking a specific angle, knowing Abel likes to feel every drag of knuckles in and out each time.]
[There's a little flicker of pain at the addition before it ebbs back into hot enthusiasm. He doesn't mind the rush, he knows they can't go slow, he doesn't really want to anyway. They can have their slow, intense sex when they get to Cain's apartment, and Abel can tell him everything he wished he'd said when they were on the Sleipnir and laying breathless together. Now they're fucking like starved animals, and after the spike of emotion he'd just felt and the terror of history repeating itself, he needs it. Just Cain's hands, his voice, the little twinges from the stretch-- he still has Alexei, and Alexei needs him too.]
[He whimpers at the renewed slide, the feeling of Cain's fingers sliding in and out effortlessly pulling another few aborted moans from pursed lips.] Sleeping here without doing anything has been torture, I wanted you to touch me every night and every morning. Just reach over and take me. I wanted to open up for you so badly.
[Muscle memory is a magical thing-- it takes barely two seconds for Cain to find the angle. Abel is hardly prepared and yelps, clinging tighter to Cain, spreading his legs even wider until one of his hips pops in protest. It's good, so good to be writhing against Cain and feeling him stretching him again.] Alexei, Alexei please just fuck me, I can take it I promise!
[Hearing that confession only spikes the adrenaline of arousal higher in Cain. That they've both endured these last handfuls of days in agony, close, sharing the same bed but unable to act on what they wanted.
With a snarl, he lifts one arm to curl it around Abel's upper body, pinning him close in a tight-locked hold so he can't squirm free while those fingers continue working him open on the thick width of knuckles. Faster now, a little harder, a little rougher -- enough likely to sting, but Cain doesn't care when the clock is counting down the seconds of their privacy and freedom. And because he knows Abel can take it. Always begging for more, evidenced by the mess he is on Cain's lap now with legs spread apart and panting in that soft voice near his ear.]
C'mere. [Wet fingers slide out, reaching around to work open the front of his own pants, bulge of his cock stiff and warm underneath from having Abel in his lap. He does little more than free himself and smear a liberal amount of lubricant over the length, then nudges that slicked tip along the furrow of Abel's ass. Cain's voice is a hot demand near his ear.] Do it, put it in if you want it that bad.
[God, Cain is going to destroy him before they even get to the proper fucking. Abel swears his eyes roll back in his head as Cain's fingers start mercilessly pounding him, stretching him so well. It does sting, yes, but they both knew it was nothing Abel didn't fully embrace in the moment. Unfiltered passion, pain because without it there couldn't be pleasure. Abel wails into Cain's shoulder, his nails dig into the beautiful planes of Cain's back as he takes Cain's fingers into his ass and squeezes even as they pry him open. He bites the lobe of Cain's ear and squeals when he feels Cain pull his fingers out and pin him.]
[Abel stares at the wall, mind singularly focused on pleasure, breaths coming in pants as he feels Cain free himself from his pants. Yes, yes, that's what he wants. He reaches behind his back and angles Cain's cock to his opening, and fuck it feels so good Abel almost throws his head back to beg again. Instead, he puts a mouthing kiss on Cain's cheek and whispers:]
Thank you.
[And then he's easing back onto the length. He's so much bigger than his fingers and deadly hot, it feels incredible. Painful, yes, but he holds onto Cain's back so he'll know Abel is fine. If the empathy bond isn't enough, the high-pitched breathing and whining could also be a massive hint. The noises are enough to put some professionals to shame, and Abel isn't shy about sounding that way.]
Fuck yes, you're so big, it's just, mm, incredible!
[Yes, this is what he's wanted these last handful of days. Abel's warm body sheltered against him, those playful little nips of teeth, soft and noisy and too pretty for his own good. The hot clench of Abel's tight ass at that first slide in, hips shifting for better angle, his own head rolling back on shoulders with a low guttural groan. Time and the rest of the world slip away: there's nothing but the two of them, the brilliant glow of blue at their chests, his fingers dragging pink lines over Abel's spread thighs and those words in his ear.
He reaches up at last to grip Abel by the chin and steer him into a forceful kiss, tongue lashing its way past lips to claim the soft inside of his mouth. Breathless and aching, he separates only to growl against Abel's scarred lower lip.]
Fuck yourself on me.
[Hands fall dormant on pale thighs while he waits, letting Abel set the pace.]
[Deep breaths, that's the key, despite it feeling so difficult to breathe when Cain runs his nails down his thighs. He drops himself to seat fully on Cain's cock with a satisfied shudder, reeling for a moment but so happy. When Cain grabs his chin, he smiles on his way to that biting, consuming kiss, surrendering to what makes him so fond of them: the honest want that carried a tantalizing edge. He feels it as his tongue slides against Cain's, as he gasps to breathe, as Cain snarls out a filthy command that scratches Abel right where he needs it... but also lets him go at a pace that makes it good for him as much as it is for Cain. He's so good, Abel wants to give him everything.]
[He's reminded of that one time in the Reliant. Cain hadn't let him close, maybe he wanted to watch, maybe he didn't want Abel to get too familiar too quickly, Abel doesn't know-- but maybe this time he can do a little of both. One of his hands goes back onto Cain's knee to brace himself, and the other curls around Cain's shoulder. His hips slide and roll against Cain, push and pull, working hard to fuck himself as deep as he can manage while giving Cain what he wants too: a flushed and writhing body for him to feast his eyes on and tight, hot pleasure running unrelentingly over his cock.]
[It feels good from where Abel's sitting at least, and his pants slowly start getting more and more vocal as he rolls his hips with more of a rhythm.]
Is it good?
[It probably is, but Abel wants to hear Cain tell him all sorts of filthy things. Right now, those would be just as good as sweet and gentle praise.]
[It's a challenge to have more than primal thought when Abel settles down like that at last, so perfect around his dick, warm in his lap and greedy to begin moving. Cain can't keep his hands still despite the command. They flutter to Abel's hips, just a strong hold, encouraging more than leading the grind of hips in those circular thrusts. Dark eyes slant down to watch as Abel rocks down into his lap with every lovely little whimper, his own cock flushed pink and bobbing as it drags across Cain's belly where they're pressed so close together. Whenever they rejoin, Cain drags just a bit harder with the grip he has on Abel's hips, pushes himself just a bit deeper, as much as he knows he can take. Adds enough strength to be sure he fills Abel to the brim.
Of course it's good, he couldn't imagine anything better than this, but that doesn't stop Cain from leaning in and painting filth over the soft shell of an ear.]
Yeah, it's good, baby. You're so fucking tight, perfect on my cock, always have been. [He licks over that pale earlobe, sharp canines a brief threat.] Takes every fucking shred of control I got not to turn you over and bend you in half, fuck you until you can't speak, till you're begging me for more even when they walk back in this room. Wouldn't stop, Ethan. Couldn't make me. Not until I'm done with you.
[With another squeeze of Abel's hips, he forces another particularly brutal grind, feeling the slick stretch of muscle that yields to him in such a tight fit as he buries himself deep. The growl he emits is almost animalistic.]
I wouldn't want you to stop! [Abel wails at Cain's fingers holding his hips steady and pulling him down for a deep, satisfying grind that practically leaves him breathless. Or it's Cain's voice maybe. He knew all the right things to say to make Abel lose his mind and go places that were he not naked on Cain's dick, would make him blush. But like this, he's honest. Filthy and honest.]
I wouldn't even try to cover myself, let them watch us! I would beg, hold myself open for you, come while they stared-- [He presses on Cain's shoulder, getting his own wild look in his eye. But it's still a request, because before Cain added to his muscle collection Abel wasn't about to push him onto his back unless Cain wanted to go there.]
They've probably never seen anything like us before, we'd put everything else to shame. I wouldn't want you to stop until you're satisfied, and even then I'd count the minutes until you wanted to fill me up again.
[With a chuckle, Cain rolls onto his back obediently at the push, tongue briefly wetting his lips as those honest words come pouring out of that pretty mouth. He's always loved how honest Abel is -- if not in his voice, then in the language of his body. Every desperate pawing touch and circle of eager hips. Once is sometimes not enough even for Cain. They don't have the time here, but later in the privacy of his apartment, he'll have his fill.
Flat on his back, Cain's hair is messy and wild around his face, dark strands sticking to a warm forehead. He decidedly lays his hands down onto the mattress and lets Abel take over the pace.]
You're so fucking perfect, Ethan. C'mon, make me come in you.
[Abel follows Cain down, kissing and nipping at his lips as he loses his leverage from their previous position. But he wanted this one for a specific purpose. He nods, breathless, and pushes himself back up, easily clearing the bottom of the top bunk. And thank goodness for that because otherwise this wouldn't work at all.]
[Abel hooks his fingers into the slats of the frame above them and starts really riding Cain, using both his legs and his arms to assist with the movement. He'd never be able to look at Hideki laying in this bed without feeling some truly twisted satisfaction after this.]
You're-- haah-- perfect too. You look so good like this, like you're really enjoying me. [Abel picks up the pace, his body practically shaking from the effort, damp from the exertion.] Please come inside me Alexei, I've missed the feeling, I need you.
[The altered position robs all of the breath in his lungs. As he lays on his back, he can devour the view of Abel above him, lean and dedicated, slender fingers curled into the upper bunk in order to pivot his weight down hard into Cain's lap. He can feel each connection of their bodies in the grind of Abel's hips, too much, so fucking good, seeing his dick slide in at that perfect angle while Abel moves over him. He's been waiting days for this. Longer, to get lost in the physical haze of intimacy and watch such a gorgeous man bouncing on his lap with dutiful attention.
He's never been attracted to someone like this before. The force of that is overwhelming, the tightness in his chest as Abel's hair sticks to a sweaty browline, as his thighs tremble from the effort of remaining perched. His own hands have seized over Abel's ankles to keep him pinned in place. He's not going anywhere. He's going to keep fucking himself down over Cain's cock until he makes him come.]
You really want it, don't you? Want me to fill you up? [His expression is sly, filthy, tongue licking across his own lips. He wants to yank Abel down and kiss him on the mouth, he wants to keep watching him put on this show.] You want it so bad, look how fucking hard you are... [One hand ventures down to drag over Abel's dick in a passing graze of touch. His thumb smears the precome gathered at the slit.
Then both palms still Abel's hips with a powerful squeeze. Don't move.] So needy you're dripping. What are you gonna do if I leave you like this, just take what I want and leave you slippery and loose and still fuckin' hard when they walk in the door?
[He's ridden Cain before, but not like this. Not when they were so desperate for this kind of sex, not when he could leverage his whole body into fucking himself on Cain, drive him into the places Cain's fingers and tongue couldn't reach. It's so cathartic and it feels so good to be filled with him, but one of the best parts is he can see Cain's face. Abel can see he's being watched with rapt attention even as he squeezes and bounces on Cain's cock, and he feeds off of that energy and gives it right back. Look at me, look at how badly I want you, look at what you make me into.]
[Abel shouts when Cain's hand grazes over his erection, which has been bouncing and dripping all over Cain's stomach as he's worked them both over. For all of his promises to be quiet, he's certainly not thinking about them now. He trembles and breaks rhythm, only to have Cain stop his hips. And there he stays because Cain wills it, still stretched between the bed and the frame, taking the moment to catch his breath and half-sob at the thought of being left like this.]
No, please, don't leave me like this Alexei, I don't know what I'd do. [Bring himself off with his hands? Viable, but not what he wants. Let someone else find him like this, a fucked out mess, and finish him? Absolutely not, he wants Cain.] Next time, next time you can use me and leave me but please let me come on your cock this time, please!
[And that's exactly what he wants to hear. With a possessive growl, Cain's shifting their positions again, arms coming around Abel to roll him down flat on the bed without ever sliding out. They remained connected like that as Cain hitches slender legs up with both arms and begins savagely fucking into him with every inch he's allowed, knees planted firmly on the mattress -- and he keeps Abel pinned and helpless through all of it.
No words left, nothing but the animalistic need of sex, his mouth coming down in a sharp bite on Abel's shoulder. He clenches his jaw with enough pressure to know he's going to leave a dark angry red mark there for hours to follow. As each grind he fills him up again, cock buried to the base, slapping against the skin of Abel's ass.
He doesn't touch Abel's erection at all, taking his own pleasure in the heat of those last few moments until he comes. It feels like such a delicate, intimate thing after the heat of fucking, feeling himself pour inside of Abel in a hot and heady rush. A ragged sound breaks off of Cain's lips that he buries into the crook of Abel's neck.]
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Yeah.
[It really is easy. Communication is more effortless than it once was, messages by thought and emotions by physical touch. Now that they're this close in the privacy of a closed room, he finds himself more distracted by Abel's nearness than he should be. Something about cooling panic and reassurance makes Cain wish he could lean over and kiss him. Or maybe it's the persistence of Abel's presence on a daily basis now. He's not used to that yet.]
Didn't mean for this to freak you out so much. You can go back to reading out there, if you want.
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You can go back to... whatever you were just doing, if you want.
[Do either of them want?]
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It can wait. I got us something.
[His expression turns a shade darker, reaching to drag his bag out from where he's stored it on the floor, tucked close to the wall. He surfaces a bottle of lubricant courtesy of one of the convenience stores. A quick toss has it landing in Abel's lap.]
If you want.
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[Abel chases Cain's lips even after just one kiss, looking curious when he stops them and goes into his bag. He vibrates from the anticipation. What did Cain get them? What's even available in a frozen megacity where most viable food options were canned? The bottle falls in his lap after Abel fails to catch it, but he picks it up to read the label. It's of course totally foreign to him, the design and the brand, but two glorious words have him practically sobbing:]
[Personal Lubricant.]
[Abel looks like his birthday came early and Cain has popped out of his cake naked. He laughs, excited, and leans back to put another happy kiss on Cain's lips.] You clever, resourceful man.
Yes, yes I want. I've wanted for days. [He helps himself to Cain's lap and several more kisses, each one getting more heated and insistent. Bless Cain's mouth, tongue, and hands-- but there is zero substitute for this particular thing as far as Abel is concerned.]
officially nsfw territory whoops
Cain's mouth falls slack and open to the assault, his own tongue a hot lash, teeth sharp on Abel's lower lip.]
Probably don't got a lot of time. How soon can you get me inside of you, baby?
[Already hauling him across his lap, strong hands drag down the span of Abel's back over his ass and down the slender set of thighs. It feels as though they're pawing at each other like starved animals. That may not be far from the truth. He's missed this enough to skirt decorum now, reminded of the earliest days of their partnership -- fucking anywhere and everywhere they could.]
They just can't be left alone
Let's find out. [Abel pulls his shirt off over his head and throws it across the room, clearly on board with the idea or just feeling the primal energy of the moment as well.] And let's do it right here. [Because fuck Hideki Maeda and Cain being tied to his every stupid whim, that's why. This place can throw whatever it wants at them, the two of them will tear it apart and fuck on the pieces--that's Abel's opinion.]
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You want my attention, huh? [It's a tease, painted over Abel's skin with his lips in a smear of kisses. His fingers hook into the waistband of slacks, intent to peel them down over Abel's hips as quickly as possible alongside shoes and socks.] First you steal his booze, then his bed... what am I gonna do with you?
[Cain's already hard, an ache beneath clothing that he ignores in favor of getting Abel completely naked in his lap.]
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I think you like it when I'm bad like this. [Abel curls down to trace his tongue over the curve of Cain's ear, panting needily along the way.] Your princess is stepping out of line because he wants attention, what are you going to do, hm?
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Cain separates only long enough to peel off his own long-sleeved shirt. Then he's back, using his grasp on Abel to force their hips together in a slow and heavy grind, so Abel can feel how hard he is, so he can press Abel's own cock up against the plane of his stomach.]
Gotta take care of what's mine. [Open palms smooth up Able's sides, mouth finding the curve of his throat to dig in teeth in a brief bite.] You want my fingers, or do you wanna do it to yourself?
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[Abel braces his hands on Cain's shoulders and helps the motion as Cain grinds their hips together, moaning loud and needy as he feels himself press against those fine abdominal muscles. For a crazy second, he wants Cain to put marks all over his neck, ones he can't hide, so everyone would know-- Cain took care of what was his. But there wasn't time, who knew how long Hideki would suffer the cold. While the darker part of Abel dreams about looking over his shoulder at this man who thought he was entitled to everyone, and riding Cain's cock as he did it, that wouldn't be very productive and it could make things awkward for poor Prompto. So. Quick and dirty it was.]
[There were benefits to both ways, but ultimately Abel thinks that Cain got them this wonderful gift-- surely he should be the one to use it first?] Why should I have all the fun? [He grins and pulls the bottle closer, putting another kiss on Cain's lips.] And if you do it, I'd be willing to bet that I'd make much nicer noises.
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Always do. You're so fuckin' noisy, Ethan. [He doesn't hesitate to circle the rim of that opening with the slick fingertip before pressing it inside, feeling his own cock twitch at the immediate tightness. Wanting to skip several steps, knowing better. Cain bends his head and speaks into the pale column of Abel's throat with humid breath.] Gonna have to cover your mouth to keep you quiet, we got neighbors here.
[He hasn't experimented with how soundproof the walls are, but better safe than sorry. The dormitories are crowded; he doesn't need any rumors catching on the wind.]
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No I'll be quiet, I can be quiet. [He absolutely can't, they probably both know that, but he's going to try to do what Cain wants him to. And then maybe later he'll be screaming into Cain's hand regardless, but it's the best of both worlds isn't it?] Please, more-- [He whispers against Cain's cheek, running his teeth gently along his strong cheekbone.] --give me more, I want to take your cock soon.
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Can't yet, gotta get you loose enough first. [The urgency presses against him like a hot brand, though, because he knows their time is limited. Cain uses his free hand to smear another helping of lubricant on his fingers before they push back in again, everything slicker, wetter, beginning to feel Abel's body yield to the intrusion.] Been dying to fuck you. Haven't fucked anyone else, not in months, baby. You know how much I wanna be inside you right now?
[So, clearly, if he can't hasten this process he's just going to pant filth into Abel's ear to temper his impatience. Another twist of a wrist drives fingertips curling inside, seeking a specific angle, knowing Abel likes to feel every drag of knuckles in and out each time.]
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[He whimpers at the renewed slide, the feeling of Cain's fingers sliding in and out effortlessly pulling another few aborted moans from pursed lips.] Sleeping here without doing anything has been torture, I wanted you to touch me every night and every morning. Just reach over and take me. I wanted to open up for you so badly.
[Muscle memory is a magical thing-- it takes barely two seconds for Cain to find the angle. Abel is hardly prepared and yelps, clinging tighter to Cain, spreading his legs even wider until one of his hips pops in protest. It's good, so good to be writhing against Cain and feeling him stretching him again.] Alexei, Alexei please just fuck me, I can take it I promise!
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With a snarl, he lifts one arm to curl it around Abel's upper body, pinning him close in a tight-locked hold so he can't squirm free while those fingers continue working him open on the thick width of knuckles. Faster now, a little harder, a little rougher -- enough likely to sting, but Cain doesn't care when the clock is counting down the seconds of their privacy and freedom. And because he knows Abel can take it. Always begging for more, evidenced by the mess he is on Cain's lap now with legs spread apart and panting in that soft voice near his ear.]
C'mere. [Wet fingers slide out, reaching around to work open the front of his own pants, bulge of his cock stiff and warm underneath from having Abel in his lap. He does little more than free himself and smear a liberal amount of lubricant over the length, then nudges that slicked tip along the furrow of Abel's ass. Cain's voice is a hot demand near his ear.] Do it, put it in if you want it that bad.
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[Abel stares at the wall, mind singularly focused on pleasure, breaths coming in pants as he feels Cain free himself from his pants. Yes, yes, that's what he wants. He reaches behind his back and angles Cain's cock to his opening, and fuck it feels so good Abel almost throws his head back to beg again. Instead, he puts a mouthing kiss on Cain's cheek and whispers:]
Thank you.
[And then he's easing back onto the length. He's so much bigger than his fingers and deadly hot, it feels incredible. Painful, yes, but he holds onto Cain's back so he'll know Abel is fine. If the empathy bond isn't enough, the high-pitched breathing and whining could also be a massive hint. The noises are enough to put some professionals to shame, and Abel isn't shy about sounding that way.]
Fuck yes, you're so big, it's just, mm, incredible!
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He reaches up at last to grip Abel by the chin and steer him into a forceful kiss, tongue lashing its way past lips to claim the soft inside of his mouth. Breathless and aching, he separates only to growl against Abel's scarred lower lip.]
Fuck yourself on me.
[Hands fall dormant on pale thighs while he waits, letting Abel set the pace.]
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[He's reminded of that one time in the Reliant. Cain hadn't let him close, maybe he wanted to watch, maybe he didn't want Abel to get too familiar too quickly, Abel doesn't know-- but maybe this time he can do a little of both. One of his hands goes back onto Cain's knee to brace himself, and the other curls around Cain's shoulder. His hips slide and roll against Cain, push and pull, working hard to fuck himself as deep as he can manage while giving Cain what he wants too: a flushed and writhing body for him to feast his eyes on and tight, hot pleasure running unrelentingly over his cock.]
[It feels good from where Abel's sitting at least, and his pants slowly start getting more and more vocal as he rolls his hips with more of a rhythm.]
Is it good?
[It probably is, but Abel wants to hear Cain tell him all sorts of filthy things. Right now, those would be just as good as sweet and gentle praise.]
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Of course it's good, he couldn't imagine anything better than this, but that doesn't stop Cain from leaning in and painting filth over the soft shell of an ear.]
Yeah, it's good, baby. You're so fucking tight, perfect on my cock, always have been. [He licks over that pale earlobe, sharp canines a brief threat.] Takes every fucking shred of control I got not to turn you over and bend you in half, fuck you until you can't speak, till you're begging me for more even when they walk back in this room. Wouldn't stop, Ethan. Couldn't make me. Not until I'm done with you.
[With another squeeze of Abel's hips, he forces another particularly brutal grind, feeling the slick stretch of muscle that yields to him in such a tight fit as he buries himself deep. The growl he emits is almost animalistic.]
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I wouldn't even try to cover myself, let them watch us! I would beg, hold myself open for you, come while they stared-- [He presses on Cain's shoulder, getting his own wild look in his eye. But it's still a request, because before Cain added to his muscle collection Abel wasn't about to push him onto his back unless Cain wanted to go there.]
They've probably never seen anything like us before, we'd put everything else to shame. I wouldn't want you to stop until you're satisfied, and even then I'd count the minutes until you wanted to fill me up again.
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Flat on his back, Cain's hair is messy and wild around his face, dark strands sticking to a warm forehead. He decidedly lays his hands down onto the mattress and lets Abel take over the pace.]
You're so fucking perfect, Ethan. C'mon, make me come in you.
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[Abel hooks his fingers into the slats of the frame above them and starts really riding Cain, using both his legs and his arms to assist with the movement. He'd never be able to look at Hideki laying in this bed without feeling some truly twisted satisfaction after this.]
You're-- haah-- perfect too. You look so good like this, like you're really enjoying me. [Abel picks up the pace, his body practically shaking from the effort, damp from the exertion.] Please come inside me Alexei, I've missed the feeling, I need you.
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He's never been attracted to someone like this before. The force of that is overwhelming, the tightness in his chest as Abel's hair sticks to a sweaty browline, as his thighs tremble from the effort of remaining perched. His own hands have seized over Abel's ankles to keep him pinned in place. He's not going anywhere. He's going to keep fucking himself down over Cain's cock until he makes him come.]
You really want it, don't you? Want me to fill you up? [His expression is sly, filthy, tongue licking across his own lips. He wants to yank Abel down and kiss him on the mouth, he wants to keep watching him put on this show.] You want it so bad, look how fucking hard you are... [One hand ventures down to drag over Abel's dick in a passing graze of touch. His thumb smears the precome gathered at the slit.
Then both palms still Abel's hips with a powerful squeeze. Don't move.] So needy you're dripping. What are you gonna do if I leave you like this, just take what I want and leave you slippery and loose and still fuckin' hard when they walk in the door?
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[Abel shouts when Cain's hand grazes over his erection, which has been bouncing and dripping all over Cain's stomach as he's worked them both over. For all of his promises to be quiet, he's certainly not thinking about them now. He trembles and breaks rhythm, only to have Cain stop his hips. And there he stays because Cain wills it, still stretched between the bed and the frame, taking the moment to catch his breath and half-sob at the thought of being left like this.]
No, please, don't leave me like this Alexei, I don't know what I'd do. [Bring himself off with his hands? Viable, but not what he wants. Let someone else find him like this, a fucked out mess, and finish him? Absolutely not, he wants Cain.] Next time, next time you can use me and leave me but please let me come on your cock this time, please!
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No words left, nothing but the animalistic need of sex, his mouth coming down in a sharp bite on Abel's shoulder. He clenches his jaw with enough pressure to know he's going to leave a dark angry red mark there for hours to follow. As each grind he fills him up again, cock buried to the base, slapping against the skin of Abel's ass.
He doesn't touch Abel's erection at all, taking his own pleasure in the heat of those last few moments until he comes. It feels like such a delicate, intimate thing after the heat of fucking, feeling himself pour inside of Abel in a hot and heady rush. A ragged sound breaks off of Cain's lips that he buries into the crook of Abel's neck.]
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