[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.]
[There is no greater rush than this, he thinks as Cain comes to rest against his neck. His breath is coming in deep gulps flavored with quiet, shaky moans as they both come down from that frenzy. It had been so good, Cain taking control, pounding Abel mercilessly, he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to-- he'd been pressed nearly in half under Cain's strong body.]
[Abel's legs twitch and relax in Cain's hold, another low moan coming from him as he feels gravity pulling Cain's come further inside of him. Meanwhile, his own is running slowly over his stomach and sternum, but he is so far from caring if it makes it onto the sheets. The moment Abel realized Cain was marking him, despite the lack of attention paid to his own cock, he'd gone right over the edge. Apparently the threat of leaving Abel to his own devices only works when he's not worked up to the point of everything being an erogenous zone.]
[Eventually his breathing evens out, and he figures out how to work his arms again enough to run his palms over Cain's shoulders and the back of his head.] Holy fuck that was good... [Abel lets out a breathless giggle and seeks out the closest part of Cain he can kiss.]
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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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[Abel's legs twitch and relax in Cain's hold, another low moan coming from him as he feels gravity pulling Cain's come further inside of him. Meanwhile, his own is running slowly over his stomach and sternum, but he is so far from caring if it makes it onto the sheets. The moment Abel realized Cain was marking him, despite the lack of attention paid to his own cock, he'd gone right over the edge. Apparently the threat of leaving Abel to his own devices only works when he's not worked up to the point of everything being an erogenous zone.]
[Eventually his breathing evens out, and he figures out how to work his arms again enough to run his palms over Cain's shoulders and the back of his head.] Holy fuck that was good... [Abel lets out a breathless giggle and seeks out the closest part of Cain he can kiss.]