[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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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.]