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[reargunner]

[He watches from his spot on the floor, tilting his head just so to get a look at Abel's ass when he's got a good view of it and not trying to hide the fact he was gawking at all when the other man turns around again.

There's a moment's pause before he gets up, sliding himself onto the bed and idly trailing a hand along Abel's thigh.]

Don't ask me. [Cain says, leaning in close to steal a quick kiss. He smirks softly as their eyes meet.] Tell me.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He has a very nice ass thank you and has been doing a lot of work in the gym to make it nicer, so he doesn't mind at all when he turns and can see that Cain is definitely looking. It might make him blush, but he likes it, and isn't really going to tell him to stop when they're alone like this.

He steps between Cain's legs, as he gets up on the bed, taking a wide stance that spreads his and Cain's knee's apart, sucking in a sharp, breath as he talks at him, managing to meet his eyes before he nods, kissing him again before his hand catches his shirt, giving him a very gentle push backward.]

Lay down, and let me know if you need anything, okay?

[Which is more a mix of the two, telling and asking, but he isn't exactly going to be able to speak in a few minutes so he thinks it's fine. A hand catches him under the thigh and pulls up, sliding him so his ass is barely hanging over the edge of his bed and his other hand starts at his pants, undoing the button and zip as quickly as he can one handed.]

[reargunner]

[So fucking cute.

He might have resisted, like the last time he did when Abel tried to push him down onto his back, but this time he decides to go along with it. Cain drops back and slides one forearm behind his head, briefly flexing his feet against the floor, and he's probably as comfortable as he's going to get with how narrow the bed is.

He's not expecting to be hauled forwards like that and lets out an entirely undignified little sound before laughing again, curling his fingers into the sheets while Abel fumbles at his pants.]

Got everything in hand down there?

[He's already half hard with anticipation. Abel isn't the only one who can get halfway to off on just the thought of getting laid.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Catching Cain off guard hadn't really been his intention, and he laughs himself, stepping forward so that the back of his thighs and his ass are resting against Abel's hips. He's nervous, so his dick is being rather shy, but he's not that worried about it. He'll get going soon enough once he starts and the nerves bleed away.]

My hands will be all over everything in a minute, don't worry.

[He returns, getting his pants undone and using both hands to give them a sharp tug while half holding him in place with his own body. It doesn't take much, but he can get them and his underwear down to Cain's knee's easily enough as he kneels down on the pillow he'd set on the floor, dipping himself under Cain's legs to rest his thighs on his shoulders.

Hands sliding up his thighs, he grazes his nails up and down them before leaning his head forward, pressing a kiss to the base of his dick before letting his mouth wander, perhaps teasing just a little in way sucks at the sensitive skin at the joint of his thighs between his legs.]

[reargunner]

Hmm...

[Cain leans his head back with a soft hum and a sigh, flexing the length of his body slightly across the bed do make himself more comfortable (and to make it a little easier to get his pants down over his hips). Feeling the backs of his thighs settle against Abel's shoulders prompts a tingle of awareness over his skin.

He knows what's coming yet it still makes him twitch when Abel's lips finally touch against the base of his cock. Cain exhales slowly as he curls the fingers of one hand into the sheets rather than the back of Abel's hair and a soft sound of contented pleasure escapes him.]

Always did have a fuckin' talented mouth. [He murmurs.] Gonna tease me for a while, huh?

[inthebiblicalsense]

We've got the time, you don't want me to? [He'd barely paused to talk as his mouth wanders, sucking a few bruises onto his thighs as one of his hands slides forward, catching his dick to start to give it slow, measured pulls. He's in a much different headspace than he had been even if it's barely been two weeks, and it's funny to him how quickly he was able to push his feelings aside in favor of Cain's.

It probably wasn't healthy, but it made all of this a hell of a lot easier than it had been. They'd talk about it some time, just after it was settled, and that was fine. He'd waited this long, and when had he ever put his own comfort first? It was just the usual.

As his mind wanders, it isn't entirely obvious it does, the kisses and attention he gives wandering and focused.]

I didn't get to appreciate this as much as I could have, the last time. Figure I should make up for it.

[Is the last thing he expects himself to say for a while as his mouth replaces his hand, dipping further to give his balls a squeeze before blindly reaching to the floor to grab his lube.]

[reargunner]

Nothing to make up for.

[Muscles twitch under Abel's attention, he shifts against the sheets, and a huffing sigh puffs out of him as he finally moves his hand to touch the top of Abel's head. Just a touch. He doesn't grab, just lets his fingers rest there and ruffles them idly against the other man's hair as if he's using the sensation to focus.

It's not really a discussion to be had. They both have their ideas about what happened and Cain is as unlikely to be swayed from his own interpretation of events as Abel is. Besides, this is far more appealing a thing to shift his focus to.

He sighs out a breath, a quiet sound of pleasure carried on it, and his eyes fall half closed.]

Mm... 'S good, Ethan.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel would like to say that there is something to make up for, and that's not being able to take his sweet ass time, which he'd like to do now that he has the chance.

He glances up when he feel's Cain's hand in his hair, half expected him to pull, and when he doesn't he settles in a little, uncapping the the tube blindly as his lips slide down Cain's cock. Hand sliding down further, he gets a nice good squeeze of Cain's ass, which he would point out later is rather nice before he squeezes a decent amount of lube into his hand, dropping the tube to rube his fingers together, not really wanting it to be cold. His now free hand shifts up again, spreading him just enough that he can trace his thumb along his seam, teasing before a slick finger replaces it, not quite pressing in.

Swallowing around his mouthful, he sucks in a breath in through his nose and presses a little deeper, that slow pace that isn't at all rushed. Was good to hear his name breathed out like that, and maybe he could get him to say it some more.]

[reargunner]

[Cain is not at all complaining about Abel taking his time here. The hand that planted down against his hair will very likely soon be tangled up in it and pulling, because he knows Abel likes that (and honestly won't be able to help himself), but for now he's just waiting.

Enjoying the anticipation, honestly.

He's about to complain about being kept waiting for a bit too long when he feels Abel's hand at his ass again and he twitches slightly before letting his head fall back again. His fingers push into Abel's hair.]

Ngh... [A deep breath in... then out... Cain shudders as heat coils slow and steady in the pit of his stomach.] C'mon... just like that.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He remembers the last time so clearly, how he'd been too gentle, too slow, but this time is a little more intentional than nervous, that first finger pressing in and out in a steady rhythm. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat when Cain talks at him, rather liking the encouragement, and he picks up his slow pace.

As the nerves shed, mostly because he's rather good at sucking dick and Cain's is entirely familiar, he can feel his own dick waking up quickly, ignoring it for the time being in place of teasing him with another finger.

His head pulls back a moment, taking in the look of Cain laid out before him.]

You want more? I like it when you talk to me, tell me what you want Alexei.

[reargunner]

[Cain remembers the last time, too, and how impatient he'd been by the time Abel finally got around to sticking it in. How he'd said he didn't have to ask permission for everything, and how the man's fingers had felt in his hair before he jerked his head back--

He lets out a little sound without realising it, shuddering against the mix of memory, sensation, and the sound of Abel's voice coming up from in between his thighs. Saying his name like that.]

You looking for an itemised list? [He asks, his accent blurring over his words as he clenches slightly around the teasing digits.] Ngh-- Don't... tease me too much. I want you.

[inthebiblicalsense]

What if I do? Would you give it to me? [He can't help it, the accent gets him, wants to hear his voice more, the sounds he's pulling as he spreads his fingers, but he can take a hint that maybe he should get on with it.

In his kneeling position, he lets his free hand drop, undoing his pants and awkwardly pushing them down a little before he really does need two hands. He teases his fingers inside him for a few moments more before pushing himself to stand, considering the other man's position. He isn't exactly sure how flexible Cain is, usually he was the one that was bent in awkward positions, but he didn't have to bend him over like a pretzel to enjoy him. Might be nice, getting to see his face during unlike the last time.

Grabbing his thighs, he settles between them, already just enjoying the feel of his skin against his own, he's warm, and will only get warmer from here.]

You want to wrap your legs around my waist?

[reargunner]

[Cain is pretty flexible, and maybe he'd not object too much to feeling the burn in his thighs if Abel happened to want to press him into any positions he might have in mind, but the instruction he gets is a simple one and he nods with a soft hum of agreement.]

Mhm.

[He does just that, hooking his ankles loosely together at the base of Abel's back and sliding his fingertips slowly down one of his own thighs, making a little show of himself for a moment.]

Like your hands there.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel has no idea, it isn't like he gets to do this all that often, hasn't anyways, and he glances down, positioning himself with a hand while is other slips around his leg, catching his as he leans forward. It's a gentle press, his breath stuttering, as the head of his dick sinks in, stopping just there so he doesn't lose it immediately.]

I like my hands there too [He manages to breath out, eyes closed while he makes sure he's not going to embarrass himself before he presses and leans a little more, bending over him enough that he has to catch himself on the mattress, hand pressed just to the right of Cain's head.

His head bows down, resting brow to brow for a moment as he groans in frustration.]

G-give me a minute, you feel too good, Alexei.

[reargunner]

[Though the implication has always been there in his reactions and how long it took to allow it, this isn't a position that Cain has been in all that often. He appreciates that Abel doesn't drag it out forever like he did the first time but as he feels the man's cock pressing in he realises all at once that he probably could have waited a little longer.

It's a steady burn, but not one that hurts enough for him to ask to stop. Instead he curls his hands into the sheets and rolls his head back, squeezing his eyes shut with a stunted groan as his heels urge against Abel's back. His breathing shakes for a moment.]

Ah, fuck. [Cain gasps out, feeling himself greedily tensing around what little he's been given so far, trying to get Abel to go in deeper.] Ngh—

[inthebiblicalsense]

[And this is why he wanted him to talk to him, let him know what he actually wanted, what he was feeling, but no, Cain didn't want to do that.

He can feel the press of his heels against the small of his back, his own eyes shut tight as he slowly sinks in, breath unsteady on a moan until his hips meet the backs of his thighs. Stilling for the moment, he cracks his eyes open, staring down at Cain and the way his head is tilted back, exposing his neck. It gets him in more ways than one, a hand coming to Cain's hip, squeezing tight to ground himself as he presses his mouth to throat, dragging his teeth gently down the column of it.

If they'd done it this way that first time he'd have been gone before they'd barely even started. He looks good, sounds good, and he wants to be good for him too.]

You want more?

[reargunner]

[It aches in a deliciously good way as he's filled up. Cain pants softly and kneads his fingers against the sheets as a distraction from any discomfort, but never does he utter a single sound to indicate he wants Abel to stop.

He hums out a soft groan at the teeth on his neck and closes his eyes, hissing in a sharp breath like he's waiting for a bite that doesn't happen.]

Want you to stop asking questions. [The words come out bluntly, albeit breathily, as he finally untangles one hand from the sheets to curl his fingers around Abel's thigh. He squeezes against it and lifts his own slightly to get a better grip on him.]

You—ngh... already know how to make it good.

[inthebiblicalsense]

Is that right?

[That gets a breathy laugh out of him, his hot breath against his skin, another soft noise pulled from him when Cain squeezes his thigh. On the edge of overstimulation but wanting to please, he obliges, starting with a slow roll of his hips, shallow movement that isn't exactly much, but the more he does it, the more he might loosen up. Fully seated as he was, the tense squeeze of Cain every time he shifts, those little breaths, it gets his heart pounding.

He tilts his head, nosing at his earring before he gives it the gentlest little tug. Listening to every breathless word that comes out of his mouth while he can feel him tight and tense beneath him is an intoxicating pairing. It encourages more teasing as he slowly ramps the press and pull up, fuller strokes.]

I know...but I want you to ask for it, Alexei.

[reargunner]

Not now.

[There's a time when Cain might be receptive to that sort of talk but it sure as hell isn't now, when he feels like he's shaking on a knife edge and the teasing is little more than a distraction that he's not interested in chasing.

What he is interested in is the way his body feels. The little twinge as his earring is tugged. The steady slide to fullness when the other man moves into him. Talking is just an extra thing to divide his attention from everything else he's having to process, and he's not adding it to the pile.

Selfish, but wonderously turned on, his calves tighten against Abel's ass and pull him in. The small of his back arches off the bed for a better angle and he groans, his body jolting slightly and eyes rolling back before he snaps them closed.]

Nngh—! Right there—

[inthebiblicalsense]

[This last insistence gets Abel to stop playing so much, he has enough of a brain left to understand that Cain isn't quite interested at the moment, would rather feel him move. There's a surprised sound that he rips from him, hips meeting Cain's ass with more force as he's pulled in, and he can feel him moving, angling himself, and his own thighs shake when that sound reaches his ears.

The hand holding him up grips into the sheets tight, the snap of his hips stuttering just a moment before he steadies himself, picking up the rhythm in what he can only hope to maintain. The hand at his hip slides inward, catching Cain's dick and attempting to keep that same pace, each down stroke timed for the press of his hips.]

Fuck, that's it- [His words break off into a series of moans, biting his lip so he isn't so loud in his ear, but god, he can't help it.]

[reargunner]

[He doesn't mind Abel's moans. Relishing them even as they mingle with his own. The discomfort he was feeling to begin with fades back behind mounting pleasure as their combined efforts find just the right angle, and the addition of Abel's hand on his cock almost has Cain seeing stars.

Though he's no stranger to sex, sex with Abel has been different for a while now. Not just something transactional, something he's only doing to get something for himself... even if he had persisted in telling himself that. It means more, and he lets it mean more, allowing it to sweep him away and for those noises to spill out of him without restraint.]

Fuck-- fuck-!

[Ah, god, but it could end this quickly. It could, but he doesn't want it to. His fingernails dig against the back of Abel's thigh, scratching red lines up against it, and he pants out the words--]

Ngh-- slower. S-slow down.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He bites at his lip harder, feeling Cain's nails dig in, and it excites him in the way that he knows he couldn't help it. It might hurt a little, but if he's being entirely honest, he likes that, just the bit of sting, the sharp bite of his fingers, his teeth on his skin. Just, not hard enough to bleed, and thankfully Cain is behaving himself despite his- God he sounds so good.

His rhythm slows practically to a halt, eyes squeezing shut as he presses more kisses to Cain's jaw, and his breathing tries to catch up with his fast beating heart. Fist still tight around Cain's dick, he matches the down stroke as he rolls his hips, perhaps a little too slow, but it's enough that he can take a breather while still keeping some friction.

Sucking in a deep breath, he pulls back, taking in the look of Cain, wanting and there he is, burned into his mind just like this, something he'll recall in his day to day, a much appreciated, fond distraction.]

Like that, Alexei?

[reargunner]

[Abel is so warm, so close to him, and he sounds and feels so damned good that in spite of the fact that he was the one who called for 'slower' he still lets out a reedy whine at the loss of friction. Cain breathes in deeply, then out, and then his fingers wrap around Abel's wrist to pull his hand away from his cock.]

Don't— don't need that... [It's good - really good - but it needs to stop if this is going to last. Every nerve is already tingling in anticipation of orgasm and he feels himself tensing in trembling little spasms around the length filling him up. His breath catches in the back of his throat, almost like a hiccup, and his heart is pounding and his skin is so damned hot, and this is why no one save a special few ever see him like this. It's too vulnerable, with that feeling like he's about to shake out of his own body.

Cain moves his hand to lace their fingers together, drawing the other man's hand up until it's pressing his own down against the sheets.]

Like that... mmh. [His eyes snap closed for a moment then half open again, hazy.] Let me feel you move.

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He notes again, absently that this is different than last time, and as Cain laces their fingers together, Abel pressing down, he lifts his right to grab his other hand. He can feel him squeezing his fingers, can feel the clench and spasm of his muscles, and he pulls in another steadying breath as he starts up again in steady, deep strokes that make his mouth dry.

But the request, the way he's talking, how he can't seem to hold still? Who else gets to see him like this? And while he's been trying so hard to just push 'feelings' out of the room, there they are, all soft eyes and thumbs gently rubbing against Cain's hands. It's not- This isn't what he'd meant for when he'd settled in for a distraction from what had been bothering him.

He shifts, pushing Cain a little further up the mattress, his knee coming up to bend him a little more, get that much closer to he can actually reach his mouth, kiss him in that slow way that he really shouldn't be right now. It's not fast but desperate, indulgent, and maybe when this is over they'll both have the courtesy to not mention the tonal shift.]

[reargunner]

[It's a deep breath in, out, a softly gasping inhale just before their lips meet and Cain hums softly into the kiss. It's good. Comfortable. He feels safe like this and that means more than anything else might. His thighs hitch against Abel's hips and keep that just-right angle as the way his hands are pinned keep him from getting too clingy, and the juxtaposition of both is enough to make him want to squirm.

No one else gets to see him like this. No one else has seen him like this. Cain lets his eyes close, shuttering the image of Abel's face above him against the insides of the lids and holding it there as his brow furrows just so and the top of his jaw briefly tenses.]

Mmh... mm. [His lips part in another sighing little moan and his fingers flex slightly against the ones holding them down, though not at all as if he wants to escape.

Not at all.] That's—... good, just like that, Ethan...