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[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...

[inthebiblicalsense]

[His back bowed over, Abel rests his forehead on his collarbone. He can't keep looking at him like this, those steady, deep strokes paired with the look on his face is enough to get his whole body tense and he does want to last a little longer.

But then he's saying his name and Abel's eyes shut tight, slowly rubbing a few shakes no, biting his lip against a groan.

He wants to say something, tell him how good he is, how good he looks, how much he wants this and doesn't want it to end, but it catches in his throat. Instead he'll turn his head, kissing at the expanse of his chest, feeling his fingers flex, his own hands gently squeezing Cain's in return.

He's right here Alexei, not... Not going anywhere.]

[reargunner]

[With Abel's head resting on him like that, he can feel the other man's breath on his skin, and somehow that excites him all the more. It's almost like another point of pleasure against him alongside the hands clasped against his and the steady, aching fullness being pressed into him each time Abel slides his hips home.

Cain isn't loud. He's all quiet, wanting moans and gasping breaths that cut off in the back of his throat as the pressure in him mounts. He feels hot, with a rising sense of urgency so keen that he can't turn his mind to anything else. His head tips back as he clenches his fingers hard against Abel's knuckles, his thighs tense and shaking, hips bucking lightly up towards every movement.]

Fuck, fuck—... fuck... [The curses come out like a litany groaned low and soft. It's too much, and God, it was probably a bad idea to do it like this, but even Cain had not anticipated that things would take this kind of turn.

He doesn't think he's ever had this kind of slow, edging orgasm with Abel before now. It's been a long time since he had it with anyone at all. It creeps over him with a warm flush heating his skin, a growing heat between his hips, and a sensation that does not so much overtake him as he simply, consciously yields to it.

Cain climaxes underneath Abel with a tense sound, strained by the way his lungs seem to lock up under the intensity of it. His entire body trembles, his legs tight behind Abel's thighs, and he squeezes his eyes shut as his cock twitches and spills over his stomach. It rolls through him for what feels like an age, though it could have only been ten seconds or so, then he shudders and lets out a low curse in thickly accented Russian.

Holy shit.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He can feel him, the way there could be sounds, he could be louder, and he's holding it all in and Abel can't help it, his head lifts again, chest to his, catches his mouth between swears, because each sound, he wants to feel it against him, more than just hearing it.

His room is small, the bed small, and there is that moment of clarity, fucking Cain slow until he can barely form a sentence, that this is his room, and here he is, loud himself with each press of his hips, and he isn't even worried about the door that goes nowhere.

His heart pounds a little harder, see's the way that Cain shuts his eyes, his legs trembling around him, and he smiles into his next kiss, pulling back to trail little kisses down his jaw, his neck as he twitches and shudders underneath him. When he speaks, it's not so clear, it's breathless and punctuated with moans, but he gets it out, sucking a bruise just above his collar bone.]

You're shaking, Alexei... I can feel you trembling, are you going to come for me? [And he isn't even sure he hears him, following Cain in his release because how could he not when he looks and feels like that, his own dick caught in the rolling sensation, and he bites his lip to keep himself from being too loud. When he requests for his cabin to be changed, good insulation would probably be a good idea.

His own arms trembling with the effort to hold himself up, he lets his body relax down onto Cain with a pleased sigh, head on his chest beneath his chin, feet still pressed into the carpet, though his legs are shaking a little too.]

You okay? You want me to get off? [Because after something like that, he wouldn't be surprised if he was feeling a little crowded, overstimulated. And he could probably use a towel himself, Cain's cum cooling on his stomach that his torso is currently resting on. They're both a mess.]

[reargunner]

[It takes him a few seconds to come out of it; to realise he's blinking away stars and for the ceiling to come back into focus. Cain pulls in a deep breath and lets it shudder out of him, then belatedly realises he had been asked a question.]

Mmn?

[Sensitive and borderline-overstimulated, he's intensely aware of Abel's cock in him and every point of contact where their skin is touching, and it's enough to make him shiver slightly.]

Thought you just did. [... Though he still has the clarity to be able to make a joke.] Yeah, I'm... I'm good, that's...

[Wow.

He pets Abel's hair lightly with one hand and then runs his fingers into it.]

You can do me like that any time. Holy shit.

[inthebiblicalsense]

You're lucky I don't smack you. [He returns for his stupid joke, unable to fight his smile as he slowly and gently raises onto his tip toes to pull out, knows he'll have to clean up, but Cain is warm and his bare ass is already starting to get cold in the rising temperature.

Shifting forward a little he lets go of Cain's other hand and grips at his thigh, scooching the both of them a little further onto his small bed so that his legs aren't just dangling.]

Yeah? You liked that? [He can't keep just how pleased he is at doing a good job out of his tone, expression open in the pride bleeding through. He tried very hard, Cain, just for you. Well, also because fucking him was a very rare treat, but maybe not so rare after this.

He closes his eyes a moment, lets Cain pet at him before he starts to crawl up onto the bed next to him, giving him a gentle kiss before flopping onto his back next to him, deep breath in, deep breath out.]

I would do you like that any time you like, just have to ask. [He turns his head, a stupid smile on his face, a hand finding his, fingers tangling together.] Or maybe beg for it, I like that too.

[reargunner]

[He lets out a quiet grunt when Abel pulls out of him, trying not to make too much of a mess as he moves up the bed a bit. Though he knows he won't be able to fully relax until he's used the bathroom, being like this is... nice.

Cain closes his eyes, breathing slowly as he only half-focuses on the warmth of the body beside him, and he chuckles lightly.]

Mm. I'll keep that in mind.

[Maybe he will beg a little, just for Abel.]

But you know... if you want to just take charge, that'd be hot too.

[And definitely not something he would offer to anyone else. No one else has that level of trust from him. Abel, though? Abel's different.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[With Cain's eyes closed, he can look at him without worrying about being too open and honest. And god, is he in trouble, the conflict is just bubbling under the surface, but Cain looks so comfortable, relaxed and he just wants him like this, laughing like he is, teasing...

He sits up on an elbow, hesitates a moment before rising up a little more, leaning over him to give him a kiss, soft and slow before he pulls back, just the slightest, his smile bordering on nervous and yet still excited.]

You might regret that when I find some quiet, secluded spot in the library stacks and 'take charge'. You'd have to be real quiet then.

[reargunner]

[He doesn't open his eyes when he feels Abel move and just smiles faintly against the kiss before laughing at what he says. It's not a mocking sound - more a little surprised, if anything, and definitely pleased.]

I would, wouldn't I.

[Then he cracks one eye open and looks over to Abel with a small smirk.]

You should do it.