I don't like being angry, it's exhausting. [Abel smiles faintly and curls a hand around the back of Cain's neck, trying to keep him in this strange embrace like Cain has with his knees.]
[But as much as he doesn't want to be angry, he is a little annoyed that the reasons for Abel to be indebted to Deimos do seem to be piling up. He does feel the need to work through his feelings and everything Cain is saying looks like a shortcut. It would be easier, Cain would probably feel better if Abel just agreed and said everything was fine now, they could all live in relative ease. He could make it better for the two of them-- at the cost of how he felt. Was that so terrible, though? That's what he always wants, to protect everyone.]
And you told me your name. [Abel closes his eyes and rubs his thumb against Cain's neck, trying to will himself to see all of the good that Deimos has done for them. What's the point in being hurt?]
Did you decide to do that because of what he said, then? Seems counter-intuitive...
[A huff - breathy, almost a laugh - and Cain finally slides off the counter, which puts the front of their bodies in contact. He gives Abel a proper squeeze of an embrace this way and then begins to steer them toward the couch, if he's willing to be moved away from the kitchen.]
I got caught up in the memory and forgot where we were. That's how I felt around you a lot of the time, though. Distracted, somewhere else, safe. Let my guard down again.
[Abel lets himself be squeezed and steered, though he grabs a bag of almonds on the way out of the kitchen. He's a little peckish.]
[He settles down on the couch, lounging on one side to leave room for Cain. He still doesn't take up space like he lives there, but he really wasn't like that on Earth either.]
I felt like we'd actually connected that day. You didn't do such a terrible job of keeping that distance, from my point of view. I wanted you to open up to me more than anything. [Abel looks at the bag, suddenly not as interested in eating, and sets it on the table.] I guess... I'm glad I made you feel safe, at least.
[It's not much comfort when Abel had been longing to bridge what he perceived to be a gap between them that only grew as the days went by. He'd wondered if he'd said something wrong, if he wasn't doing something right, if this was just how it was supposed to be, he'd even considered that maybe he needed to brush his teeth three times a day instead of just twice. But what Deimos had apparently seen immediately was totally invisible to Abel. It's frustrating, it's depressing to remember.]
[He reaches out for Cain's hand, just to hold it while he sorts his thoughts.]
[Abel is lingering, drawn up into the cage of his mind in his thoughts, almonds abandoned as he sits to one side of the couch. It hurts him a little to see. He's always dealt with emotions in quick bursts and flares -- let it all out at once, vent, shake it off like a dog and move on. It takes effort to linger with Abel, but he wants to do a good job at this.
Seating himself close while yielding Abel a fair portion of the cushions still, he crosses both arms over his knees and leans his chin into one open hand. The other reaches for the hold, fingers threading together.]
You really did. It's something I never really got back home. Nowhere was safe for long.
[At least in those later years, when it felt like his life had lost direction, when he'd found himself embedded in the same systematic pattern that so many other colonists like him got trapped in.]
[The longer they work through this, the more Abel envies the person he used to be when he was ignorant of Project Thebes. He trusted, he focused his thought on their mission, he embraced a life of feeling more than thinking when he was around Cain and now? Now he knows how intense his emotions are, and he's always analyzing them. The blind trust of what he's feeling has been replaced by overthinking and analysis, especially where Cain is concerned. And he never wants Cain to doubt that Abel is happy, or wonder if he's done something wrong. Everything is still relatively fresh, and having conversations like this doesn't help Abel push those negative feelings away. But it's where they started, this would always be their history, Abel had to get used to it.]
I hate remembering all of this. Even if he saved us, and showed you your own feelings, even if I know that nobody is perfect and we all could have been spared this if Bering and Cook had just refused to oversee the project, even if it's what brought us together in the end... remembering it all is different now. I remember feeling excited and thrilled, but it just seems so sad now. I don't know what to feel about most of what happened anymore. That time in the cargo hold when I found your bandage, I could have pressed you about it. When you insisted we sleep on the floor together. Sitting next to me at lunch.
And now I thought I couldn't possibly be wrong about what happened with Deimos and. [He shrugs and runs a hand over his face.] I know what everyone else knew for so long, but somehow it's just confused everything even more. That shouldn't be the case.
[When this began, he knew it wouldn't be easy. They spoke of that. It's going to be a challenge to build a relationship together with the lingering background of that lie, coloring their interactions and their past history, but Cain doesn't intend to give up just because it's hard. What he hopes is that with time and a foundation of trust, Abel won't have to suffer these thoughts and worries.]
I know. [A gentle tug of their joined hands and he's trying to pull Abel closer to him, to lean their bodies together.] Can't really change what we did, though. Or what happened.
[They were shitty circumstances. He regrets it, but he doesn't necessarily regret accepting the deal to get out of prison, because it's what led them together.]
We can just... keep talking about it. I'll listen.
I know. [Abel goes easily into Cain, as though he was waiting for the invitation. His free hand rests on Cain's shoulder and he lays his head on the other one.]
And while I wish things had been different, they are what they are. I know that. And the more I talk the more I retread everything. I think I just... want you to hold me? And tell me it's real?
[That's something he can do, easily, even as it tugs a familiar thread of warm emotion in his chest. There's so much in this world he's realizing he wants to hang onto tooth and nail, so many people who have impacted him in such a short period of time. He can't imagine a life outside this one now. He's tried, but where would he be? What would he become? Left to prison on the colonies, left to fester, to do someone else's dirty work as a pawn in the system yet again. There was no happy ending back there to be had. It was rigged against him from the start.
And now Abel, back here in his arms, hurting but real and solid and whole. Wanting to be here, asking to be held -- Cain has to let out a shaky breath to steady himself as his arms open up and pull Abel into the circle of an abrupt embrace.
It's not a loose hold. He practically hauls Abel across his lap with elbows hooked around that narrow waist, crushing Abel into his chest and obscuring the flare of blue light so familiar now.]
It's real, Ethan. I mean it. I'll say it over and over, every day, I'll wake you up with it if you want. It's real, I'm real, and I want you here. You're not getting away from me ever again if I got something to say about it.
[It's fortunate that this isn't the first time he's been dragged into Cain's lap, so Abel knows where to steer his knees and shift his weight so the slide is anything but awkward. He is hurting, and in the past when he's been hurt all he's had was himself and his thoughts. It was his problem to work out, every time. But that's not the case anymore, and he can ask for something else now-- just simple reassurance that everything is okay, that the hard part is behind them and they're together now. Cain is so good at that. He can't cut the Gordian knots Abel puts himself in, Abel can barely do that himself, but there is that steady trust and physical warmth that he feels whenever they're together. Sometimes the solution is not to obsess over the knot, but to set it aside for a while and let it loosen on its own.]
[Abel makes a few surprised noises as Cain squeezes him and doesn't let go, and they eventually shift into quiet laughter as Abel combs his fingers through Cain's hair.]
I wouldn't mind waking up like that. [Dozens of wonderful memories of Cain waking him up and affirming their relationship-- the thought makes him eager to start.] You're not getting away from me either. Even if we didn't have the best start, you're worth all of it. Every morning, every kiss, every back-breaking hug and moment we spend linked-- [He grins and kisses Cain's forehead.] --they outweigh every minute I spend remembering the Sleipnir, and they'll push it completely out of my mind soon enough. I can feel it happening.
[The fingers through his hair are nice, dragging gently over his scalp, Cain's head tilting into the movement. The kiss coaxes eyes closed. Their emotions tethered together like this communicate everything, and he can feel the shards of Abel's hurt as real as though it was his own, determined to soothe it away if it means distraction and affection for now. It won't vanish overnight.]
Missed you today.
[While away at work and grocery shopping, his thoughts track back to Abel without fail. Dizzying to think there's always this at the end of a long day, Abel within grasp. Nothing hidden. Cain angles his chin and presses a realer kiss over Abel's mouth. Actions are often more concrete than words for him. Arms remain fastened around Abel's waist, keeping them close.]
Deimos said he'd be coming back soon, he's staying in Giovanni's room. We'll have to be a little quieter, huh?
[All he does is look at code and the walls. In a way, it's probably made things worse-- too much time alone with his thoughts. Maybe if he found something to do with himself, he'd feel a little less prone to these mental knots. He could come home to Cain and feel like he's accomplished something.]
[He meets Cain for the kiss, resting his arms over Cain's shoulders and looking into his dark, soft eyes with endless fondness.] It wouldn't be kind if we didn't try. [...and then there's that little spark.]
[It wouldn't be kind, and Cain has no intention of rubbing anything in Deimos' face about the situation, but he also likes the look on Abel's face right now. Enjoys their closeness, looms in for another chaste close-mouthed kiss because he's greedy for it and living in close quarters has done little to satisfy either of their voracious appetites.]
You been keeping yourself busy without me?
[His meaning isn't strictly work related, either.]
[For all of the times where they'd found a small corner and fucked until they were breathless, Abel loves these tender moments where Cain just brushes his lips against Abel's. The briefest reminder of his affection, like just sharing a breath with Abel was enough. It's a gentle melody he can curl up in and savor.]
[But he knows the cues well now, and he loves a symphony just as much.]
[Abel smiles and shifts to kiss the corner of Cain's mouth.] Oh, the usual. Working, dishes... [He kisses his cheek and leans in to Cain's ear.] Thinking about what it's like to be bent over the counter, laundry, watering the plants...
[It doesn't surprise him how quickly they can translate into this language of physical need, manifested somehow stronger through the double-layer of emotion with the empathy bond. He can feel those threads of warmth in Abel and finds himself responding in kind. One hand lifts to play with the short scruff of hair around Abel's temple, gently dragging fingertips across his scalp.]
That what you want? Me to bend you over the counter and fuck you?
[Well, they've claimed almost all other areas of the apartment thus far, ranging from the couch to their bed to the shower. It was only a matter of time.]
[Abel leans into Cain's hand, nuzzling his palm and putting a kiss into it.]
Only a thought. [He's blushing, but there's a very sly thread that is coming through the nerves and the interest.] We're going to have to check ourselves soon, it only makes sense to enjoy the time we have left doesn't it?
[Arms turn into a firmer hold as Cain moves to stand off the couch, easily lifting Abel's weight in one movement to carry him across the room and into the kitchenette. It's a short distance in such a small space, but he could have hauled Abel further, given how much bulk he's put on since the Alliance. Cain deposits the precious cargo on the kitchen's shiny countertop edge, hands lowering to squeeze Abel's knees in a tight hold and draw them apart, only to then pull the front of Abel's body flush up against his own.]
[Abel laughs, delighted as he feels Cain shifting to lift him. Cain absolutely has him, but Abel does wrap his legs and arms around Cain's torso to help make the carry easier. He lifts Abel like it's nothing. The reminder makes him shiver.] Oh? Was there that much convincing involved? [Of course not. The logic is flawless, so it's time to fuck in the kitchen. Solid.]
[Once he's on the counter, he does loosen his grip on Cain only to have his knees pulled apart and find Cain pressed right against him. Abel's starting to get that dewy, distant look in his eyes that only Cain has seen, and he presses his hips into Cain.] I'd only roll off if you let go.
[Abel starts unbuttoning his shirt-- not frantic, not slow, just like he's giving weight to every motion. He wants to savor this, who knows when they'll get another chance to use the common space for their debauchery?] I plan on keeping your hands on me, what do you think?
[There was some convincing. Maybe Abel's not as aware of what he does to Cain, even in the subtlest signs from the slant of his looks -- pale lashes over dark eyes -- or the earnest way he tends to lean into Cain's physical presence. Then again, he's not much better, always engaging those touches and encouraging the illicit sidetrack of conversation.]
Won't be too tough, if you keep showing me how good you look with my hands on you. [Head dipping down, his mouth follows the stripe of revealed skin as those hands deftly unbutton fabric. He skims over collarbones, chasing the tips of Abel's fingers, dragging his teeth over the upper shape of a pec.] Gonna have to let you go at some point, though.
[They'll need lubricant, as Cain doesn't exactly keep a spare in the kitchen, of all places. Perhaps he should have.]
[Fortunately, Abel is only subconsciously aware of the power he wields, otherwise he would use and abuse it far too often. As it stands now, he does make the active choice to make heavy eye contact with Cain just so, or drag his fingers over Cain's waist in clear invitation, insert that low lilt into his tone that telegraphs what he's feeling-- it's all physics, for every action there's an equal reaction. He doesn't recognize the smaller ways he draws Cain in, not yet.]
[He makes a disappointed noise in between the hums and sighs Cain is pulling out of him with his lips and teeth. He pulls out the tucked in tail of his shirt and finishes with the buttons. Leaning back against the cabinet behind him, he curls his fingers into Cain's hair to encourage him to follow.]
But you just got here... [He whines playfully, grinning despite the complaint and massaging Cain's scalp gently.] How long are you going to leave me all alone with no one but the toaster for company, hm?
[The drape of that shirt shouldn't look so seductive hanging off Abel's shoulders, baring the line of his chest and belly in a pale expanse of skin. Abel lounging backward like such a blatant invitation. For that, he lowers his head and delivers a gently deliberate bite and lash of tongue to one nipple, so that it's left red and wet.]
Long enough so I have what I need to fuck you on this counter, Ethan, unless that wasn't actually the plan.
[Eyelids drooping as a smile stretches across his mouth, he can't help but lean into those fingers, lazily compliant. Vulgar to the end:]
[This is so corny-- kitchen sex is so corny but Abel is already having the time of his life looking like a meal on the counter. And Cain is clearly ready to dig in. Abel bites his lip and whimpers as Cain toys with his nipple, though after the first few seconds he realizes this is the time to make as much noise as he likes. He's going to be biting his lips and tongue for who knows how long, now is not the time. He lets it out in a somewhat sudden, loud, and awkward gasp, but surely Cain knows what's going on here.]
[He drags his fingertips across Cain's scalp in a gentle rub.] No, no that was the plan...
[But how can he ignore that offer?]
But I'd stay nice and cozy up here after a treat like that.
[It is a little cheesy, but Cain's brain isn't on that track at the moment, too distracted by the promise of skin contact and all else that yields. After another kiss to the center of Abel's sternum, his head dips back up for a kiss, chasing that pretty sound, cradling the back of his head and licking into it deeper until they're both breathless from a lack of air.
Meanwhile, deft fingers make quick work of Abel's waistband, thumbing open the button and dragging the palm of his hand over the bulge he finds to coax him into hardness.]
[Guilty. Cain had his number-- there were few things in any world that would make Abel weaker than Cain nuzzling or pawing at the fly of his pants, everything else fell to the background. Waiting wouldn't be so bad if he could barely remember his real name.]
[Abel whimpers into Cain's mouth, already overwhelmed by the insistent tongue that's stealing the air from his lungs and giving him a suggestive preview of what he can expect. He's flushed and whining when Cain finally lets him breathe, lips shining from the sloppy kiss.]
[By the time Cain gets to his pants, there isn't much coaxing needed-- Abel smacks his head against the cabinet as he arches in response to the pressure, but he doesn't seem to care. He's only focused on Cain teasing his very obvious, growing tent.]
Ah, Alexei, pull it out, it's getting too tight...
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[But as much as he doesn't want to be angry, he is a little annoyed that the reasons for Abel to be indebted to Deimos do seem to be piling up. He does feel the need to work through his feelings and everything Cain is saying looks like a shortcut. It would be easier, Cain would probably feel better if Abel just agreed and said everything was fine now, they could all live in relative ease. He could make it better for the two of them-- at the cost of how he felt. Was that so terrible, though? That's what he always wants, to protect everyone.]
And you told me your name. [Abel closes his eyes and rubs his thumb against Cain's neck, trying to will himself to see all of the good that Deimos has done for them. What's the point in being hurt?]
Did you decide to do that because of what he said, then? Seems counter-intuitive...
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[A huff - breathy, almost a laugh - and Cain finally slides off the counter, which puts the front of their bodies in contact. He gives Abel a proper squeeze of an embrace this way and then begins to steer them toward the couch, if he's willing to be moved away from the kitchen.]
I got caught up in the memory and forgot where we were. That's how I felt around you a lot of the time, though. Distracted, somewhere else, safe. Let my guard down again.
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[He settles down on the couch, lounging on one side to leave room for Cain. He still doesn't take up space like he lives there, but he really wasn't like that on Earth either.]
I felt like we'd actually connected that day. You didn't do such a terrible job of keeping that distance, from my point of view. I wanted you to open up to me more than anything. [Abel looks at the bag, suddenly not as interested in eating, and sets it on the table.] I guess... I'm glad I made you feel safe, at least.
[It's not much comfort when Abel had been longing to bridge what he perceived to be a gap between them that only grew as the days went by. He'd wondered if he'd said something wrong, if he wasn't doing something right, if this was just how it was supposed to be, he'd even considered that maybe he needed to brush his teeth three times a day instead of just twice. But what Deimos had apparently seen immediately was totally invisible to Abel. It's frustrating, it's depressing to remember.]
[He reaches out for Cain's hand, just to hold it while he sorts his thoughts.]
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Seating himself close while yielding Abel a fair portion of the cushions still, he crosses both arms over his knees and leans his chin into one open hand. The other reaches for the hold, fingers threading together.]
You really did. It's something I never really got back home. Nowhere was safe for long.
[At least in those later years, when it felt like his life had lost direction, when he'd found himself embedded in the same systematic pattern that so many other colonists like him got trapped in.]
Are you okay?
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I hate remembering all of this. Even if he saved us, and showed you your own feelings, even if I know that nobody is perfect and we all could have been spared this if Bering and Cook had just refused to oversee the project, even if it's what brought us together in the end... remembering it all is different now. I remember feeling excited and thrilled, but it just seems so sad now. I don't know what to feel about most of what happened anymore. That time in the cargo hold when I found your bandage, I could have pressed you about it. When you insisted we sleep on the floor together. Sitting next to me at lunch.
And now I thought I couldn't possibly be wrong about what happened with Deimos and. [He shrugs and runs a hand over his face.] I know what everyone else knew for so long, but somehow it's just confused everything even more. That shouldn't be the case.
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I know. [A gentle tug of their joined hands and he's trying to pull Abel closer to him, to lean their bodies together.] Can't really change what we did, though. Or what happened.
[They were shitty circumstances. He regrets it, but he doesn't necessarily regret accepting the deal to get out of prison, because it's what led them together.]
We can just... keep talking about it. I'll listen.
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And while I wish things had been different, they are what they are. I know that. And the more I talk the more I retread everything. I think I just... want you to hold me? And tell me it's real?
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And now Abel, back here in his arms, hurting but real and solid and whole. Wanting to be here, asking to be held -- Cain has to let out a shaky breath to steady himself as his arms open up and pull Abel into the circle of an abrupt embrace.
It's not a loose hold. He practically hauls Abel across his lap with elbows hooked around that narrow waist, crushing Abel into his chest and obscuring the flare of blue light so familiar now.]
It's real, Ethan. I mean it. I'll say it over and over, every day, I'll wake you up with it if you want. It's real, I'm real, and I want you here. You're not getting away from me ever again if I got something to say about it.
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[Abel makes a few surprised noises as Cain squeezes him and doesn't let go, and they eventually shift into quiet laughter as Abel combs his fingers through Cain's hair.]
I wouldn't mind waking up like that. [Dozens of wonderful memories of Cain waking him up and affirming their relationship-- the thought makes him eager to start.] You're not getting away from me either. Even if we didn't have the best start, you're worth all of it. Every morning, every kiss, every back-breaking hug and moment we spend linked-- [He grins and kisses Cain's forehead.] --they outweigh every minute I spend remembering the Sleipnir, and they'll push it completely out of my mind soon enough. I can feel it happening.
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Missed you today.
[While away at work and grocery shopping, his thoughts track back to Abel without fail. Dizzying to think there's always this at the end of a long day, Abel within grasp. Nothing hidden. Cain angles his chin and presses a realer kiss over Abel's mouth. Actions are often more concrete than words for him. Arms remain fastened around Abel's waist, keeping them close.]
Deimos said he'd be coming back soon, he's staying in Giovanni's room. We'll have to be a little quieter, huh?
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[All he does is look at code and the walls. In a way, it's probably made things worse-- too much time alone with his thoughts. Maybe if he found something to do with himself, he'd feel a little less prone to these mental knots. He could come home to Cain and feel like he's accomplished something.]
[He meets Cain for the kiss, resting his arms over Cain's shoulders and looking into his dark, soft eyes with endless fondness.] It wouldn't be kind if we didn't try. [...and then there's that little spark.]
But he's not back yet, is he?
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[It wouldn't be kind, and Cain has no intention of rubbing anything in Deimos' face about the situation, but he also likes the look on Abel's face right now. Enjoys their closeness, looms in for another chaste close-mouthed kiss because he's greedy for it and living in close quarters has done little to satisfy either of their voracious appetites.]
You been keeping yourself busy without me?
[His meaning isn't strictly work related, either.]
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[But he knows the cues well now, and he loves a symphony just as much.]
[Abel smiles and shifts to kiss the corner of Cain's mouth.] Oh, the usual. Working, dishes... [He kisses his cheek and leans in to Cain's ear.] Thinking about what it's like to be bent over the counter, laundry, watering the plants...
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That what you want? Me to bend you over the counter and fuck you?
[Well, they've claimed almost all other areas of the apartment thus far, ranging from the couch to their bed to the shower. It was only a matter of time.]
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Only a thought. [He's blushing, but there's a very sly thread that is coming through the nerves and the interest.] We're going to have to check ourselves soon, it only makes sense to enjoy the time we have left doesn't it?
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[Arms turn into a firmer hold as Cain moves to stand off the couch, easily lifting Abel's weight in one movement to carry him across the room and into the kitchenette. It's a short distance in such a small space, but he could have hauled Abel further, given how much bulk he's put on since the Alliance. Cain deposits the precious cargo on the kitchen's shiny countertop edge, hands lowering to squeeze Abel's knees in a tight hold and draw them apart, only to then pull the front of Abel's body flush up against his own.]
Just don't roll yourself off.
Mark your bingo cards
[Once he's on the counter, he does loosen his grip on Cain only to have his knees pulled apart and find Cain pressed right against him. Abel's starting to get that dewy, distant look in his eyes that only Cain has seen, and he presses his hips into Cain.] I'd only roll off if you let go.
[Abel starts unbuttoning his shirt-- not frantic, not slow, just like he's giving weight to every motion. He wants to savor this, who knows when they'll get another chance to use the common space for their debauchery?] I plan on keeping your hands on me, what do you think?
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Won't be too tough, if you keep showing me how good you look with my hands on you. [Head dipping down, his mouth follows the stripe of revealed skin as those hands deftly unbutton fabric. He skims over collarbones, chasing the tips of Abel's fingers, dragging his teeth over the upper shape of a pec.] Gonna have to let you go at some point, though.
[They'll need lubricant, as Cain doesn't exactly keep a spare in the kitchen, of all places. Perhaps he should have.]
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[He makes a disappointed noise in between the hums and sighs Cain is pulling out of him with his lips and teeth. He pulls out the tucked in tail of his shirt and finishes with the buttons. Leaning back against the cabinet behind him, he curls his fingers into Cain's hair to encourage him to follow.]
But you just got here... [He whines playfully, grinning despite the complaint and massaging Cain's scalp gently.] How long are you going to leave me all alone with no one but the toaster for company, hm?
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Long enough so I have what I need to fuck you on this counter, Ethan, unless that wasn't actually the plan.
[Eyelids drooping as a smile stretches across his mouth, he can't help but lean into those fingers, lazily compliant. Vulgar to the end:]
Guess I could always suck you off first.
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[He drags his fingertips across Cain's scalp in a gentle rub.] No, no that was the plan...
[But how can he ignore that offer?]
But I'd stay nice and cozy up here after a treat like that.
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[It is a little cheesy, but Cain's brain isn't on that track at the moment, too distracted by the promise of skin contact and all else that yields. After another kiss to the center of Abel's sternum, his head dips back up for a kiss, chasing that pretty sound, cradling the back of his head and licking into it deeper until they're both breathless from a lack of air.
Meanwhile, deft fingers make quick work of Abel's waistband, thumbing open the button and dragging the palm of his hand over the bulge he finds to coax him into hardness.]
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[Abel whimpers into Cain's mouth, already overwhelmed by the insistent tongue that's stealing the air from his lungs and giving him a suggestive preview of what he can expect. He's flushed and whining when Cain finally lets him breathe, lips shining from the sloppy kiss.]
[By the time Cain gets to his pants, there isn't much coaxing needed-- Abel smacks his head against the cabinet as he arches in response to the pressure, but he doesn't seem to care. He's only focused on Cain teasing his very obvious, growing tent.]
Ah, Alexei, pull it out, it's getting too tight...