[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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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...