[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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[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...