[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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[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...