prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

"Waste of money. I have no need for this many and they end up getting donated or thrown away. I simply can't make use of all of these," he replies as he waves his hand dismissively. He doesn't really need gifts in the first place. He appreciates them to some extent, but he would still prefer not receiving them.

He snorts a little as he looks up at the other.

"That's because I'm basically drunk. I wouldn't recommend using magic if you're not sober. You'll end up doing some mighty dumb shite." He wasn't worried about it, but he also didn't want to have to concentrate on doing magic when he was coming down from so many euphoric feelings. "Besides, I said you could come backstage. There would be no point in offering if I was just going to immediately head home."

Those with money could afford lavish bouquets and not bat an eye at the cost. It really was a bit overkill though when he really thought about it, though donating them was a better cause than simply throwing them away.

Jonathan looks incredibly confused at the mention of the other being drunk. There wasn't any sort of alcohol to be seen in the room and he's obvious when looks around the space again.

How exactly?

He knows he asks some pretty dumb questions but he also didn't know the extent of Cain's abilities to know how either nor had the other told him except his ability to read thoughts.

However, Cain did make an excellent point when it came to the coming back here. It made sense that he'd stay behind for a bit for whatever reason, even if it was clearly this.

Cain makes no attempt to get up on the couch. He seems terribly comfortable where he is. He would also be much more guarded about such details about himself, but he doesn't apparently seem to care at the moment.

"Psychic. Empath. It manifests in different ways for others, but I can taste emotions," Cain says as he turns onto his side a bit. "They don't really have a distinct flavor, but certain emotions are more pleasing to my palette than others."

He grins at the other a bit. "I prefer positive emotions. Strong emotions. It makes sex particularly enjoying for instance," Cain adds shamelessly. "You can imagine being in an auditorium full of it though."

Emotions. Flavors? It was strange to associate the two.

Taste emotions... huh? I mean, that makes sense.

Jonathan was rather clueless about such things revolving around magic and that particular realm of abilities, trying to piece the information together which wasn't too difficult. He can certainly see how a full house of positive emotion could get one 'drunk'.

How that must feel like.

At the mention of positive emotions making activities like sex more enjoyable, that's when he feels his face get warmer and his train of thought sputter to a complete stop.

It almost seemed like he completely blue screened but he's also desperately trying not to think anything that the other could easily read or tease him with. It was just an example to be compared with but it just felt thrown out there completely out of the blue. Whose first comparison to anything is sex? Man, does he need to get out more.

He's definitely quiet a some time, too lost in his head and some of those thoughts probably slipped. He lightly covers his face with his hand after a long while, having to pull his head out of the gutter.

Cain start to laugh and actually sits up from where he was lying with a sly little smile. "Sex has a lot of strong and positive emotions involved with it." So it just seemed like it was worth mentioning, although the other was probably a lot more clean cut. He played at enough clubs (not that he needed the money) that he was possibly just used to getting himself out there. "The taste of lust and passion just happens to be some of my favorite," he says with a bit of a grin.

He rests his arms on the same arm of the couch that Jonathan was sitting on as he looks up at the other. The other tasted rather nice right now. He also enjoyed the taste of embarrassment amongst other things the other was feeling.

"Your thoughts are a right mess, darling." He's totally messing with the other right now.

Jonathan was sure if Cain didn't have the ability of mind reading that he wouldn't be quite the mess that he was. With no real safe place to store such thoughts, they pretty much made themselves at the forefront and he's having trouble pushing them away.

He gets now that sex had a variety of strong emotions involved and how intoxicating that much feel for the other on top of physical pleasure.

Cain keeps talking and it only makes things worse. Lust and passion. What did those taste like?

He can hear the other shift closer towards him and just when he thought he might some sort of hold on his thoughts, Cain says that and sends him spiraling again.

Jonathan slides his hand down his face, feeling just how warm he'd become in a matter of minutes. Huffing out a breath in an effort to calm his nerves, he glances over at the other, a smirk curling in the corner of his mouth.

You're terrible, you know that?

His thoughts were a terrible mess still.

"They're warm. Sweet," Cain answers. Just incase the other really wanted to know. "You can say I've got a bit of a sweet tooth." It's hard to really explain it. There was a flavor, but also a feeling of course. It's not always a temperature either. Emotions were difficult to explain as they were difficult in general.

He laughs a bit at that. "I don't know what you mean. I have been nothing but a stellar host."

The man grins at the other though. "Going to do something about it?" He knows better than to play, but he's enjoying himself tonight it seems. "Me being terrible or your thoughts, that is. They aren't mutually exclusive though, I suppose."

Jonathan is just making it too easy for him.

That certainly answers that question and now, he's curious as to what other might taste like. Even the negative or heated ones.

He huffs a little laugh at that. Cain wasn't wrong though, the other has always been an exceptional host.

Jonathan wanted to act on such unexpected emotions. The only thing holding himself back was that he didn't want to ruin this odd friendship they've made. He can't even remember the last time he might've gotten laid, since he had a tendency to give his focus entirely to work to the point he gets teased by his various teams by it.

He liked Cain. As the other has teased him about it before, he did find him ridiculously attractive. And he'd be lying if he said he hasn't thought about it. But there was another hurdle in his way, he only ever mentioned his ability to heal but he doesn't remember ever telling the other what he was.

Then there was the problems that presented in the sense that he had a tendency to lose control when he wasn't fully concentrating on it to some degree, partial shifting wasn't everyone's cup of tea in the bedroom. It was something he's struggled with keeping in check since he was a kid. It was kind of unfair he got the short stick on that one compared to his siblings. And maybe this is him just over thinking everything but he just didn't want to screw something like this up.

Jonathan turns his head to look at the other proper. He swallows thickly as he hesitantly reaches out to cup the other's face.

I... Do you...want to...?

Its not much of a question but being an embarrassed heap of nerves wasn't helping him in this.

Cain wasn't the type of man to commit. Sex was just sex to the man. He enjoyed and he liked the physicality of it, but it wasn't only about the physical pleasure than anything else. One night stands or friends with benefits were fine, but he certainly wasn't interested in a committed relationship.

Feared it.

He licks his lips with a smirk before he grabs the front of Jonathan's shirt and drags him down into a heated kiss. He only parts for a moment; his breathe warm. "You're thinking too much on this. Just enjoy it," he says in a whisper before going back to kissing the other.

Maybe he was just a bit too promiscuous of a person and Jonathan wasn't that kind of person, but Jonathan also didn't say no.

Cain idly points to the dressing room door and twirls his finger. The sound of the door locking can be heard before his hand moves to get lost in Jonathan's hair. "If you don't want to. Say so now." He'll stop, even if he rather keep going.

There were very different people and what they wanted were very different things. One feared being committed while the other longed for it. He doesn't know if this would change anything between them or knock them both into a different territory but he's not about to think on possibilities.

Jonathan goes easy as Cain pulls him into the kiss, placing a hand on the back of the couch for support so he didn't totally fall on top of the other. He listens to the other. Letting himself shove the flurry of thoughts and focus purely on this. On the man in front of him and nothing else. He thinks the other's name softly like it was some sort of answer while he returns the kiss with as much want as he could muster.

Cain...

There was a certain thrill this carried as he heard the click of the lock. Knowing they were at the mercy of time since he can't imagine it would take that much longer for the patrons to leave the building and the eventual moment a member of staff comes knocking.

He finds how easy it was to sort of melt against the other's touch as he feels fingers in his hair. Like they were somehow always meant to be there. It definitely brings his nerves down a notch as he smiles.

I'm the one who asked. Kind of... but don't stop.

Maybe he gives his heart away too easily or he's reading too much into something so simple.

Cain pretty much drags the other onto the couch. He didn't care what their positions were at the moment. If the other was going to end up on top of him or if they became a tangled mess on it.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he says with a purr. He gives a rather sly little smirk. "Of course, I'll be hearing you plenty soon enough." Maybe not the conventional way and maybe he won't actually. It does make him wonder if the other will just have incomprehensible thoughts or if his mind will be blank; lost in pleasure.

His fingers are already moving to pull shirts out from where they're tucked and sneak hands underneath to feel smooth skin underneath. He liked the way that everything tasted and felt. From the heavy sickeningly sweet taste on the back of his tongue to the almost heavy atmosphere that filled the room.

Sex was particularly enjoyable, because thoughts were something he barely registered. It was easy to fall into pure instinct and carnal pleasure and it made it all the more enjoyable. Just being lost in the feeling and not having to parse through his own thoughts or anyone's for that matter.

This is where Jonathan has to pay attention because he can easily have the wrong placement for his hands and slip off the couch and land on top of the other in a rather embarrassing fall forward. There wasn't exactly as much space on a couch compared to a bed.

Afraid, I'm not one to make too much noise.

He replies with a grin. Ever since he lost his voice, it was something he noticed that changed along with it. He might say Cain's name on occasion from here on out but he had a tendency to lose himself quite easily to the pleasure.

Ah...

Cain's hands were a tad bit on the colder side than he was expecting when he feels them sneak under his shirt. If the other's hands moved further up, they might catch the feeling of a bandage underneath or the raised texture of a scar or two.

While Jonathan had his healing factor, some injuries didn't completely disappear like others did, especially those with certain properties that halted his healing in some way. His body had smaller scars except for the ones raked across his neck or the one that started on his back shoulder blade and ran over his shoulder.

One of his own hands, one that he wasn't using to keep himself upright and on top of Cain with, moved to undo the other's tie and a few buttons of his shirt so he could eventually get to his neck. Maybe leave a mark or two.

Sorry, Jonathan. Cain is pretty cold blooded, so his extremities tend to be pretty cold. Will just have to get used to that a bit.

Cain lets go of the front of Jonathan's shirt so he can start undressing the other. Undoing his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt. He usually liked to mess around a lot more, but they were in his dressing room and they were just going to have to be a bit quicker. Not that he didn't enjoy a quick and dirty romp.

He breaks the kiss for a moment before knocking Jonathan's arm out from under him. "Why not join me? We're about to get up close and personal in the next few minutes anyways," Cain purrs out before letting out a laugh. "Darling, just enjoy it. I'll make sure it'll be the best time you'll ever free." He gives the other that sly little grin before he continues to undress the other.

In comparison to Cain's cold bloodedness, he was practically fever warm under the other's touch. He always did run hotter than most.

Undressing Abel with one hand was a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. He drops the other's tie in the slow growing pile on the floor before his hand continues to fumble with his shirt buttons.

Jonathan makes a rather embarrassing sound that doesn't translate that well from thought to actual sound. What sounded as a yelp in his head ended up coming out like broken squeak when Cain knocks his arm out of under him, causing him to fall on top of the other.

He freezes for second, as he gets rather embarrassed at what had just happened. And here he thought, hovering over the other would make undressing easier, guess Cain had other ideas. If he could, he would have put his head down against the other's chest to compose himself, instead choosing not to for the sake of time.

God, warn a guy next time.

He huffs a breath that could almost be laugh, since they were this close, he might as well take the opportunity to use both of his hand while he could. It was definitely easier to work the the buttons open.

After tugging open Cain's shirt, he goes in for another kiss while his hands fumble with the other's belt and pants. Though he does wonder how to go about this because he didn't come prepared for something like this.

Cain can't help but laugh at the other. He wasn't even laughing specifically because of the squeak that came out of his mouth. The other was certainly flustered and he can't help but be at least be a little amused about it.

"Where would the fun be if I warned you?" He grins at the other.

He's happy to go back to kissing the other again, but eventually he breaks the kiss to move out from under the other and gets to his feet. He easily discards his clothes as he walks over to the chair where his bag was. Cain was all lean muscle and slender. Despite that, he was far from being purely smooth and perfect skin. Noticeably, with his back to the other, they could see the long, old scars that littered his back.

Look, the other may not be prepared, but Cain definitely was. He's been around the block more than a few times.

Pinning after someone who was more playfully aggressive than he was used to is surely tripping him up quite a bit. Cain's laugh, however, makes the mood light even though all he really wants to do is hide his face and be embarrassed for a while.

Guess you have a point...

Jonathan moves easy to let Cain out from under him, sitting back against the couch for a moment as he watches the other cross the room. He does notice the long scars against the other's back, tilting his head curiously at them but he doesn't linger on them for long.

He'd ask about them another time, not now. It takes him a minute to get up to his own feet and peel off his own clothes. Spending a few moments to adjust the the bandages wrapped around the middle of his ribs.

Compared to Cain's slender build, Jonathan was almost the opposite with his athletically muscular one. He had scars of his own, a bit on the gnarlier side with claw mark scars raked across his shoulder as well as that tell-tale one on his neck but there were smaller ones. A few Cain might recognize as the ones he had to patch up since they hadn't healed probably and were left as a reminder.

At least, after this experience, he'll have to make it a point to be better prepared in the future.

Cain turns to look at the other with a little smirk before he makes his way back to the other. He's quick to saunter into Jonathan's personal space and start kissing the other again while he gently pushes the other back towards the couch. It isn't too long before he's pushing the other back to sitting on the couch and climbing onto them to straddle them. He drops a box of condoms and lube onto the seat next to them.

He pulls away a bit to lick his lips as he definitely is giving the other a nice once over. "I'm surprised you aren't more active, you know. Anyone would love to be under a body like yours," Cain purrs out. He doesn't care if his words were a bit shameless. He was currently straddling the other after all.

"Unfortunately, we can't play around too much right now." Which may be more of a let down for Cain than Jonathan. Cain loved to play with his food. Rile people up. The other seemed like they would be fun being pent up.

One of Jonathan's hands settled on Cain's hip once the other had made his way back towards him and brought him back into another series of kisses, going easy as the other pushes him towards the couch until he can feel the cushions against the back of his legs. He falls back down, immediately placing his hands on the other's thighs as they straddle him.

As Cain looks him over, he feels his face heat up a little at the compliment before he tilts his head a bit.

Its a shame I'm all work and no play but I guess this means you get first dibs?

Jonathan knows how much other's might enjoy it, how much he would as well but of course, work always took the priority for him. Leaving sex, in general, to be a sort of treat every now and then.

You can have your fun next time...

He purrs himself. Had they had more time or better yet, were they in a bedroom rather than Cain's dressing room. Jonathan would have enjoyed whatever playful schemes Cain was brewing in his head. Or how he likely would've worshiped the other more.

He's just hoping he can stay in control of himself and not shift while they do this. It would be rather embarrassing to for such a quick session as much as he would like to mark up the other a bit. Jonathan's hands slide up the other man's thighs as he ducks his head to nip at his neck.

"You really should learn to loosen up a smidge more. It doesn't hurt to get out there and have a little fun," Cain says with a smirk. "What's the point of working all the time and not playing and having fun here and there?" Of course, Cain also knows he lives a pretty comfortable life and had a lot more time to enjoy himself than most.

That still doesn't mean the other couldn't try and live a little more though.

"Already thinking of a next time, are you? We've barely started, you know. For someone who's all work and no play, you don't seem particularly opposed to another round with me already," he says before he licks his lips. "You don't want to fall for someone like me. I'm a bad influence."

That, and he'd just break their heart. Cain didn't settle. He doesn't date. He has sex and has fun, but he didn't do commitment.

And he was all for getting into the down and dirty, but a knock on his door and he has to pause for a moment. A voice from the other side mentioning that the building will be closing up in a bit and Cain easily replying. He waits a moment for footsteps to disappear. "Grab you stuff. We're going back to my place." Because he certainly isn't interested in being interrupted again and he most definitely had every intention of having sex with the other.

Jonathan chuckles a bit at being told to loosen up and take more time for more playing around more. Cain had a point. Even if sex wasn't really his immediate go-to for his own downtime. One night stands and friends with benefits were rather uncommon for him. He valued commitment, even sought it out but no one really paid him much mind on the idea. Work schedules didn't allow for such a thing most of the time.

Hmmm... maybe someday I'll get around to it.

Baby steps, right?

How could I oppose it when I'm the one being continuously teased by how hot I thought you were the first time I saw you. Besides, I think I'll take my chances...

He didn't find the other to be a bad influence nor did he know about Cain's apprehension to romantic commitment. He certainly fancied the other and while he liked to take things slow, test the waters and all that, he felt he was merely going with the flow Cain had set.

Jonathan was just about to bring Cain into another kiss when he hears the knock on the door and stills for a moment before kissing the other's shoulder instead while he replied to them. He's almost thankful it wasn't going to be a rushed session and he can probably give Cain his undivided attention.

When being told to grab his stuff due to a location change, he nods before lifting the other up and off his lap. Of course, out of habit he pulls on his clothes though they aren't as nicely tucked or fully buttoned up all the way as before but still looked like he wasn't just caught in the beginnings of an act.

I'll follow your lead like before.

"A risk taker are we? I suppose that isn't so farfetched with your line of work," Cain replies with a laugh.

He doesn't bother to redress. He's shoving his clothes haphazardly into his bag along with whatever other belongings he had with him. There was really no need to be neat about it anyways. They certainly weren't going to be neat about their actions soon enough and he was far from patient to care.

Bag packed and slung over his shoulder, he just makes his way to the other and presses his mouth in a heated kiss. His actions are rough as he kind of pushes the other backwards. The environment around them changes much like the last time he had teleported them. Everything around them seems to slowly change and morph until they find themselves directly in Cain's room.

Cain certainly doesn't waste anytime as he continues to kiss the other while he shoves him towards his bed. While Cain's place was rather minimalist, the man seemed to not skimp on comfort. A large, king sized bed for a man who didn't need a king sized bed.

He finally breaks the kiss for air, but offers the other a cheeky little grin. "We certainly have plenty of time to have as much fun as we want. I intend to have plenty of fun."

Gotta live on the edge a little, right?

There's a grin in return. Risk varied and with Cain, he's not quite sure where it stands. He glances at the other as he collected his things before Cain's lips capture his and his hand is placed on his cheek as he's guided backwards. Jonathan still wasn't quite used to teleporting and found it a bit disorienting.

To be teleported directly into Cain's bedroom, leaves him feeling rather stupid for putting his clothes back on while the other simply tucked them into their bag. In the back of his mind, he thought they'd be teleported in front of Cain's apartment door like before, it slipped his mind completely that Cain could teleport wherever he damn well pleased.

Despite that, Jonathan moves easy as Cain pushes him back towards the bed, his hands fumbling with removing his clothes again once he realizes they were out of Cain's dressing room. That must be a rather confusing sight to whoever was working the building, a locked room with no one inside but the lot of bouquets. He wonders if that was a normal occurrence.

Once the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, he doesn't break from the kiss until Cain does. Having discarded his shirt, jacket and tie along the way, his hands had found themselves on Cain hips.

I get the feeling that I'm going to have to give you the reins for the beginning of this.

His grin is something wicked as he shoves the other back so they're sitting on the bed before sinking to his knees between Jonathan's legs. He easily helps the other out of their pants and underwear before resting his arms on one of Jonathan's thighs so he can rest his head for a moment.

He runs his index finger along the length of Jonathan's dick as he looks at the other with a sly smile. "Only if that's what you really want. I think you should know that I do quite playing with my food though," he says before leaning close enough that the other could feel Cain's breath against skin. "I love to see what others look completely undone."

Seeing others lose control was a treat to the man, honestly. He loved having others at his mercy probably as much as he enjoyed being at the mercy of others. Cain was obsessed with having control and very seldom gave it up.

He leans down to run his tongue slowly across the shaft before looking up at the other. "I'll make sure you enjoy it though, don't worry."

Jonathan plops down on the bed's edge, hands fussing with his belt and pants even with Cain's help until they're off and Cain is settling in between his legs on his knees.

He was already hard after making out with the older man, so to have Cain's finger run up the length of his cock, it only made it throb.

It seems only appropriate, you having it seems like something you'd enjoy. Control and all that.

To say, Jonathan was more of a switch or even a rather submissive dom when he needed to be was fairly accurate. He was better at handing control over than he was a keeping it but every partner he's had was different in their tastes and he played according. Taking his partner's pleasure to be addressed first over his own. He grins as he feels a shiver run up his spine at the feeling of Cain's breath against his skin.

You really are terrible.

It hadn't been that long since he last masturbated, so he knows he can usually hold out but it had a been awhile since he was last with a partner and with the way Cain remarked that he played with his food and liked to watch his partners crumble, he's not quite sure how long he'd last underneath the other.

Even so, he knows to return it ten-fold when its his turn to pleasure his host.

The sight of Cain on his knees and the wet heat of his tongue against his shaft is one he's imagined about before. Shamefully so. Jonathan can feel his face flush, reaching out to run his thumb away from the corner of Cain's mouth.

I don't doubt your ability to.

Jonathan wasn't exactly wrong, but not quite right either. Cain didn't exactly enjoy having control so much that he was paranoid about giving it up. He had very little control over his life growing up that now he was unwilling to part with it. That he didn't quite trust people enough to willingly give it up.

"Oh? I could stop if I really am so terrible," Cain teases. As though he will actually stop, but this is also a man who certainly loves to rile someone up. "Just leave you to it and all." What a complete and utter brat.

Even as he says that he wraps his hand around Jonathan's dick so he can slowly stroke the other. Almost lazily as he goes back to resting his head against Jonathan's thigh. Oh, it certainly is bad to be at the mercy of a psychic. "Thinking about me have you? Been wanting this since you've laid eyes on me? Isn't that quite dirty of you?"

Abel is very much enjoying every moment of this right this moment.

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blows the dust of this one ksjhdfg

suddenly a horny tag

horny hours begin again

Horny hours never ended.