prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

"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.

For someone who enjoyed playing with their food as much as Cain seemed to, he doubts the other would stop. He hoped that he wouldn't and he can really only jest in return with a smirk.

I think that would be more of a loss for you than it will for me.

There's a hitch in his breath as Cain wraps his hand around his cock, for the other to go at such a teasingly slow speed felt like it would make him desperate after awhile. For now, he focuses on the sensation, the friction, the need for more. Though he tries not to give the other the satisfaction of seeing him crumble so soon.

Of course, Cain would hear that. He really should stop being so surprised by that but his face heats up even more to the point he can feel it in the tips of his ears. Jonathan brings a hand up to shield half of his face in embarrassment, turning his face for a moment as he leans back on one hand.

As if you haven't had the same lewd thoughts for someone else. Its hard not to think about you when you leave such a lasting impression.

Jonathan lets out a sigh before dropping his hand, tilting his head against the shoulder he was leaning back on.

I thought about it, yes. Though... I mostly thought of our roles in reverse most of the time but then I'd think about what it would be like like this and I'm not the least bit disappointed.

"I'm about to give you a blowjob and you think it's more of a loss for me? I can get some somewhere else if I really wanted to," he says with a smirk. The man was certainly attractive enough to find someone for a quick romp if he wanted to.

Not that he was actually going to make the suffer that way. Maybe.

Even if he's being terribly rude with how slowly he strokes the other at the moment.

Cain barks out a laugh at that. "Of course I have plenty of thoughts of that sort. I never said I didn't," he replies. "Like how I think about how it would be filled by you." His voice drops a little as he runs his tongue over the length of Jonathan's cock and lapping up any precum. "What it'll feel like to have you inside me."

Incase Jonathan wanted to know Cain's preferences, there it was.

He probably won't get to think much though as Cain wraps his mouth around the head and sucks on it.

Jonathan knows how easily Cain could lure another into a quick round, everyone seems to fall for the other regardless and would likely jump at the chance. Perhaps he worded that a bit wrong. If he did leave him high and dry, he would manage on his own but would prefer the other didn't.

I doubt you'd give up on such easy prey like me though.

He chimes with. He really was at the mercy of the musician.

Very few have ever talked dirty to him like this in the bedroom and when Cain says it, he just crumbles so easily. See, now that wasn't fair. Like the other knew every target of his to hit, to play him like an instrument he's already mastered. Cain was on a totally different level than he was, its almost embarrassing.

H-How long have you thought that?

Jonathan asks as his fingers dig into the sheets at the feeling of Cain's tongue. Now he knows Cain's preferences which certainly leads him on a course to follow.

He lets out a shuttering breath as he feels the wet heat of Cain's mouth wrapped around him. A soft moan leaving him in thought. It was proving to be quite difficult not to want to give a slow roll of his hips or to run his fingers through the other's hair just yet. Instead, he bites his lower lip, feeling the pinpoint of a fang digging into it as a sort of a reminder to try and stay under control.

He laughs at that. "Well, I don't know about that. Sometimes leaving you and making you more desperate is satisfying in itself. To watch you snap and take what you want," he replies with a little grin. Cain was a bit of a glutton for punishment perhaps. He couldn't help it, really. Playing others until they snap. It was much too fun for him sometimes.

Cain pauses, as though to think over the question. He wasn't actually, but purposely prolonging giving the other the pleasure they so desperately wanted. "Long enough." Really, what a silly question. They had only really met once before, so it wasn't like there were many times they had seen each other for him to consider it.

It also really doesn't matter, because now they're in Cain's bedroom.

"You really don't have to worry about me. You can say that I enjoy it rough. There's some enjoyment in feeling it in the morning, don't you think?" It's the last thing he says as he takes the other in his mouth and starts a slow rhythm, bobbing his head. Perhaps making a lot more noise than actually necessary.

You weren't kidding about playing with your food.

Jonathan can certainly say no one thus far has played with him as much a Cain has or would. To make him desperate enough to take what he wanted. That was almost a new concept for him, he usually played by the wants of others so to have this idea merely floating... it was exciting.

To have the other stop was a taste of that, he thinks. Though, he seems to accept the answer given without a response in return. Already feeling his self-restraint being tested.

Can't say I ever had the pleasure to...

He pauses, a hitch in his breath as he felt the wet heat of Cain's mouth again, fingers digging into the sheets before he tried to regain his composure to continue.

W-what... with the... whole... healing factor... and all.

Jonathan rarely was on the receiving end and even if it was with someone stronger and rougher than he was, he's not familiar with that soreness one feels the morning after. He would have to marathon something like that to feel a lasting effect and of course, none of his bed partners were going to last in something like that.

Seeing as Cain mentioned he enjoyed it on the rougher side, he has no problem in leaving a lasting impression in more ways than one. With his habit for losing control in the moment, the other was going to wake up a bit marked up and bruised than he's likely ever been before. Though, he wills he won't be too far gone to hurt him too badly.

The noise Cain makes doesn't really bother him since he's much too focused on the pleasure of it. The softest set of moans leaving him.

Cain doesn't respond this time, but maybe Jonathan will be glad for that. If Cain was talking, it meant his mouth wasn't preoccupied with Jonathan's dick. A slow and steady pace as he bobs his head; his tongue running on the underside of the shaft. He purposely doesn't go any faster than his current speed, but at least he isn't slowing down.

Which is to say, he can easily change his mind about that.

The thinner man pushes hair out of his face; tucking a bit of it behind his ear. The usual clean, slick, and styled hair was slightly disheveled. The usual neat man was very far from his usual appearance. All for Jonathan to enjoy.

When love became an act of defiance

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

blows the dust of this one ksjhdfg

suddenly a horny tag

horny hours begin again

Horny hours never ended.