prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

"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.

He doesn't dare to reach out to tangle his fingers into the other's hair just yet because he knows he might micro-manage the other if he allowed himself that position. Instead, he enjoys the pace Cain sets even if it slowly drives him into desperation for more.

Nearly giving in to the urge to buck his hips had he not stopped himself by tightening his grips to sheets, face completely flushed.

Jonathan never thought he'd ever get the chance to see Cain remotely disheveled, thinking of it as a rather good look on the other. Knowing full well he was going to make a mess of him the longer the night went on.

He speeds up his pace, finally giving the other some mercy. Besides, he wanted to get farther along himself. Cain loved to play and he wanted to see how much fun they might have once they got to preparations.

Maybe he just likes to play a little dangerously, but he wants to see how the other will let loose on him.

He doesn't think he has to worry about Jonathan's refraction period at least. The guy bounced back pretty quickly after all.

Ah.

Jonathan crumbles so easily as Cain picked up the pace, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. The white hot feeling in the pit of his abdomen nearly reaching a tipping point before he reaches out and threads his fingers in the other's hair. The longer Cain stays at his current pace, or speeds up even more, the closer he gets until he grips the other's hair, probably a little tighter than he planned to.

Cain, I'm...

Its barely a warning before he comes in the other's mouth, his face completely flushed before he loosens his grip on Cain's hair. His heart racing a bit from the high of it.

Cain makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat. The sting was more pleasurable than painful. If anything, he'd like for it to be tighter, but he certainly won't complain.

He only pulls off the other once he's sure the other has emptied their load; a smirk after he swallows. A quick lick of his lips. He looks at the other with a pleased look.

"Thank you for the meal," he says with a grin.

The other made that look entirely too effortless and way too attractive.

Jonathan brings his hand to brush his thumb against Cain's bottom lip before he leans down and kisses the other deeply, enough to taste himself on the other's tongue.

That's not even the main course.

He gives a grin himself before he goes back in for more kisses, guiding the other to their feet and seamlessly making Cain switch spots with him as he pushes the other back against the bed. A hand on his chest to keep him there for a moment before he finally pulls away.

My turn to spoil you.

Jonathan was known to take his time, if Cain liked playing with his food, he certainly wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity to do the same as he lays a trail of kisses and love bites down the other's neck and chest. Cain might feel the slight scrape of fangs or the gentle bite of claws as Jonathan loses some semblance of control as he makes his way down the other's body.

Cain is happy to kiss the other; enjoying the warm wetness of Jonathan's mouth on his own and the tipsiness that comes with emotions of lust coursing through him.

A coy smile as he happily spreads himself out on the bed for the other. If they're going to talk about meals, he was going to happily present himself to the other as one. A low purr as he speaks. "I hope it isn't the main course. How will I feel it in the morning otherwise? A blowjob isn't the way I want you inside me." Absolutely shameless.

Cain certainly knows how to play. His moans and sighs to the way he arches his back are just a little more exaggerated than they need be. Just enough that he obviously wants to encourage the other. To rile them up by being unapologetically obscene.

When love became an act of defiance

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suddenly a horny tag

horny hours begin again

Horny hours never ended.