prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

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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blows the dust of this one ksjhdfg

suddenly a horny tag

horny hours begin again

Horny hours never ended.