Kane Owen (sellingsouls) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-12-30 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian and Kane
When: late night, Saturday, June 23
Where: Mercy to start, Kane's apartment
Warning: NSFW
Status: complete, Part 2
This was where Kane lived; Adrian wasn't even sure what he'd been expecting but Castle View was not it. The question - and especially the statement that followed - made him quirk a little smile, part amusement but he also got it, Kane was watching his step. It ran directly against that self-destructive streak Adrian was feeling where he kind of wanted to be shoved against the nearest wall and defiled like he had no choice in the matter but he couldn't deny how hungry he was for this either and he did feel like Kane should watch himself. "I'm here, aren't I?" he muttered before he got out of the car, using the chance to adjust himself because damn it, he was already hard and it took all the willpower in the world not to do something about it right here in the parking lot. He waited for Kane to get out of the car, then let him lead the way. It was funny how he wondered if he'd dare turn his back on him considering all the times Adrian had spared him - and even helped him. The thought was still there, that edge of danger that was so alluring. Would Adrian turn his back on Kane? Probably, but with trepidation.
He wasn’t overly fond of putting his back to Adrian either, but you had to show trust to get trust, he supposed. Not that he thought they were going to turn into best friends or anything -- this was about something else, something that ran hotter. Kane led the way to his front door and pulled his keys out to unlock it, glancing over at Adrian. Most of his weapons stayed in his SUV, but he did have a few guns in the apartment. Luckily they were out of sight, but he wondered if Adrian would assume he had a stash. Kane wanted to distract him enough to not think about it. He opened the door and stepped inside his sparse living room, making room for Adrian to join him before he pushed the door shut and locked it. Kane turned and looked him over, that hunger back in his eyes. They were alone now, with privacy and flat surfaces and as much time as they wanted to take. It made him tingle with anticipation.
The location might have surprised Adrian but the apartment didn't, it looked just the way he'd expect someone like Kane to live and he would have been more thrown off balance if they'd walked into a cozy little family unit. That would have made him more wary, like there were layers there he couldn't trust. Kane was exactly how he presented himself, raw and dangerous, no fake smiles or serial killer pleasantness. It was weirdly comforting in the moment and seconds after walking in, Adrian could barely remember what he was worried about anyway. That look in Kane's eye, the temptation of that body standing in front of him, those goddamn lips. Adrian felt his breath catch and his cock swell, his stomach doing another one of those flips that felt kind of good-bad. He stepped closer to Kane, pulling off his jacket as he did so, then stopped just inches away from him as he let it drop, staring up at him almost defiantly. He wanted to kiss him, but he wanted Kane to kiss him even more.
That look in his eye was goddamn delicious, and Kane almost told him so, but the words got locked up in his throat. It didn’t seem like a moment for talking. He could see what Adrian wanted, and he sure as fuck wanted it too, but Kane still made them wait for another stretch of heartbeats. He wet his lips as he stared into those pretty brown eyes for a moment. When he let himself move, it was fast, one hand darting up to hook at the back of Adrian’s neck. Kane pulled him in roughly and crashed their mouths together, much like Adrian had done to him the other night. Kane’s heart squeezed in his chest as he tasted him for the second time, heat rushing through him. There was a wall very close on their left, and Kane turned them and crowded Adrian back against it, his lips hungry.
Those seconds stretched endless but that only made the tension all the sweeter and then before he knew it, Kane had struck. It was everything he'd wanted and he wasn't exactly surprised but his body still jolted a bit at the impact and then there was a solid wall against his back, Kane's hard body pressing him into it and it blissfully turned all his thoughts off as he kissed Kane hungrily, grabbing a fistful of his jacket at his side to keep him close. The urge to dig his fingers into where he knew the fresh wounds were lined up on his back was strangely tempting but he held back for now, focused on Kane's lips and the throbbing of his own erection. He didn't know how far to take this, if he could even set a limit at any point, his body had its own agenda and he felt as powerless against it as he did the monster within him, it wanted and he had to let it take. This was easier to give into, nobody had to die, there was nobody in here to see them or judge, he could set himself free for a little bit.
Adrian’s body felt just as good as it had on the lawn -- better, even. Now Kane knew he wanted this, it wasn’t just a drunken mistake. The mistake part was still possible, of course, but at least they were both going into it with their eyes open. Just like before, he could feel the bulge in the front of Adrian’s jeans, and it made his own cock twitch needily. Kane’s free hand slid down and around to grip Adrian’s ass, pulling him in tight for a moment. Then he let go and pulled his body back enough to reach between them without breaking the kiss, fingers fumbling to pull the zipper on his jacket down. He shrugged it off, shirtless underneath, and pressed into Adrian again. Kane kissed him deep, a low groan in his throat as his hands moved to find the bottom of Adrian’s shirt to pull it up. He didn’t want to stay in the living room for long, but he was dying to touch some bare skin.
Adrian had a very brief moment of old panic before remembering that Kane didn't give a shit about his scars or weird tattoos and this was the least of his worries when hooking up with the man. It didn't even take properly because he was too focused on the fact that Kane was shirtless, hot skin against his fingertips, scars of his own to explore. The intensity of it all was making him feel like a damn virgin; he'd had sex before but it had been playful and fun, nothing like a little death with all those horribly mixed and delicious feelings involved. He pulled back to help with his shirt, remembering the last time Kane had seen his tattoos, had held a cigarette so close to his skin he could feel the heat. It shouldn't turn him on, but it did and for the time being he didn't care what that made him. He reached down for Kane's jeans when his shirt was gone, tugging on the top button until it came loose, his breathing shallow and fast as he found Kane's lips again, kissing him just as hungrily while working his hand down to feel that cock he'd been dreaming about.
Kane’s breath caught and he nipped at Adrian’s bottom lip as that exploring hand found him, squeezing through his boxer briefs. His own hands smoothed over Adrian’s shoulders, down his arms, then back up to his chest. Kane pushed against the muscle there, pinning Adrian tighter to the wall for a brief moment. There was so much tension in his body, he was craving the push and pull of strength against his, maybe some pain flowing in either direction. Both, even. With a grunt, Kane broke the kiss and pulled away, tugging Adrian’s hand out of his jeans. He kept hold of his wrist though, turning to pull him through the living room and down the short hallway. His bed was just a box spring and mattress on the floor with some rumpled sheets, but he had lube in there and they could get horizontal somewhere other than the floor or his shitty futon.
Adrian was frustrated for all of two seconds before he realized why Kane had stopped him. He followed along as if in a daze, his stomach rioting like parts of his body were fighting other parts, none in agreement in what he wanted to do. Apprehensive and horny, a little scared if he was honest, craving things that weren't good for him. He'd had nightmares about the time Kane attacked him, about that killing just going on and on. He shouldn't want to be here, he should want Kane dead. Should have, shouldn't have, should - it didn't matter, once he was in Kane's painfully empty bedroom he kicked off his shoes and started stripping off his jeans and socks because this was what he wanted, no matter how fucking insane it was. His briefs felt too tight, his whole body felt too tight and he just wanted to dig his fingers into Kane's muscles, tear him apart, kiss him until their lips felt raw.
He didn’t bother turning any lights on in the bedroom -- there was some light coming in from the hallway and a faint glow filtering through the blinds from the streetlamp outside. It was enough. All of the ‘should’s had left Kane’s consciousness too, leaving behind only what he desired, and what Adrian was willing to give. Kane kept his eyes on Adrian as he took more clothes off, his hands automatically moving to do the same, impatience making him fumble a little with his boot laces. He hadn’t realized how bloody the back of his jeans were until he took them off. The anesthetic Adrian had shot into him was wearing off, and the stinging pain from the gashes in his back was returning, but Kane couldn’t care much. If anything the pain sharpened his senses, enhanced the desperation he was feeling. He was utterly focused on getting his hands on all that pretty bare skin again, and as soon as they were both down to their underwear, Kane pulled Adrian close, dipping down to claim his mouth again.
It was everything Adrian would have once said he wasn't into, he'd had higher standards in the past, that was for sure. Kane wasn't exactly clean, he smelled of sweat and blood and something else Adrian couldn't even name, but there was something deeply primal about it that Adrian was apparently into now. He couldn't get enough of tracing those scars, of pressing his fingers into hard muscles and it was pretty obvious Kane could use a massage - or a vacation; there was so much tension in his body that had nothing to do with the sexual chemistry going on but that too was just hot. Adrian didn't really understand it, he'd never been into the ultra macho kind of guys, muscle and sweat and rough hands had been a 'meh' on his list of possible turn-ons but he was eating it all up now, eagerly kissing Kane back and touching him wherever he dared, still a bit mindful of his injuries though it was starting to get harder to remember where he couldn't put his hands. He could feel Kane's cock against his own in so much more detail than when they'd first kissed, the fabric of their underwear not doing much to conceal their erections. It was bigger than he was used to and he wondered if he could even take it - if they went that far. Going that far was probably a terrible idea but terrible ideas seemed to be Adrian's sweet spot when it came to Kane. He couldn't help but grind against him, his hands skimming down to Kane's ass to squeeze it through the fabric, unsurprised to find more firm muscle there.
When he felt Adrian’s hands on his ass, Kane realized with a little jolt that he had no idea if the other man was a top or a bottom or anything like that, if they would even be compatible for this. The chemistry was certainly there, he could feel it buzzing between them like its own special sort of energy, but that didn’t always work out to everybody getting what they wanted. Would he let Adrian Moretti fuck him if it came to that? Part of Kane hesitated, but the lust burning inside of him like a bonfire said yes -- yes to anything, as long as Adrian kept touching him like this. Being groped by anyone could make him feel hot, but somehow Adrian’s hands felt different, felt like more. Adrian hated him and still wanted to touch and caress and explore him, what could be sexier than that? Kane rocked his hips to grind with him, loving the muted friction of Adrian’s cock rubbing against his own. He realized they were making out like a couple of horned-up teenagers, but he couldn’t judge himself for it, because it felt so fucking good and exciting. Once his palms had run over every bit of Adrian’s torso, Kane slipped his hands between them to yank the front of Adrian’s briefs down. He gave another low groan as he wrapped his fingers around Adrian’s cock and gave it an exploratory stroke, all that velvety hardness tantalizing against his palm.
Adrian had never gotten to make out as a teenager so in a way this groping and fumbling about was something he'd missed out on and was more than happy to do, just as long as it meant more kissing, more touching and eventually some relief. Then Kane's hand found his cock and he felt like he was crashing into something, intense emotions rising within him. It had been so fucking long since anyone touched him this intimately and having somebody else's hand on him was so much better than his own that he couldn't help the quiet groan that escaped his throat. More, that was all he wanted and he was so close to begging for it. More friction, more anything - even if he didn't have a clue what that entailed. He didn't know what Kane was into, he barely knew what he himself was into, all he knew was that they were off to a really good start and he needed this like air right now. There were thoughts swirling somewhere deep underneath it all, that he was debasing himself by letting Kane 'do this to him' after everything he'd already done, but it was hard to give a fuck when he was doing this for entirely selfish reasons, feeding something he'd starved for way too long.
That groan seemed to shiver right down Kane’s spine. He definitely wanted to drag more of that out of Adrian, and he tightened his grip as his teeth grazed Adrian’s full bottom lip again. Kane got the sense that they were both so worked up they could just jerk each other off in a couple of minutes, standing right there, but he wanted more than that. There was a big chance this might not ever happen again, and Kane wanted to make the most of it -- though the idea that Adrian might walk out and never speak to Kane again put an unhappy pressure in his chest that he didn’t know what to do with. Kane knew he shouldn’t want anything else, he should just let this all go and let the man live his damn life ... why did that feel so fucking impossible? He couldn’t think about it in the moment, he could just feel something hot and possessive expanding inside of him as he stroked Adrian’s cock. Snippets of memories flashed through Kane’s head -- straddling Adrian’s body with his throat between his hands, hauling him up with chains and handcuffs, tasting the blood on his face -- all mixing up with the whirlwind of lust he was caught up in. Kane didn’t really want to hurt him anymore, he just wanted to own him. His lungs were burning with the need for air, and he broke the kiss off to drag in some oxygen, his lips and teeth moving down to the side of Adrian’s neck. Kane put his hands on Adrian’s hips and turned them to back him up toward the bed. “I wanna taste you,” he breathed near Adrian’s ear. “Down.”
Annoyance mixed with arousal at that order, down, and it made Adrian want to defy Kane, What am I, a fucking dog? was on the tip of his tongue but Kane's lips on his neck stopped him; Kane wanted to taste him and the thought of his cock in that mouth was making his brain short circuit so snarky comments didn't come easy. "I'm not sucking your cock," he mumbled as he actually obeyed (was it even obeying if he wanted to do it?), moving away from Kane to sit down and shuffle back on the mattress. "Just so you know." Maybe he shouldn't have told him that until after, he didn't owe this guy any courtesy, he could just let him suck him off and leave - but Adrian knew that also wasn't happening. He might very well let him fuck him or ride his cock but he wasn't getting on his knees for him, that was for damn sure.
Kane wasn’t convinced that was true yet, they’d just gotten started, but it didn’t change what he wanted to do anyway. He dropped down to one knee on the mattress, leaning over Adrian first to kiss him again. Even if he did get left high and dry, he wasn’t going to regret any of this. Kane pulled away from Adrian’s lips to kiss his way down his body, pausing long enough to lick and nip at one nipple, his hands stroking down Adrian’s sides as he moved. Kane’s knees slipped off the edge of the mattress and he knelt there. Kane impatiently stripped the briefs off and tossed them behind him, drinking in the sight of him, fully bare at last. Adrian was a little too far away, so he grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him in closer. Glancing up at him, Kane leaned in and stroked his tongue against Adrian’s balls first, exploring them thoroughly. He didn’t give a shit about debasement, he at least owed Adrian the best blowjob of his life.
Adrian wanted to watch, hell he wanted to see it from all fucking angles because it was hot as hell and he wasn't sure he'd ever get to experience this again - not with Kane, maybe not with anyone. He didn't keep watching though, as soon as he felt Kane's hot breath against his cock he closed his eyes and let his head fall back because even that just felt like a lot. He was overstimulated, hyper-aroused and painfully needy and then Kane's tongue was there and even the fleeting thought of 'you better not bite, motherfucker' felt distant and non-threatening. There were so many things that Kane made him not give a shit about that he should care about deeply, it was probably unhealthy but it also just felt mind numbingly good. He ran his fingers through Kane's short hair, wishing it was long enough to really dig into and pull on but it felt good just to touch and he rubbed at Kane's head, all but holding his breath as he waited for him to really get going.
Neither of them were fresh out of a shower, and a primal part of Kane reveled in it. It had been a while since he’d been with a man, and now there was no mistaking he was with a man. He squeezed Adrian’s hips before he let go with one hand to hook his fingers around the base of his cock instead. Kane pulled it closer and licked from Adrian’s balls up to his tip, a low moan in his throat. He gave another couple of long licks, encouraged by Adrian’s hand on his head. Kane wanted him to enjoy it, to want more of it, to want him. That was probably fucked up and pathetic in some really complicated ways, but that was how he felt. Still trapped in his boxer briefs, Kane pushed his own aching erection against the side of his mattress, his body craving some kind of pressure. He sucked the head of Adrian’s cock between his lips and stroked it with his tongue, his eyes ticking upward again.
Adrian's headspace was strange, he momentarily became uncomfortably aware of how he was naked on what was probably a filthy mattress letting the guy who'd killed him take the most sensitive part of him between his teeth. It was a thought that kept washing over him in a way that should have been sobering but it had the opposite effect and just made him sink deeper into whatever debauchery had a hold on him. He didn't even want to fight it, Kane's mouth felt too damn good, far better than his own hand when he'd fantasized about this and as much as he hated it, the way he'd said 'down' still echoed in his head, Kane's gruff voice and that fucking command making him feel melty inside. His cock twitched in Kane's mouth and he couldn't help but push his hips up, his muscles working independently of his mind. This was like a warped mirror of his first time with a guy, he thought. That had started out with a blowjob followed by full blown sex and Adrian should have felt mortified that his mind was already there. He'd let Kane fuck him and it'd probably hurt but he didn't care.
Adrian wasn’t the only one thinking about fucking, Kane was already dying to feel that tight grip around his cock and Adrian’s body pushing against his. He knew it might not happen, Adrian might just blow in his mouth and be done with the whole thing, but his imagination still spurred him on. Kane slid his mouth further down around Adrian’s cock, sucking harder as he sank deeper into that erotic space of giving pleasure. He felt zero temptation to bite, he just wanted to make Adrian lose control in the best sort of way. Maybe it was part apology, he didn’t know anymore, but god he wanted to follow through and fuck the other man senseless. Kane started slowly bobbing his head, relishing every curve and ridge of Adrian’s cock as he took it deep enough to touch the back of his throat, over and over. He paced himself so it wouldn’t be over too quickly, but fuck, he wanted it to feel good.
In some post-orgasm clarity, Adrian had often tried to tell himself that Kane probably sucked in bed, that if anything actually happened between them he'd be disappointed and not the least bit satisfied. It had been a weak attempt at getting over this madness Kane inspired in him and it hadn't worked. It also was so far from the truth because either Kane was really good at this or Adrian was just that desperate that anything could feel good - and this felt good, better than good, he could feel his pulse in his dick, his usually annoying thoughts just static now as he let himself sink into the pleasure, quiet moans slipping from his lips. Better yet, Kane seemed to know when to hold back, slowing down when Adrian felt like he was getting dangerously close to the edge. If this was a repetition of his first time, he'd have wanted to come, he'd still enjoy getting fucked after, but with the size of Kane's cock he knew he needed to be high on arousal to get those first painful moments behind him. He barely believed he was even considering it, a part of him did not want to do that at all, but like his reason and self preservation, that part of him was very quiet. He let Kane guide him through the rhythms of his pleasure, getting closer and closer to the edge like a wave on the beach and the longer Kane toyed with him, the less he cared if fucking would hurt. This might be his last chance. "You gonna fuck me?" he found himself murmuring breathlessly, raising his head to look down at Kane again and fuck, he almost regretted asking as he was hit by another one of those waves of clarity but it turned to more lust as fast as it had arrived, making his stomach coil pleasantly.
It was almost like a game in his mind, a very porny game where he saw how close to the edge he could get Adrian before he felt like he had to pull back. Those sounds of his were just too damn addictive, mixed with the tremors in his thighs and core, that way his breathing got so ragged when he was really feeling good. Kane wanted to memorize all of it, keep it fresh in his mind so he could jerk off to all of this later. He was idly wondering if Adrian would start to beg to come at any point when the question came, and Kane paused mid-suck for a second. The low words were simple, but they made his insides flutter madly and his cock throbbed against the mattress. Kane took Adrian’s cock deep for one more stroke, then pulled his mouth off to look up as he licked his flushed lips. “That what you want?” he murmured back, already reaching down to push his boxer briefs off. Adrian had said he wouldn’t suck his cock, but fucking him would be even better. Kane stood up to shed his underwear all the way, one hand reaching down to absently toy with his bobbing erection as he shuffled to the cheap plastic nightstand next to the bed. He pulled the top drawer open and plucked out the lube bottle, eager gaze moving to Adrian again.
He looked positively sinful with those glistening lips and the way he moved never failed to impress Adrian who was just glad he was already getting the lube so he didn't have to ask about it or wait until he found some. It did make him wonder just how many people he got to fuck in here or if this was just for his own pleasure but it didn't matter; he was Adrian's tonight just like he'd dreamed about to the point of obsession. "C'mere," he grunted and sat up, using the time to catch his breath and consider just how he wanted this to go down. He wanted to face Kane, to see what he looked like when he came, to kiss him and touch him but at the same time he didn't want him to see if it got too painful, he really didn't want to give him that satisfaction and that just spoke volumes about how messed up this encounter was. He shifted his position and got up to his knees, unable to resist reaching down to lightly stroke his aching cock. "Go slow to start with, it's been a while." That was an understatement and the only guy he'd ever been with had been nicely average, just right so Adrian couldn't even imagine what Kane might feel like.
Kane could do that, and a faint half smile crossed his lips as he climbed onto the bed again and shuffled in close. Kneeling at Adrian’s side, Kane cupped the side of his jaw and turned his face to kiss him one more time, wanting the taste of Adrian in his mouth when they started fucking. “Been a while for me too,” he murmured as their lips parted. He had the easier part of the equation, of course, but Kane was going to need to pace himself anyway. Fucking a man was always intense, and he’d wanted Adrian so fucking badly for so long. It was hard to believe it was actually going to happen. Kane pulled back and moved more behind Adrian, pouring some lube onto his fingers before he nudged the other man’s back to urge him to bend over. In spite of how his eager cock was aching, he knew he had to have a little patience, so he started with his fingers, rubbing the slickness against Adrian’s ass for a moment before he pushed one inside.
Adrian could taste his own precum on Kane's tongue and it made his cock twitch, everything was so sensitive at the moment, so reactive to any stimulus. At least this part he was used to, he'd used his fingers plenty himself the last time he fantasized about Kane shoving him against the shower wall and having his way with him. The fact it was really Kane this time made it feel ten times better and on some level Adrian thought maybe he should have just told him to use his fingers while he sucked him off. It wouldn't have been fair that Kane got nothing in return but he didn't deserve anything, so fuck him. Only Adrian wanted this and he didn't care about that feeling he had that he was debasing himself by letting Kane do this to him, he wanted this, it was purely selfish and the lines were so blurred on who was using who. He let out a shaky breath as Kane's finger started working him open and for a second he thought he could come right then if he just reached down and gave himself a few strokes. It was tempting too, but he didn't want this to be over so soon. You're gonna regret this a little voice in his head said. It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker. Kane's finger felt good though, oh so fucking good and Adrian let his head slump down onto his arms, his back curved and his ass up in the air for Kane.
He made a beautiful sight in that position, and Kane’s free hand stroked over Adrian’s skin, around his hip and down his thigh, squeezing muscle here and there. Kane just couldn’t seem to stop touching him while he had him right there, in the flesh ... in a different context than he’d had him before, at least. That night in the cabin, would he have bothered to do this warmup? Or would he have just spit in his hand and had at it? Kane tried not to think about it and focused more on coaxing Adrian’s body into relaxing around his thick finger. There wasn’t a lot of resistance, so Kane added another digit after a moment, leaning in to kiss and nibble at one pert round cheek while he fingered him. His ass was tight and so hot, Kane felt squirmy inside with anticipation. Knowing they were both feeling impatient, Kane tried not to waste time. His cock was going to feel best anyway -- it was smooth where his fingers were rough and calloused -- and after another few minutes, he thought Adrian felt ready. He would tell him if not, Kane was sure. He eased his fingers free and got more lube on his cock as he moved into position behind Adrian, gazing down hungrily at that pretty expanse of back. Already breathing heavier, Kane lined their bodies up and pushed his hips forward slowly, starting to ease his way into all that heat.
Adrian was right, it did hurt, mostly because he wasn't used to that stretch. He didn't want Kane to know it hurt, like it might give him some twisted satisfaction or be a testament to his size. That was probably dumb, but everything about being here was so what was one more thing. He drew in a shaky breath and tried to relax but he couldn't help but think just how much more this would have hurt if Kane had done it at the cabin. Would he have? There had been that hunger, undeniable and dangerous and Adrian didn't really want to think about what it said about him that he was here now willingly letting him do this. He gasped as his body protested with a sharp pain, pushing himself up on his hands and digging his fingers into the mattress, just a minute more, he knew this would get better, he just had to get past that first moment of discomfort. At least Kane was going slow and he was using plenty of lube. He probably wouldn't even have had lube on him at the cabin. Adrian half regretted not waiting to see just how bad it could get before he took charge - he had no idea what Kane was capable of, especially under some fucked up Point Pleasant influence - but at the same time he was glad he didn't know; ignorance was bliss. He bit his lip on cursing, but a moan forced its way out of him anyway, low and guttural. He spread his legs more, willed himself to relax and take it, waiting for that riot inside of him to die down.
Kane’s ego was always in the room, but it was pushed to the back at the moment -- he didn’t attribute any of Adrian’s discomfort to the size of his cock. It was probably a factor, but he’d been fucked himself enough times to know that even average-dicked guys could hurt if the circumstances were wrong. On the flip side, he’d surprised himself before with how much he could take. He just had to stay patient and go slow, and the self-aware part of him was dimly grateful this was happening for the first time now and not when slow and patient had been impossible for him. This was better. That squeeze around his cock was already making his balls throb, but Kane paid more attention to Adrian’s body than his, pausing now and then to let him adjust, working his hips in tiny strokes to loosen everything up. He added more lube, then swiped his hand against the sheet before he gripped Adrian’s hips again. Kane let out a deep moan of his own as his body finally pushed flush against Adrian’s, his cock fully seated. It was hard to hold back that instinct to start pumping hard, to just fuck without regard until he exploded, but Kane managed to hold still. “Fuck,” he whispered on a heavy breath. Kane bent over Adrian to kiss his back, one hand bracing against the mattress while the other moved to wrap around Adrian’s cock. He didn’t stroke him, not yet, but Kane held on and rubbed slowly with his thumb. Pleasure helped the pain go away.
The kisses sent a shiver down Adrian's spine and the light grip on his cock helped him get over those first waves of pain until they started fading into discomfort and then pleasure. He felt like everything was throbbing down there, slowly making space and adjusting to Kane's girth and fuck he'd never had anything or anyone this deep before. Now that he no longer felt like hiding his discomfort from Kane, he realized this wasn't the position he wanted to be in at all. He raised himself up a bit, leaning heavily back against Kane to get some semblance of control as he reached back to grip the back of his head tightly. "This what you wanted to do at the cabin?" he whispered and it shouldn't be so hot, his memories of that night were getting all twisted up with his fantasies and with how calm he'd been once the monster within him took over, it was so easy to dismiss the pain and fear he'd been in minutes before. He hadn't wanted this then, not at all, but now he did and he wanted to have wanted it then too, almost regretted not just taking what he'd wanted before he tranq'ed Kane.
Kane moved with him, straightening up and slipping his arm across Adrian’s chest to hold him close. The change in angle felt incredibly good around his cock, and his hips gave a restless little twitch. He loved the way Adrian held onto him -- nobody in his life touched his head much, and Kane had always liked it. The soft question sent a wave of mixed feelings through him, arousal jumbled up with shame and a feeling of being seen that wasn’t exactly comfortable. He had wanted this at the cabin, enough that he’d been close to assaulting Adrian in ways that would’ve made this moment impossible. Sure, he’d been under the influence of some other fuckery too, but it had only amplified the desires he already had. Kane gave a low grunt next to Adrian’s ear, his fingers digging in against the muscle of his chest. “Wanted this for months,” he murmured hoarsely. He took the curve of his ear between his teeth and pulled lightly as Kane pulled his hips back for a more solid, smooth thrust. This was close to the position they would’ve taken in the cabin too, with Adrian chained up and Kane behind him, and it was fucked up that it turned him on even more.
Adrian was pretty sure everyone longed to be desired but the fact Kane had wanted him for that long in a way that was probably stalkery as hell shouldn't be such a turn-on. It was just one more thing in a long line of things that Adrian shouldn't be feeling and he grinned faintly at the answer, his insides clenching pleasantly. He could all too easily imagine this happening at the cabin too and in the heat of the moment he liked to think he would have enjoyed it even if he knew he wouldn't have. It was that hunger he saw in Kane's expression that had sparked his own desire and hearing him admit to it just fueled that flame even more. Of course almost anything could have been sexy in the moment with Kane's cock rubbing against his prostate, building up that tense pleasure in his core. His teeth on Adrian's ear just added to it and it felt like Kane was touching him in every way he liked. So much for him sucking in bed; not that Adrian had expected him to. On some level he knew he'd be a fantastic fuck. He moaned quietly as another rush of pleasure went through him and he rolled his hips for more friction from both Kane's hand and his cock, whatever smartass reply he'd been ready with dying on his lips.
He saw a tiny bit of that grin from his angle, and it made Kane’s stomach flutter. Whatever this thing between them was, it wasn’t simple, and it made him feel accomplished to see any positive reaction out of Adrian. Maybe it would have been smarter to act more coy about it, to not admit that Adrian had been on his mind so much or that he wanted him so bad he could taste it sometimes ... but Kane couldn’t give a shit in the moment. He was getting his taste now, and there was some delicious power play in the air, and if him being pathetic got Adrian off harder, then he had no regrets. The way Adrian moved his hips sent a wave of fresh pleasure through his core, and Kane’s breath caught a little. He tightened his grip around Adrian’s cock, his hand still slick with lube, and nuzzled the spot behind his ear. “I jerk off to you all the fuckin’ time,” he whispered, pushing in against Adrian’s ass as he moved with him. His body was feeling more and more warmed up, just as Kane knew it would, and it was getting harder to hold back on that restless tension in his muscles.
An image settled in Adrian's mind where Kane was mirroring his own actions, leaned against a shower wall as he stroked his cock. It almost made him want to admit to the same but for now he preferred this to be one sided. His feelings about Kane were complicated at best and he still wanted to make him suffer. Riding his dick was hardly causing him much suffering but Adrian could do without feeding his ego while he was at it. "Yeah?" he murmured instead, moving his free hand up to clutch at Kane's arm, his other still holding onto his head and he wanted to memorize all of this because he knew he'd be jerking off to it later. "Is this how you wanted it?" he asked breathlessly and it was starting to be tempting to pull away so he could turn around, force Kane to look at him while he admitted all sorts of things, find out what he looked like in the throes of an orgasm. "Or did you want something else?" It wasn't a curious question, more a challenge than curiosity and not only was he warming up to Kane's cock, he was starting to really like the way it rubbed and stretched him, pressing against a part of him that had never been touched before.
Kane had imagined fucking Adrian a hundred different ways already ... this had obviously been one of them, but it wasn’t his favorite. How could it be when Adrian’s lush mouth was so far away? When he couldn’t stare into those deep brown eyes and feel more than he’d felt in years? Plenty of what he felt when it came to Adrian was Bad, but it was still intense and that added a lot of color to his otherwise isolated, gray life. Sometimes Kane felt so disconnected he forgot that he was human, but every encounter with the man in front of him had felt like being dunked in emotional ice water. Part of Kane craved it now. Before he answered, he pushed in deep with a low groan, his hands gripping Adrian tighter for a moment. “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you,” he breathed. Most people wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at him, but Kane loved kissing his lovers, and he already felt addicted to Adrian’s mouth. He loosened his arm from around the other man and pulled his head back a bit, giving room if Adrian was game to switch positions.
God damn him, every time Adrian felt like he had managed to smother his more complicated feelings of desire down under some facade of smug derision, Kane said or did something that felt like a punch to the gut. Kissing was fucking intimate and he loved kissing Kane which went against every sane feeling he had about the man. He grunted softly in agreement, momentarily shaken by the intensity of those words paired with the way Kane held him. It always fucked him up how strong he was, with his monster on a leash, Adrian was no match for him in a fight and it was terrifying and deeply sexy at the same time. He pulled away just long enough to turn around and straddle Kane's lap again, reaching back to guide his cock back inside, his hips already aching to move. "Then kiss me," he murmured as he draped his arms over Kane's shoulders, letting him sink in deep again with a throaty moan.
Kane settled back on his haunches as Adrian got into place again, his hands landing on his hips. It was good to see his face again, Kane could see the slackness of pleasure there and the heat in his eyes. Fuck, he was gorgeous, so much that it seemed to catch Kane a little by surprise every time. He couldn’t help but groan as that tight heat enveloped him again, and Kane slid his hands around to grip Adrian’s ass. Holding him still for a minute, he closed the gap between them and kissed him hungrily, tongue delving in deep. His cock flexed inside of Adrian and he pulled him in even tighter, his body restless and tense with the need to thrust. He slid one hand further to let his fingers brush over where they were connected just to feel it, his hips rocking up a bit to push in as deep as he could get.
It was hard to maintain any sort of a mask when he could feel himself melting into both the kiss and the fucking and Adrian stopped trying, letting himself enjoy it while it was happening for real. He could beat himself up about it later but right now he didn't care if this was a wildly stupid move and that some would see this as a fucked up surrender - self debasement even - he was using Kane just as much as Kane was using him and in some ways he did have the upper hand. It didn't matter if he did, he didn't care if he did, Kane's tongue in his mouth and those gorgeously sculpted lips toying with his made him feel blissfully mindless and it was so much better than getting fucked from behind. This way he could touch all he wanted, his cock flush against Kane's stomach, his whole body restless and squirming with need.
It was a good position, their height difference put Adrian in the perfect spot to ride him and be kissed, and Kane loved feeling the weight pushing down on his thighs. He wasn’t thinking about who had the upper hand here, who was debasing who, or if his pride should be factored in at all -- he’d been obsessed and fixated and lusting after Adrian Moretti for so long now, Kane was just amazed to really be there, buried inside of him with their mouths locked together. He didn’t feel dominant or triumphant at the moment, just so fucking needy and raw. Kane spread his knees a bit more against the bed and rocked up into Adrian, only able to manage short thrusts from the bottom but even that bit of movement felt so fucking good. He grunt-moaned into Adrian’s mouth, arms wrapping around his ribs and back, like Kane couldn’t get him close enough.
In Adrian's fantasies Kane had been in charge, fucking him into the mattress or up against a wall or anywhere, really, just overpowering him and fucking him until Adrian saw stars. He still might, but it felt good to start like this, those short, rhythmic thrusts had him dazed with pleasure already. He could ramp this up, he was in charge for now, but he really enjoyed the current pace and the way Kane was near crushing him against his chest. He was sure that if they just did this he would still come, even without his cock getting any more friction, Kane's cock just felt so damn good pushing him open and pressing in against something that almost hurt. He was breathless by now, panting softly between kisses, all nerve endings and no thoughts in the most blissful way ever.
To Kane, it felt like some artifice had fallen away, some wall between them had crumbled, however temporarily. He always felt the closest to people when he was fucking them, more able to connect over mutual pleasure and carnal instinct than anything else. That was probably all fucked up, but Kane had never claimed to be anything but. He knew he was broken as a human, he was just glad that he could still feel this, even if these moments just made up brief flashes in his life. He was going to cherish this one. Kane kept fucking up into Adrian, clinging to him like he might get away, one set of fingers coming up to hook over the back of his shoulder. Kane’s own back was stinging like a motherfucker now, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding into the bandage again, but he couldn’t care. The pain only put a sharper edge on the pleasure, and he could already feel his balls getting tight. Breaking the kiss briefly for air, Kane slipped his free hand between them to wrap it around Adrian’s cock again, eager to feel how hard and hot it was.
Adrian pressed their foreheads together, moaning at that new sensation. It all felt so good and he was slowly getting ready for more so he braced himself and worked the muscles in his thighs to make those short strokes longer. This was what he'd wanted at the cabin; to pull Kane's cock out and ride it in some twisted powerplay. As glad as he was that nothing like that had happened that night, there was a part of him that regretted it but it didn't matter anymore; he was finally there, grinding down against Kane, taking that fat cock inside himself, feeling every ridge of it rub into him. His moans felt like they were punched out of him and he wasn't really thinking about anything anymore except their bodies and the sensations he was feeling. As he teetered on that edge he ran his fingers down Kane's back, pressing in against the bandages. He wasn't even sure why he did it, whether he wanted to hurt Kane or spur him into hurting him back, it was like his hands had a mind of their own and he opened his eyes as he felt Kane wince against him.
Just as his pleasure was amping up with the longer thrusts, Adrian’s fingers sent a bright flash of pain through his whole body. Kane grimaced and hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his spine gave a shudder. At the same time, it made his cock throb something fierce, and Kane felt an even stronger, more mindless lust rush forward. He growled low in his throat and grabbed Adrian’s hips, pulling him in tight as he pushed up and forward with his thighs. He more slammed Adrian back onto the mattress than laid him down, keeping their bodies close as he pressed another fierce, bitey kiss to his lips. Now with more leverage, Kane started fucking him quicker and harder -- Adrian obviously wanted it a little rougher, and Kane was happy to oblige him. His wounds stung, but they also felt hot and throbby like the rest of him. He pumped his hips with abandon, getting deep with every thrust, part of him wanting to hurt Adrian back, if that’s how he wanted to play.
Adrian hadn't even been sure that was what he wanted but as soon as he was slammed against the mattress, he knew. He didn't even like this guy, it felt wrong somehow for the sex to be so gentle and this was weirdly refreshing and more like something he deserved. There was no keeping quiet through this and he didn't really care to try, groaning and moaning loudly with every pounding thrust. He'd been so close and there was only a momentary stall in that feeling when it started hurting again but then it came back with a vengeance, shaking him to the core. He'd never come like this before, it was far more intense than he could have imagined orgasms could be, all those jumbled up feelings and sensations sending him in a spiral of pain-pleasure and he dug his fingers into Kane's shoulders, his moans becoming rawer and louder as he wrapped his legs around his hips and jerked violently underneath him.
It felt so goddamn good to cut his own leash and just fuck Adrian however his body wanted to. It had already been feeling incredible, of course, but pain always escalated everything in Kane’s gut, and the way Adrian sounded like he loved every second only encouraged him. Those noises he made were going to echo in every fantasy Kane had for the rest of his life, he had a feeling. He could feel Adrian start to peak, and didn’t stop for it, fucking him hard and fast as a sheen of sweat broke out over his back. The strength of Adrian’s thighs around him slowed him down a bit, and he pushed himself up to watch that ecstasy play out on his face, a muttered “yeah, fuck yeah” coming out of him. The way Adrian’s body clenched and throbbed around his cock was almost painful in the best kind of way, but it pulled him back a bit from his own edge and let him ride Adrian’s orgasm out with him.
Adrian felt wrecked in the best way possible, shaking as the strong orgasm finally died down, his body beginning to feel limp and tired. He almost expected the post-nut clarity to come crashing in but Kane still felt so good inside of him and he knew damn well he was capable of coming again - he just wasn't so sure he could take another hard pounding when every bit of him felt this sensitive. Kane's words echoed in his mind and fuck his voice was too damn hot for Adrian's good, everything about Kane got under his skin and he kind of hated him for it which was pretty wild when he still had his cock inside of him. Had Kane come too? Adrian honestly wasn't sure, he was slick with lube and had completely lost all sense of his surroundings during his climax and his own body was still throbbing with the aftershocks in a way where it was hard to tell where he ended and Kane began. He clutched at Kane's head, pressing their foreheads together again while he tried to catch his breath, a trickle of sweat dripping down his forehead and he wasn't sure if it was his sweat or Kane's and at this point it didn't matter.
It was the way Adrian held onto him that really made Kane’s chest feel like it was ready to explode. His cock was almost there too, throbbing insistently inside of Adrian’s hot body, but fuck, there was so much more going on inside of him too. It was thrilling to know that he’d made Adrian come so hard without anything touching his cock, and Kane knew it would still be stiff and sensitive if he reached for it now. It made him want to do it, to jerk Adrian off until he had to come again, make him squirm and cry out and beg for mercy from all the pleasure. Kane was breathing hard too, his eyes cracked open to look at the dark curves of Adrian’s eyelashes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Kane whispered without thinking about it, still slowly rocking his hips to keep up a bit of friction for himself without overwhelming Adrian. He was a little amazed that he hadn’t come yet, but being so fixated on a partner instead of himself was apparently pretty damn effective. “You okay to keep going?”
"Yeah," Adrian whispered and he had no idea what those words were making him feel. He didn't get called beautiful often, if ever, and hearing it from Kane of all people felt strange. It was one thing to be stared at with open hunger, but that admission stirred up a lot of obscure feelings he didn't know what to do with. "Come for me," he added with a moan and vaguely wondered where the hell his clarity was. He should be itching to get Kane off him now that he'd gotten off, but he just wanted more, wanted him to come inside of him, wanted to feel him and watch him as he climaxed too. That urge overpowered his desire to push Kane away and leave him hanging as punishment and he just knew he'd beat himself up about that later. It was just another thing on a long list of things he'd hate himself for so it was really hard to give a shit right now.
It was hard for Kane to imagine a guy who looked like that not getting compliments, but he was a little biased. Sure, Adrian had some scars, but those only made him more beautiful to Kane. To an ugly cuss like him, it seemed impossible that anybody could overlook that strong jawline and lovely dark eyes and sinfully-shaped mouth. And gods, his voice did things to Kane’s insides that he couldn’t explain. The demand for his climax drew a low groan out of him, and Kane started moving with more purpose, drawing his hips back further for longer thrusts. He was still careful, wary of hurting Adrian now that everything was probably super sensitive -- which didn’t even feel contradictory to how he’d been pounding him moments ago. Kane crushed their mouths together again for a brief moment, breathing too hard to kiss him for long as he gradually ramped his pace up as the pleasure in his core built again.
Adrian was caught in that limbo of too much/not enough and he clung to Kane, moving to nibble on his jawline and neck when Kane got too breathless to kiss him any longer. He couldn't help but think this was the last time he'd ever have sex like this, have a man like this, all rough stubble and scars, strong hands and holy shit, that cock. What were the odds of him getting something like this again? Even in some perfect future - one he didn't even really believe was in the cards for him - the best he'd get was something lukewarm, pleasant but not mindblowing, something nice to settle for. Even that felt like a pipedream, he was almost certain this was his last chance to really enjoy sex with a man before everything started collapsing in on him. And maybe that was why he was with Kane, even if he hated him, even if the thought of his hands anywhere near his neck made his skin crawl, he was just desperate and lonely and Kane was available. He was more than that, he'd occupied Adrian's thoughts in an unhealthy way since the cabin but it was easy to excuse it as simply the desire to be desired. Adrian knew that if they went slow now he could come again but soon Kane would come and this would be over and he'd finally get that post climax clarity he was already dreading, so he just clung to him, savored the taste of his skin and the way his muscles danced and flexed under Adrian's hands and against his body. This guy was sinful, everything about him was just so deliciously wrong, everything he'd ever been warned against.
Kane was full of desperate loneliness too, even if he didn’t know what to call it, and that was how he found himself in any number of people's beds and anonymous motel rooms. Something about this felt different though ... for one, this was his bed, and even if the mattress changed as he moved from place to place, he still hadn’t brought anyone into his space in a very long time. Even though Adrian had every reason to hurt him, put him out of commission to protect himself, even kill him, Kane hadn’t hesitated much to bring him home. Maybe he was just stupid like his sister thought, maybe he was crazy, maybe that loneliness had a stronger hold on him than he realized, but he couldn’t regret it. Not yet, at least. It all felt so good, and it was bigger than the pleasure in his dick -- the way Adrian held onto him and kissed and nipped at his skin, the mutual intensity of it all, the fact that Adrian knew who and what he really was and was still here ... it was all too much to process, but he didn’t want it to end. Still, that biological drive in his body kept pushing, and before too long Kane couldn’t hold it back anymore. He kept his bulk close, his thrusts getting harder and more desperate as grunts and moans escaped his throat, and he ended up tucking his hot face in against Adrian’s neck. The one he’d choked the life out of not too long ago. It was good now though, it smelled like Adrian and sweat and sex, and Kane breathed him in deep and held the air in his lungs as his climax took over. His big body shuddered, hips giving a couple more shaky thrusts as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside that tight grip, and Kane felt like he came for five straight minutes, panting when he absolutely needed oxygen again and moaning low and deep.
Part 3