Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Kane's apartment, Castle View When: Friday morning, 6/29 Warning: Turns NSFW Status Complete, part 1
Adrian woke up far too early given how little he'd slept the night before. He took a moment before he opened his eyes just trying to remember how to be a person and then figuring out why everything felt off. It didn't really startle him, he felt good, warm, a warm body next to him. It was almost like waking up in a very nice dream, it made sense that he wasn't on his mattress in Mila's nursery, he just wasn't sure why. He opened his eyes, knew almost instinctively who was behind him before he had to look and so he tried to puzzle together the night before. Had he gotten drunk? The last thing he remembered was going to sleep shortly before midnight after everything in the house had gone quiet and he'd been too tired to keep reading nonsense posts on his phone. And then what? Had he lost time again? He blinked his eyes slowly open and looked around. Yup, definitely Kane's place and his phone was right there in front of him but he couldn't see his clothes anywhere. Fuck.
It was hard to adapt to sharing a bed, and while Kane had slept fairly deeply in spots over the past several hours, he’d seemed at least slightly aware of every move that Adrian made, halfway waking up each time he shifted positions. Knowing he was still there gave Kane a warm rush every time, and his dreams had been pretty lowkey and pleasant, so even interrupted, it was a good sleep. He wasn’t sure what pulled him toward consciousness again, it hadn’t felt like Adrian had moved, but something had shifted he needed to be awake for. Kane stirred a little, still laying on his side facing Adrian, and moved in closer, his movements sleepy and lazy as he draped his arm over Adrian again.
It was fucking nice, Adrian had to admit that, but he was still trying to puzzle together why he was here in the first place and then wondering if Mila was freaking out over him being missing or if she knew he'd gone out. He honestly wasn't sure which was worse and he groaned softly, shifting a bit where he lay. "Morning," he murmured and it sounded a bit like a question. At least he knew where he was and who he was with, it could be worse! He reached for his phone both to check the time and his messages but the first thing he saw was a reminder on the screen: Don't blame him. You had fun ;) That was... not helpful and Adrian peered at the message for a second and felt like he remembered writing that. In bed, laughing with Kane. Okay, so it wasn't a complete memory loss this time.
“Is it?” Kane muttered rustily. “S’too early then.” They hadn’t actually settled down until around five, had they? Kane hadn’t been paying attention to the time, so he wasn’t sure. He just knew he felt like he could sleep for many more hours. Kane snuggled in more firmly against Adrian’s back, dipping his head to press some slow kisses against the back of Adrian’s shoulder. It didn’t occur to him yet that Adrian might not know what had happened or how he’d ended up in Kane’s bed. All Kane knew was that he was warm and comfortable to lean against and he smelled really nice.
Adrian hummed his agreement but he also worried about Mila so he went through his messages and found the one he sent her. He did not remember that but at least he knew now he wouldn't be contradicting himself if she called. "Okay, so..." he murmured, setting the phone back down and settling back down in Kane's grip. "When did I get here?" Memories tickled at the edges of his mind but they were still so vague and hard to grasp, like a dream that was already fading away. At least he'd had the good sense of sending Mila a message and it wasn't even spelled all stupid either. Had he accidentally had something alcoholic to drink? Or was this related to the curse? "And how drunk was I?" he tacked on hesitantly.
Kane opened his eyes fully as he realized that Adrian didn’t remember anything about the night before. The wendigo version of him had said he remembered everything, so did that only work in one direction? That was shitty, if so. He forced himself to back off a bit so Adrian had room to move, and propped himself up on one elbow to look at the side of Adrian’s face. “Uhh ... middle of the night, think it was two or three,” he answered. “Stone cold sober, you wouldn’t even take a beer when we got back ... you really don’t remember? You showed up here in, uh ... wendigo-mode, I guess. You wanted to go hunting with me.” Kane almost went on to say that Adrian had slain a huge fucking monster like it was nothing, all on his own, but if he truly didn’t remember anything, maybe Kane ought to feed it to him slowly. They’d both just woken up, and it had been an eventful night.
That did sound like something a drunk guy would do; show up in the middle of the night for some crazy activity. Adrian didn't need to ask if they'd actually gone out, he remembered being in Kane's car, wind in his hair... had he sat in the window? He still had his eyes closed but he could feel Kane arching over him to look at him so he opened them and gave him a sidelong glance. "You gave me a massage," he murmured as memories slowly started popping up one by one, incoherent and blurry. He was still stuck on the hunting bit though, had they caught something? The next memory put a weight in his stomach and he bit back a curse word. His jacket was ruined. How the hell was he going to explain this to Mila? Or his mom? That jacket was new and these women were watching him like hawks. He groaned again and shifted until he was on his back, closing his eyes again as he tried to catch and contain any of these vague notions in his head. "You give good massages."
That was what stuck with him? Kane smiled, his eyes on Adrian’s face as he re-settled. He waited for a beat, then put his hand on Adrian’s chest. Even sleepy and confused, he was still magnetic to Kane. “Just standing up in the shower,” he murmured. “Hold your judgment ‘til I’ve got you all spread out in bed with some oil ...” Kane could definitely give a kick ass massage under the right circumstances. But none of that was the point at the moment, it just pleased him in a deeply warm way that Adrian’s brain held onto that memory, out of everything. “You remember the woods?” he asked then, his thumb lightly sliding against Adrian’s skin. Kane didn’t try to lead him into those memories, not wanting to rush anything bubbling to the surface.
The thought of getting a real massage like that was both deeply tempting and deeply sexy and Adrian smiled faintly and decided he'd definitely hold Kane to that. The question wasn't as fun but yes, he remembered the woods. Parts of it at least. He remembered the feeling, just how carefree he'd felt, how unafraid. It was definitely a state of mind he'd like to get back to even if he recognized the risks of being that way all the time. He also remembered just how fucking horny he'd been, covered in blood and hungry for Kane in more ways than one. Maybe this was what Caius's magic had done, maybe he was slowly combining these two states of being step by step. First he hadn't remembered anything, this time he remembered a little so that might be the process. Did he feel like asking the witch about it? Not really. "Did I hurt you?" he asked with a little wince. He'd liked Kane scared, he'd liked him in pain, he remembered really wanting to hurt him and yet not. It was at least a feeling that wasn't completely alien to him now, he had such mixed emotions about everything lately and even as a human he seemed to have more violent feelings.
Kane liked that little smile, and he was already adding candles and massage oil to his mental shopping list, for whenever Adrian came back. Because he would, Kane felt more confident of that now. They were bonded, for better or worse, and he didn’t think that would spontaneously break. He could still very easily fuck it up, he was taking nothing for granted, but Adrian seemed as hooked on him as the other way around. Kane waited patiently while Adrian’s gears turned, and while part of him enjoyed that regretful wince, it also made him snort softly. “No more than I like bein’ hurt,” he murmured with a half-grin. His emotions and fear had been running high at the time, and there had been a few seconds there where he was genuinely scared wendigo-Adrian might bite his dick off, but in hindsight all that just added flavor to the encounter. “You sure as fuck put the hurt on that creature though, you remember that part?” It was going to be too good for his ego if Adrian only remembered the parts of the night he was heavily involved in.
Of course he was a fucking masochist, Adrian knew that already and he smirked at Kane's answer, almost rolling his eyes. Then he thought about the creature. Did he remember a creature? He'd hunted before and he remembered that well, one of those times was the first time he'd met Kane. But that had been deer and not... a creature. His face did a little expression journey as he digested the question, furrowing his brows in thought before his eyes widened a little. "I tore its head off," he said in quiet awe and it was a little surreal to think about having done something like that because it didn't really feel like it hadn't been him, he'd been in full control of his faculties but somehow more than just himself. Like he'd been on drugs, high and happy and energized. "I've seen it before," he added and it was hard to believe he had killed that thing with his own two hands. He'd been terrified of it when he first saw it, but not last night. Not even a little.
“Yeah, you told me,” Kane reminded him gently. Adrian’s expression was interesting, like he was hearing about something amazing somebody else had done. He wondered if Adrian remembered it in an objective sort of way, or if he could remember the visceral feeling of the kill, the smell and the sounds and everything. “You specifically wanted to go hunt it, once we established I’d seen it too. So we did -- well, you did most of it. I drove, that was about it.” Kane chuckled faintly, scooting in a bit closer again so he could drape his leg over Adrian’s. “Then we fucked out there ... hope that’s not weird, I really thought you’d remember.” He had enough reason to feel rapey when it came to Adrian, all of this memory loss kind of muddied the waters of consent.
"It's coming back," Adrian replied and he hadn't thought of Kane's part in this, how weird it must be to find out Adrian didn't remember a whole night they spent together, until Kane mentioned it. "It's not weird," he reassured him, slipping his arm under the covers to stroke Kane's leg. "I fuck you sober too." Which was probably the weird part of it all but it didn't really need further examining. He knew 'sober' didn't fully apply here but it was the word that came the closest to describing what it felt like, like he'd been high or happy-drunk. "It's a bit like a dream," he mused. "Or, you know, a night out with a lot of booze." He had no idea what triggered it, couldn't remember waking up or leaving the house but that didn't really register as too strange given that every other memory seemed fleeting and hard to grasp. "I've lost time before," he admitted. "I'm just- at least I remember some of it this time." Maybe he'd remember more as time went on, maybe that was just him making peace with this monster inside of him and considering what it was capable of, hunting other monsters didn't seem like such a bad outlet for it. "I'm guessing I didn't do anything too crazy since I'm in your bed."
“Well y’know ... we haven’t very many times yet,” he muttered. Kane was glad he didn’t feel violated or anything. If it didn’t bother Adrian, he wouldn’t let it bother him, Kane couldn’t imagine turning him down if he wanted to fuck, either way. He’d sampled both Adrians now and had an intense and fantastic night both times. “That’s not crazy enough on its own?” he teased, grinning faintly again. “Nah, I mean ... my standards are prob’ly off, but you weren’t crazy with me. You definitely seemed different though. Like you were on coke or something, but kinda less manic.” He could understand the comparison to going on a blackout bender. “Where’d you end up last time you lost time? You think you, uh ... just switch for no reason sometimes?”
"I've been trying to find a balance," Adrian replied. "I didn't think it was working but maybe it is, just not the way I wanted it to so yeah, I might be switching when I fall asleep. I don't remember anything from last time, I wouldn't have known if I'd bothered to cover my tracks but I drove somewhere and didn't fill the tank back up and then I finished a soda I was saving for later." It had been creepy and worrying but now he wondered if that was all he'd done. Go for a drive, drink some soda. He hadn't heard of any weird crimes in Portland and he hadn't come home with bloody clothes so maybe it was just this version of himself, high on a feeling and enjoying life. He just wished he could remember it to be sure he hadn't done anything bad. Another memory of sitting in Kane's car seemed to flutter through his mind and it was such a relaxed one that it was hard to think he'd really be into some awful shit when he was like that. "I guess I should talk to that witch about it, see if it's normal."
It did sound fairly creepy. If shit like that started happening to Kane, he would’ve been pretty sure he was losing his mind. Which was extra scary for people like them who had blood on their hands already. It could all spiral out of control so quickly. But wendigo-Adrian had come looking for company and had only enacted violence on an intended target and they’d actually had a good time together, so it seemed like Adrian didn’t have some absolute psycho living inside of him. He was still human enough, even when he wasn’t fully. Kane remembered him referencing a witch helping him, though it hadn’t come up again since the night at the cabin. Everything from that night was kind of fuzzy in his head. “Yeah, maybe he can fix that memory thing for you,” Kane murmured, but he didn’t sound too convinced. “M’glad you came here though ... I’ll chaperone your psycho side anytime.” That was kind of a laugh, he knew damn well he wouldn’t have been able to stop Adrian from doing anything the night before if his life had depended on it.
"Yeah?" Adrian said with a little grin, studying Kane's face with warm intensity. "Did you have fun too?" He did remember having fun, the text from himself hadn't been lying about that. Kane looked pretty content so Adrian was guessing he'd enjoyed himself and he wished there was a way to guarantee he could always come around if Adrian 'lost his mind' again. Some of his darker thoughts from the night before were slowly coming back to him but he also remembered not really wanting to act on them so they didn't worry him, thoughts were different from actions and if he had enough self control to not kill the man who'd killed and kidnapped him, he thought he might be doing a lot better at control in general and that definitely helped soothe some of his anxiety about that forgotten night.
Kane loved that smile on him, and it was much much better than Adrian freaking out over not remembering what he’d done. Did that show some real trust between them? He knew Kane wouldn’t lie to him and try to cover up anything awful, he seemed okay with them spending time together when his real self wasn’t really awake ... that really meant something, didn’t it? Kane tried not to overthink it. “I had a ball,” he rumbled softly, giving a little smile back. He leaned in closer to nudge his nose against Adrian’s cheek, then planted a small kiss there. Since Adrian had already checked his phone and wasn’t in a huge rush to leave, Kane assumed that his sister wasn’t frantic over him or anything, and he was already hoping Adrian would stay for a little while. Kane didn’t feel done with all of this naked cuddling yet.
There was still a lot of shit Adrian felt like he needed time to process and he hoped he would remember more as the day went on. He was in no rush to leave though, even if he worried Mila would call and had no idea what to tell her. His jacket was apparently wrecked, but what about the rest of his clothes? If he came home wearing something that obviously didn't fit him and nobody recognized, there'd be questions. His stomach did a little unhappy flop at the thought and he wanted to just turn and curl up against Kane and forget all about everything for a while. "I need to take a leak," he murmured through a yawn and gave Kane's thigh a little squeeze. "Can I use your toothbrush?" He could take a moment to himself in there, drink some water, try to get his brain to cooperate more and then just... come back to bed. Or at least he hoped Kane wouldn't get up just yet.
Ugh, bladders and morning breath were such boring realities, Kane kind of wanted to cling onto Adrian harder to keep him in bed. But nothing was sexy when you had to piss, so that wouldn’t do either of them any good. “‘Course, yeah, help yourself,” Kane murmured as he rolled onto his back and gave Adrian room to get up. At least there was the benefit of ogling his body as he did so. “You want coffee or anything?” he asked as he tucked one hand behind his head. Kane was in no rush to get up, but he wanted to play a good Morning After host. He wasn’t actively thinking much about all of these sudden caretaking impulses he was having, but it was kind of nice to feel something for someone other than impersonal lust.
"No, you stay right there," Adrian murmured since he had every intention of coming back to bed, send Mila a preventative text and then enjoy this unexpected intimacy a little longer. He took his time in the bathroom, eyed the pile of bloody clothes in the corner as he brushed his teeth, stared at his face in the mirror as if it might tell him something. There was no other personality here, no other Adrian popping up to fill in the blanks. There was just him and what he remembered was sketchy at best. He sighed, washed his face and hands and then headed back to Kane's bedroom, relieved to see he hadn't gotten up and dressed. "So, are you gonna lend me some clothes later or am I walking out of here naked?" he asked as he crawled back under the covers and grabbed his phone. Wearing bloody clothes was also an option but the mere thought of it made him cringe a little. He fired off a quick text to Mila about having lunch with a coworker, then settled down and stretched out by Kane's side, already fretting a little about how the hell he was going to explain his missing clothes and the suddenly ill-fitting ones he'd be wearing.
Kane smirked as Adrian walked off, admiring his ass until it disappeared. He probably needed to brush his teeth too, but he obediently stayed in bed. Kane used those few minutes to stretch and rearrange the blankets a bit, probably a little too pleased that Adrian wanted to hang around a while. He chuckled as Adrian joined him again, shifting in closer as soon as the text was sent. “Definitely naked, that’ll be a true walk of shame,” he murmured, grinning faintly. “Nah, I’ll give you clothes. And you can leave the dirty stuff here, I’ll take care of it.” Kane would burn Adrian’s clothes along with his own. He hadn’t gotten nearly as filthy, but it was better safe than sorry, contamination-wise. He didn’t even really want to think about all of the clean up shit yet, he wanted to just enjoy however much time they got before Adrian had to go home.
'We played strip poker at lunch' was not a good excuse for showing up at Mila's place naked but the idea made Adrian grin a bit anyway. "You gonna take care of everything, huh?" he murmured and suddenly he remembered being really happy in the car, beyond ecstatic even about something or another. God he wanted to remember everything they'd talked about, to know what kind of dumb shit he'd told Kane and if Kane had told him anything interesting in turn. These snippets weren't enough, he wanted the full experience, every little moment clear in his mind. "Tell me about last night," he said, propping his head up on his hand as he lightly bumped his knee against Kane's thigh. "Refresh my memory."
“Mmhmm,” Kane hummed. The idea of taking care of everything very much appealed to him -- he’d never taken the chance to be that kind of support for anyone. Considering all the ins and outs of their situation, there wasn’t a lot he could really do for Adrian, so small things like burning his clothes would have to do. The request made him chuckle again as he nudged Adrian’s knee back. “It was a long night, which part you wanna hear about first? Hunting, fucking, conversation?” They had covered a lot of ground, he wasn’t sure where to start. Kane smirked at him. “You’re a cheeky bastard when you’re like that, you know? Cocky too.” His appreciation was obvious. He’d caught glimpses of those traits in the more human Adrian too, and he’d enjoyed seeing more of it shine through, even if all that bluntness made him uncomfortable sometimes.
Adrian grinned at that and it sounded a bit like his old self, more carefree and far more unhinged but happier. "Could be worse, I guess," he mused because at least he hadn't killed Kane or gone out murdering other people. He also had no idea where to start though there were a few things he was curious about. "So you just... went with me to the woods?" he asked instead. "You're a fucking lunatic, you know that?" He hadn't hurt Kane before but it was a little strange not knowing where his limits were during those times he kept losing. Could he really trust that this monster inside of him was now domesticated, so to speak? "I'm starting to think you have a death wish," he added and snuck a little kiss on Kane's chin. "But I'm glad you came with me." What would he have done if Kane hadn't? Gone by himself? On his mom's little car that was so absolutely not meant for the woods - and oh so not meant to get blood on its nice little interior.
Hadn’t Adrian called him a fucking lunatic the night before too? Kane thought he remembered that. He grinned crookedly and twitched one shoulder. “Maybe I am, maybe I do, I don’t fuckin’ know anymore,” he murmured. “You just said you was goin’ with or without me, so I wanted to watch your back. And watch you in action, maybe, and it didn’t fuckin’ disappoint.” He gave a little huff and clunked his forehead gently against Adrian’s. Kane couldn’t really describe all the feelings he’d had, watching Adrian kill that thing like it was nothing. He’d expressed plenty of it without words right after the kill, there in the dirt and leaves, but Adrian didn’t remember that part, which was kind of a bummer. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, gaze drifting over Adrian’s face. “You sucked my dick for a bit, you remember any’a that?” he asked softly.
"That's obviously the most important thing for me to remember right now," Adrian said with a little laugh but he didn't really remember and that really fucking sucked. "Was it any good?" he asked almost playfully even if it was something he genuinely wanted to know, he just wasn't quite ready to be vulnerable with Kane on some topics which was probably stupid considering how vulnerable he'd already been with him in so many other ways. Only for a bit could mean a second or ten seconds or a minute, why had he stopped? He remembered ripping the head off that thing so he could see how that was impressive, it just felt more like something he'd done in a dream and in dreams he could fly, it wasn't something to brag about. But apparently this had been real. It was fucking with his mind a bit and filling him up with what was probably undeserved pride.
“Once I was sure you weren’t gonna bite it off, it was goddamn amazing,” Kane murmured with a wicked little grin. He had no idea how inexperienced Adrian was -- he was still under the assumption Adrian hadn’t wanted to give him head due to personal disgust ... which he’d honestly been entitled to. He was right though, it definitely wasn’t the most important thing. “And you gave me a fuckin’ piggy back ride out of the woods,” he added with a laugh of his own. It felt a little ridiculous, thinking back, but it had been kind of fun at the time. “I was pretty much your bitch all night, it’s too bad you don’t remember.” Kane nudged him again, teasing.
"It's coming back to me," Adrian drawled with a grin and he wasn't sure if that was a promise or a threat but he really did want to remember all of it, it wasn't easy to imagine. He felt chuffed about the blowjob and amused at the piggyback ride, so all in all it all seemed to be happy memories so far. "I remember feeling really good last night," he murmured, purposefully choosing not to use the word 'happy' in that context even if it was accurate. It felt too big a word to share so he kept that to himself. "So thanks for coming with me." He leaned in to kiss Kane again, on the lips this time, wishing he could remember what his cock felt like in his mouth, what it tasted like. It probably wouldn't be the same but he knew he had every chance to find out today if he wanted to and the thought filled him with a mix of anxiety and excitement.
There was more to tell, about the captured soul and how much money Adrian was going to make off of it, their talk in the car ride back, the fact that Bailey knew about them now, that stuff. But Kane was highly distracted by the feel of Adrian’s lips on his. His words put a warmth in Kane’s chest. He’d felt really good too through most of it, something that was rare enough to be precious to him. Not only that, if he was making Adrian feel good, then he would keep coming back, and Kane might be more than just a dirty secret. It was a hope he probably didn’t deserve, and he tried to consciously dismiss it, but it just kept humming under the surface. Kane kissed him back, pushing into it a bit as he slid his hand down Adrian’s side to rest on his hip. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled belatedly before kissing him deeper.
Kissing him felt too damn good and Adrian knew that whatever this was that was brewing between them was probably going to bite him in the ass down the line. He was catching some kind of feelings for sure and he had no idea how he felt about that but his opinion didn't matter when it came to facts. Kane had gotten under his skin and he melted into the kiss easily, cupping the back of Kane's neck as he enjoyed the taste and feel of his tongue for a few good moments. Maybe it was the fact that he was relaxed and not trying to remember, but some memories flickered through his mind as they kissed and he suddenly drew back with a slightly alarmed look on his face. "Wait, your sister knows about me?" he asked and the look on Kane's face from the night before was suddenly clear in his mind as they'd talked about how chatty he really was. It seemed so out of character for him that Adrian had to wonder if that part had actually been a dream.
Kane had been sinking deep into the warm haze of making out with Adrian, his cock lazily filling out, vaguely relieved that Adrian didn’t seem to mind his morning breath. The sudden interruption startled him a little and his eyes popped open, a dumbfounded look on his face for a beat before he frowned. It was crappy timing for Adrian to remember that, dammit. “Yeah,” he answered, clearing his throat a little. “I didn’t plan on telling her, it was ... a weird, impulsive thing. And I didn’t even start with you, I told her something else, and it just ended up on you.” That first thing Kane had confessed had been coming out to her, blabbering about AJ, not really things Kane wanted to talk to Adrian about. “She was pissed about it, she’s not talking to me right now,” he muttered.
Adrian had almost hoped that the answer was no, that it had been a dream, and he bit back a curse at hearing it wasn't though he didn't pull away from Kane. "Is that... gonna be a problem?" he asked hesitantly and he could think of too many ways it could be, from her telling someone else about it or coming after him in some capacity. He didn't need to ask just how much she knew, the 'everything' from the night before was clear suddenly and good God that could mean he was in trouble. Kane's sister was a cop and even if the sheriff was on Adrian's side, that could easily change. She might even come after him personally if she thought he was a threat to Kane. It was a fucking mess but somehow this still felt worth it.
“Not unless you’re lying about not wanting to kill me,” Kane said with a lopsided little smile. It wasn’t really funny, but he’d always had a dark sense of humor. “She’s just worried about me, I think me almost bleeding out in her back seat traumatized her a little, so ... She don’t believe me yet that we’re past tryin’ to hurt each other, but she will. She might mean mug you a bit if you see her out, but she won’t make trouble for you.” At least Kane really hoped not. He truly couldn’t control anything his sister did, but Bailey had a good head on her shoulders and as long as Kane stayed alive and intact, he really thought she wouldn’t get involved.
"I'm not planning on killing you," Adrian replied softly but he knew Kane was still playing with fire getting close to him. There was always that worry that the magic wouldn't hold and his condition would get worse somehow so all he could do was hope and pray nothing horrible would happen. So far so good and maybe having someone like Kane in his corner could be a good thing if things did get out of hand. It was a terrible thing to think about and he truly hoped it wouldn't come to that because Kane really didn't need to be killing him again, especially not with how strange things were between them. It was nothing he wanted to say out loud and he half regretted ruining the moment by bringing up Kane's sister, it was just hard to ignore these snippets that kept popping into his mind. "I'm not planning on killing anyone," he added, moving his hand so he could run his fingers through Kane's hair, all messy from sleeping. "I like being with you. That's probably insane, right?"
“Probably,” Kane rumbled with a low chuckle. It was probably insane of both of them to be so drawn to each other, but it really felt undeniable. There was nothing logical or rational about it, there was just some magnetic force that kept drawing them together. Kane cuddled in closer, dipping in to tuck his face in against Adrian’s neck. “I like being with you too,” he murmured, brushing lips against his skin. He didn’t want to talk about Bailey or AJ or that the two of them ever did violence to each other, he just wanted to stay relaxed and lazy and horny and enjoy what short time they had left. Kane knew this overnight stuff wasn’t going to be a frequent thing, if it ever happened again. He kissed at Adrian’s neck and shoulder, hands running slowly up his back again. “Hey some good news,” he said, giving a huff. “You’re gonna make some good money from the kill ... dunno how much exactly yet, but a few grand at least.”
"For the soul," Adrian said as he remembered and suddenly the stupidly-happy moment in the car made sense. No wonder he'd been elated, they'd talked about him getting his own place, maybe even a car, thousands of dollars wasn't a lot to live on for a long time but it was a great start. He wasn't sure how he felt about it now - being part of that kind of shady business - but he couldn't deny that he really needed the money. Morally gray area or not, it made him smile again and he huffed as well, trying to wrap his mind around it. "I don't even know if that thing deserved to die," he admitted. "I just apparently really wanted to kill it." Yes, it had killed people, but those people had been responsible for some awful shit, so did that balance it out? He wasn't sure about anything but his soul was already cursed if there was such a thing, and there were no take-backs so maybe he could just let go of all that second guessing bullshit and enjoy reaping the benefits. For how dark their beginnings had been, Kane really was bringing a lot of good things into his life currently and he nibbled on his neck, still grinning. "If it's a few grand I'm definitely finding a place."
Kane felt no qualms about killing a creature like that, it was so far from human. Maybe that showed a lack of imagination on his part, but he didn’t much care. It had seemed pretty dead set on killing him whenever he’d encountered it, so it was just survival of the fittest. He definitely wasn’t going to question Adrian’s motives about it, Kane was just glad it was dead and couldn’t hurt anyone else now. He chuckled into the curve of Adrian’s neck, nibbling him back. “Then I can come wake your ass up at three in the morning,” he murmured. He started kissing his way up Adrian’s neck and jaw until he found his lips again. Would he really do that, though? Imagining the two of them having that kind of relationship felt a little strange, and he thought again of Adrian’s tease about borrowing his clothes -- how boyfriendly it was. Were they boyfriends? No ... right? But Adrian liked being with him, he’d just said so, and that made Kane’s stomach feel dumb and fluttery. Kane tried not to overthink it, there was kissing to do and being so close to Adrian felt so fucking nice, he didn’t want to ruin it for himself.
Adrian just made a little noise that could mean yes or no, either way. It was probably fair play for Kane to show up on his doorstep in the middle of the night and Adrian didn't feel like thinking about all the problems that could arise from that, what neighbors might see or who might drop by in the morning. No, it was way nicer to dwell in a fantasy where he could spend as many nights as he pleased with Kane, have loud sex whenever he wanted to and not worry about a damn thing. He kissed Kane back deeply, pushing all the things he wanted to talk about aside for later. Talking could be done anywhere but this was something he wasn't sure when he'd get to do again so he focused on Kane, grasping his hair and pushing his body in closer against his. It was a little weird to feel like he had to measure up against himself, that maybe he wasn't as thrilling to be with as he had been the night before, nowhere near as strong or assertive. It probably felt like having two different lovers but Adrian had no idea if that was a good or a bad thing.
Happy tingles ran down Kane’s neck and back from Adrian’s grip in his short hair, and he pressed in closer too, his arm locking around Adrian’s body. Now that he’d had intimate moments with both versions of Adrian, Kane could tell there was a distinction there, but he didn’t mind it. It didn’t feel like kissing a completely different person, just someone in a vastly different mood. Like Adrian was a very talented switch. Or hell, maybe that was just normal -- Kane himself liked it rough and hard and filthy some days, other days he wanted slow and sensual like this. He definitely wasn’t feeling any disappointment that the wendigo was sleeping at the moment. Kane pushed into the kiss, his tongue caressing Adrian’s as Kane gave a low groan of appreciation in his throat. His hand slid down to grope and squeeze Adrian’s ass and down the back of his thigh a bit, feeling like they couldn’t get close enough even if their bodies were pressed flush together. His cock was getting harder where it was caught between them, and Kane rocked his hips just a bit to feel Adrian’s skin against it.
Adrian might not be able to read Kane's mind, but he could read his body language well enough and whatever worries he had were quickly washed away by Kane's enthusiasm and that hardening cock against him. He tried to remember the blowjob he'd supposedly given Kane but the memory wouldn't come and now he couldn't help but wonder if doing it would help him remember. Maybe that was what Kane wanted, maybe he was lying just to get him curious, though Adrian had a hard time believing that paranoid idea. It still stopped him from pushing Kane back and having his way with him, at least for now, and he stroked Kane's ass and lower back instead, pressing his own growing erection against him needily.
Kane didn’t have any particular goal in mind besides pleasure -- getting it and giving it. He definitely wasn’t going to protest if Adrian wanted to suck his cock again, but Kane wasn’t going to push for it either. It wasn’t always a simple thing for a man’s ego, and there were already so many complexities between them. Adrian’s hand felt delicious against his skin, and that heat from his cock was so tantalizing. Kane had no hesitations about wanting to taste it again, so he made the first move, dragging his mouth away from Adrian’s lips to kiss and nip at his neck for a moment before he pushed himself further down the mattress, making his way to Adrian’s cock. Kane planted wet, nibbly kisses against the skin of his groin before he indulgently ran his tongue against his balls.
Whatever remained of that little paranoid thought about manipulation was washed away when Adrian realized where Kane was headed and he ran his fingers through his hair again, enjoying that sweet thrill of the feel of Kane's tongue. He rolled over to his back to give Kane more space and to let himself relax more into it, realizing that yes he did want to suck Kane's cock, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting him and finding out what he felt like in his mouth. Hell if he didn't want to lick him all over, taste him and feel the texture of his skin. His free hand strayed over to his chest, lightly rubbing against a nipple as he let those fantasies loose, switching places with Kane in his mind.
Kane settled at Adrian’s side, thigh hooked over Adrian’s leg, erection nudged against the side of his knee. His focus wasn’t on his own body at the moment, much more engrossed in Adrian. Kane licked and suckled at Adrian’s ballsack, enjoying the way his cock swelled and heated up against Kane’s cheek. He couldn’t neglect it for much longer, and he gave a low groan as he slid his tongue up the length of Adrian’s dick and swirled it against the head. The skin was so warm and velvety smooth, he had to just nuzzle it with his lips for a moment before he closed his mouth around its thickness. Kane tossed a glance up the length of Adrian’s body, one hand smoothing up the gentle curve of his thigh as he slid his mouth further down Adrian’s cock.
Adrian hadn't even realized just how touch starved he'd been before he met Kane but he knew that if he had to go back to it he'd crack under the pressure. Everything Kane did felt so fucking good it very nearly made him feel all emotional in a stupid way. Obviously getting his cock sucked felt good but it went beyond that, from the way Kane caressed his skin to something else Adrian couldn't even describe - or was scared to try. This had all gotten so much bigger than he'd wanted it to, the way he craved Kane's company and not just the sex and the way thinking about him wasn't just fear and lust but also something warm that put a dumb smile on his face. It was all pretty fucking stupid but he couldn't really blame himself when Kane's hot mouth was doing intensely pleasant things to his cock. He took a deep breath, watching him intently and feeling something quiver inside him when he met Kane's gaze.
Eye contact during sex didn’t always feel easy, especially not when things were really intense and filthy -- they weren’t having that kind of sex at the moment, but this whole thing between them wasn’t exactly some pure and innocent courtship, it was kind of filthy at its core. There was a lot to be ashamed of, at least on Kane’s end ... but it was still hard to pull his gaze away from those heated brown eyes once they’d locked together. God, Adrian was so stupidly beautiful, especially when he looked hazy and full of pleasure like that. It made all of Kane’s insides flutter and clench and he pushed his aching erection against Adrian’s skin. Kane moaned around his cock and finally let his eyes roll closed as he started up a bobbing head rhythm, caressing the most sensitive bits of Adrian with his tongue as he moved. Kane wanted to hear him moan, to feel him tense and tremble and lose control of himself with ecstasy.
It was so easy to melt into the pleasure and Adrian found it easier by the second to let go of all his worries and daily concerns, focusing instead on how the pleasure built in his core as Kane expertly manipulated his cock. He closed his eyes when Kane did, letting his head roll back against the pillow, his breath hitching as Kane's tongue pressed against a more sensitive part of him. He was no longer trying to keep track of what felt good and how he could replicate it, too caught up in just enjoying it and eventually Kane got the moans he wanted, soft and breathy at first. He was torn between wanting this to go on until he came and wanting something more, everything Kane could give him, everything he could take and just thinking about returning the favor was now more of a turn-on than something that made him nervous.
Even soft and low, Kane drank in those sounds, letting them guide him to the spots that felt the best, the right pressure and speed. He wanted to learn every detail about Adrian, every quirk and preference, to become an expert at pleasing him. Kane almost always wanted to be good in bed, but that was often about his own ego, this was a strong desire to bring Adrian as much pleasure as possible. He let out a few moans of his own while he worked Adrian’s cock, his hand dipping lower to cup and caress his balls. Kane felt game for anything, greedy for more of Adrian -- they could just do this, they could fuck, they could hang out long enough for both, whatever he could get. He took a quick breath and then pushed Adrian’s cock deep into his throat, swallowing around the tip before he pulled back again and licked every inch of his shaft. “You taste so fuckin’ good,” he rumbled.
"Jesus," Adrian breathed and then let out a shaky little laugh, a slight tremor going through his thighs when Kane's tongue swept up the underside of his cock. He ran his fingers through his own hair and tightened his grip on Kane's hair for a second. "You're so fucking good at that," he said and he felt stupidly spoiled, wishing he could just stay here the whole damn weekend and not have to worry about what anyone thought or said. Close the curtains and hide from the world for three days as he got to know every inch of Kane, physically and emotionally. "I wish I remembered what you taste like," he added, raising his head and opening his eyes to glance down at Kane. "I want to do it again." And if he didn't make Kane moan then he'd just fucking sit on his cock until he did.
Kane grinned a bit with his tongue extended, flicking lightly against the bottom of Adrian’s cockhead. “Now?” he asked with eagerness he didn’t even try to cover up. Having Adrian’s mouth on his dick had been sublime, especially with the fear mixed in, and he had the feeling it would be just as good now. A little different, maybe, but still incredible. “Or you want me to finish you off first?” He let his lips brush against the head of Adrian’s cock as he murmured the offer, his eyes on Adrian’s face. Kane sucked on him briefly again, very much aware that probably didn’t make a decision much easier to make.
"I don't wanna come yet," Adrian groaned but he had to think about it first because his body didn't quite agree with him, especially not with that added jolt of pleasure. Mostly he just wanted to stay in this moment for as long as he could, savor every touch and taste he could get before he absolutely had to leave. He pushed himself up on his elbows and gave Kane a somewhat dopey grin. "Let's see if this refreshes my memory." At least he would remember this one, and he'd always remember the way Kane looked at him, those fucking lips of his perfectly enveloping Adrian's cock like they were made for it.
He chuckled low in his throat as he gave Adrian’s slick cock a stroke or two with his hand. Kane wanted to feel him come against his tongue, taste his pleasure again, but he also wanted to watch it splash over Adrian’s chest while Kane fucked him, wanted to feel it fill his ass again, wanted everything all at once. There was just something about the man that made him so goddamn greedy. Maybe because he knew all this was temporary, he had to drink in as much of it as he could while it lasted. Those weren’t good thoughts to dwell on though, so Kane pushed them aside as he sat up and moved to trade spots with Adrian, tucking a pillow behind him to lean back on so he had a good view and spreading his legs to make room. “Dunno if I should be insulted that my dick’s so forgettable,” he murmured with a teasing little grin.
"You should be," Adrian tittered as he sat up and moved to lean over Kane, kissing him again and tasting himself on his tongue. "Maybe I'll forget this time as well," he teased as he pulled back, brushing his hard cock against Kane's thigh as he moved lower and peppered a few kisses along Kane's scarred skin. "You'll just have to keep reminding me." There were so many things he wanted to remember, like whatever they'd been talking about in the car and all the little details of the night. It felt like he was missing an important piece of an equation and he couldn't help but wonder if Kane had told him something important that he would never mention again. It was hard to worry about something like that when he was this aroused and he focused instead on what he was doing, settling between Kane's legs and licking his cock slowly from the base to the tip.
Those gorgeous lips felt good everywhere they touched, Kane’s skin tingling in the wake of those kisses. He brushed one hand through Adrian’s hair and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, watching his progress. His hazy brain was working on a comeback, but then Adrian’s tongue was on his cock and Kane couldn’t think anything coherent. It looked just as good as it felt, and his expression went a little slack as he let his fingers drift down over the side of Adrian’s face and jaw. He felt no apprehension that this version of Adrian was going to bite him, but he didn’t miss that at all. He felt close to him instead, and aching oh so sweetly for anything Adrian wanted to give him.
It was pretty exciting to do this for the first time - sort of - but when Adrian wrapped his lips around Kane's cock and took it in his mouth, he suddenly remembered the panicked way Kane had said his name the night before. It filled him very mixed emotions, a jolt of guilt paired with a rush of arousal because fuck, that had been hot. So that was what he was like now, he guessed; fucked in the head. He remembered wanting to devour him, rip him apart but in a way that still made sense to him now, not physically or literally, but that urge to possess and consume was still there. He'd been so strong, but in a way he didn't think he needed to be to hold Kane in a steel grip and he wasn't sure how he felt about that either. Goodbad, that was the only word that came to mind, not even a real word at all. He tried to remember what he liked having done to him and mirroring that with Kane's cock, glancing up at him as he savored the taste of him. Maybe he was no good at this, he had no idea, but he liked the weight of Kane's cock on his tongue and that salty taste of his precum.
It felt a little different than it had before, a bit more tentative, like Adrian wasn’t as confident in what he was doing. Which made sense to Kane since wendigo-Adrian had been one cocky motherfucker. Kane carded his fingers through Adrian’s dark hair again, drinking in the sight of his plush mouth wrapped around his cock. That memory was going to get a lot of mileage in the shower, he already knew. “Feels so fuckin’ good,” he barely murmured, his eyelids heavy as he gazed down at him. “And you’re so fuckin’ hot.” It was a pale, dumb word for how beautiful Adrian really was, but he couldn’t be expected to write poetry at the moment, could he? Kane let his hand slip down again, fingers on his jaw as he brushed his thumb over Adrian’s bottom lip. His hips shifted upward just a bit, his whole body hungry for more of Adrian’s mouth.
The words might not capture how strongly Kane felt but they did wonders for Adrian who had long since realized he was hooked on the admiration. His stomach fluttered again and he hummed contently around Kane's cock before taking him deeper and running his fingers over the scar he'd given him. Everything with Kane seemed to be so fraught with mixed emotions, their past was checkered and he both wanted to heal this scar and revel in the fact that he'd hurt him back and gotten away. He had a feeling it would never be simple between them and maybe never was too big of a word. There was no future in this and he didn't want to examine the fact that it made him a little sad too closely. For now he just focused on what he was doing, experimented with taking Kane deeper and finding that he couldn't go as deep as he had the night before. He had to wonder if that was something psychological or if his body changed that much when his wendigo self woke up. Unfortunately there were no books written about people like him, nothing he could investigate and even if there were, he doubted blowjobs were included.
Usually Kane felt the pressure of that fraught-ness himself, but it was hard to feel anything but pleasure at the moment with what Adrian was doing to his cock. The rest of it was naturally still there in the background, inching a little closer as a shiver ran up his spine from Adrian’s fingers on his scar. The skin around it was still weird and sensitive, but the why behind it had more of an effect on him. It seemed to have an effect on Adrian too, and Kane didn’t know why that was arousing, but it was. Maybe everything was at the moment. “Fuck,” he breathed softly as Adrian took him deeper, running fingers through his hair again. Kane just couldn’t stop touching him, but Adrian didn’t seem to mind. He let his head clunk back against the wall behind him and shut his eyes for a moment, focusing on how damn good it felt and fighting the urge to thrust up into Adrian’s throat, his thighs flexing with the effort.
The idea of minding that touch would have made Adrian laugh. He reveled in it, every brush of Kane's fingertips making him feel a little melty inside. It made him feel loved, though he wouldn't assign that word to him himself, not with Kane. It was what it was though, warm and gentle, encouraging him to go on. There was a slight tremor in Kane's thighs that caught his attention and made him feel like he was on the right track here and he didn't know which was more tempting, to make him come like this or to actually get fucked by him. He kept thinking of each time they met as the last time. First and last, second and last... How many last times could they have together? In case this was the last one - for real this time - he didn't want to miss out on anything, greedy just like Kane for everything he could get out of the encounter.
Kane intimately understood that sentiment, every moment with Adrian felt fragile, precious. He already felt like he’d gotten so much from him in the past few days, wanting more seemed like pushing his luck, but he did. It was starting to really sink in that Adrian wanted more too, and it felt addictively good. Kane groaned, his breathing getting heavier the longer it went on, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut. He was getting to the point where it was either move on to something else or be committed to this blowjob, and Kane tightened his fingers in Adrian’s hair briefly and opened his eyes again. “You feel like gettin’ fucked?” he murmured low. “You’re makin’ me wanna fuck you so bad.” He was more than happy to come in Adrian’s mouth if that was all Adrian wanted, but Kane wanted to be closer to him, feel his breath, hear him moan in mutual pleasure, watch his face as he came.
It was probably telling that for a second there Adrian thought he might just come just from hearing that question. He was rubbing his cock against the sheets and abruptly stopped that as he gave a little grunt of agreement around Kane's cock, slowly pulling back and wrapping his hand around it instead. "Stay still," he murmured, moving to straddle Kane's thighs rather than kneel between them, and looking around for the bottle of lube.Thankfully it was easy to find, he didn't feel like searching for it, not wanting to pause this between them any more than he absolutely had to. Maybe he was acting too eager, but he didn't feel like that was an issue between them anymore. They'd both seen each other vulnerable, raw and open in various ways now, feeling a little desperate for sex barely scratched the surface of all those bigger emotions.
If anything, Kane found the eagerness hot, and reassuring in a way, because he felt the same. He brought his legs together and scooted a bit to get into position, his eyes raking over Adrian’s body as he leaned for the lube. He ran his hands up those lean thighs to his hips, pressing his thumbs gently against the bone there. Kane scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as Adrian got them both slicked up, eyes locked on his face. He loved sex, he always had, but this shit with Adrian felt on another level, and it just kept getting worse. Better? Stronger, for sure. He didn’t know what to call it and he was afraid to try, even to himself. Falling in love had only ever left him heartbroken and alone, but damn if his heart didn’t race the same way as he drank in the man on top of him.
It had only been a week since they last did this in particular but Adrian knew he needed some preparation so he fumbled with the bottle, breathless as he got the slick on his fingers and reached back to get himself opened up. He felt entirely too impatient and needy, leaning down to kiss Kane as he worked his fingers inside, mostly wanting to skip all that preamble and just pull Kane inside. He might have, but Kane was a big guy and the reminder of that was currently pressed against his stomach, thick and hard and hot. Kissing eased the waiting a little, but Adrian could feel how much his own cock was ahead of him, eager for more, dripping precum on Kane's skin as it rubbed against Kane's cock. He rolled his hips a little for that sweet friction, his tongue playing along Kane's tongue, savoring the way their tastes mixed together.
Part of Kane wanted to force it, to hear the noise he made as he got spread open, to hurt him a little now that he could be hurt. It wasn’t the sweetest impulse, but it made his blood run hotter. Kane kissed him back with fervor, rocking his hips under Adrian’s for more pressure and friction, relishing how hot Adrian’s cock was against his own. He clutched at the back of Adrian’s neck, sucking on his tongue here and there and nibbling at his full bottom lip. Given enough time, Kane knew he could come just like this, but he was dying to feel Adrian’s hot body open up around him. “You’re gonna feel so fucking good,” Kane murmured against his mouth, his free hand sliding down to grip the side of his ass.
"So are you," Adrian groaned and he had a feeling this was not going to last long - at least not for him. That was okay, he'd always liked getting fucked even after he came, maybe especially then, when everything felt raw and open and there was no end goal in mind. His fingers felt good but that was something he made do with when he was alone and didn't have Kane's cock waiting for him. He couldn't get himself ready fast enough, letting out a soft moan as he pulled his fingers back out and fumbled around for the lube again. He scooted back a little to get Kane all slicked up, then moved back forward enough to get him lined up. "Slow," he reminded Kane breathlessly but he knew he could take it hard and rough once he'd gotten used to it.
Pacing himself took great effort, but Kane knew it would be worth it in the end. He gripped Adrian’s hips again and slowly started pushing against that hot resistance. A low groan escaped him as the head of his cock was engulfed in tightness -- it felt fucking divine. Kane’s eyes fluttered briefly closed and he did his best to focus on going slow and easy. Looking up at Adrian again, he worked his hips in short gentle thrusts to help his body relax. His balls already felt overly tight and full, so it was probably a good thing they had to go slow for now. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he whispered, one hand sliding up to caress Adrian’s chest, giving one nipple a little tug.
It was easier than the first time, like his body remembered what to do, but it was still a lot and Adrian fisted his hand against Kane's chest, his breath hitching as he took him deeper. It hurt in a good way, burned a little before that sensation smoothed into just pressure and Kane's words just barely registered, making him feel even warmer inside. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered under his breath, or attempted to, the words a bit slurred and his voice not quite allowing for them to be spoken. He wasn't usually very chatty during sex and he hadn't really liked it when his first lover had been, but god if he could keep Kane talking, that voice did things to him he couldn't explain and he wondered if he was going to start up some praise kink in him. Maybe he already had.
Kane didn’t mind quiet partners even if his mouth got away from him sometimes. He couldn’t seem to help it -- if he had to hold his body in check, all that pressure inside had to come out somehow, and lately that involved showering Adrian with compliments. He kept his heavy-lidded eyes locked on Adrian’s face, that half-pained expression making his stomach twist pleasantly. Kane kept touching him, torso and arms and hips and thighs, just exploring every plane and curve of him. It was all becoming familiar, but Kane still loved to feel Adrian’s skin beneath his hands. He took his time getting there, but just as Adrian had engulfed all of his cock, Kane wrapped one hand around his neglected erection to give it a few light, teasing strokes. He wished he could get it in his mouth while he fucked Adrian at the same time, but alas he was not a contortionist.
Adrian shuddered happily at that particular touch, his cock twitching a bit in Kane's grip. He gave himself a moment to settle and adapt, grasping Kane's hand to guide him to tighten his hold, for those strokes to be firmer. While he had no idea Kane felt as greedy as he did, he had similar thoughts going through his mind, how good Kane's mouth would feel while he fucked him and how unfair it was that even if it might be possible for some, it was doubtlessly uncomfortable and awkward. It wasn't that this wasn't enough, Kane just had him wanting everything all at once, like he had to get in every experience possible before it was too late. He gradually started moving, leaning over Kane to kiss him hungrily as he rocked against him, enjoying the stretch and pull of his cock inside him.
Kane stroked him harder until he bent over, then pulled his hand free to bury those fingers in the back of Adrian’s hair as he kissed him back. He couldn’t keep still underneath the other man, his hips pushing up against Adrian’s body every time he rocked back. His mouth was as intense as his body wanted to be, tongue delving deep into Adrian’s mouth like he was trying to taste the pleasure running through him. His free hand slid down to Adrian’s ass to grip and feel those thick muscles move. Pleasure tightened in Kane’s lower belly and he fought against the urge to flip Adrian over onto his back and fuck him mercilessly into the mattress. He had to pace himself, had to let Adrian get adjusted first. It all just felt so fucking good, he felt half-crazy for more of it. He groaned against Adrian’s lips and squeezed the back of his neck tight.
Moment like these, Adrian couldn't blame himself for his obsession with Kane, nobody else had ever made him feel this desired, he hadn't even really known it was possible to feel this raw and heated about another person so all physical pleasure aside, the emotional rollercoaster Kane had him on was intense and mixed with the way his cock pushed in deep and rubbed against his prostate when Adrian moved, was it any wonder he was completely lost to it? He felt like Kane would never let him go, with the way he clutched him in his grip and kissed him like he didn't want to ever breathe again and Adrian didn't want to be let go, he just wanted to drown in this feeling that made him incapable of rational thought, his thoughts all dark, sensual and chaotic.
Kane didn’t want to let him go, or even really breathe, he just wanted to wrap every limb around Adrian and squeeze hard enough to crush their bodies into one being. It was an intense and irrational desire, but apparently nothing in him was rational when it came to Adrian. The phrase “crazy about him” had taken on a whole new meaning for Kane. They were as close as they could get at the moment, chests pressed together, Kane’s cock buried inside of him, Adrian’s erection burning against the skin of Kane’s lower belly, mouths locked together. He thrust up into Adrian as well as he could from below, building up speed and force, delicious sensations racing up his spine. His lungs finally forced him to break the kiss, his mouth traveling to bite at Adrian’s ear. “You feel so fucking good,” Kane breathed to him. “I wanna just keep fucking you forever.”
"Sounds good to me," Adrian moaned and it was supposed to come out playful but it just sounded needy and rough. He didn't think he could be playful or calm in this moment, not with the way his body felt and the way Kane was touching him. Forever made him think of those circles of hell and some painting he'd seen where bodies were all writhing together. It had been supposed to be terrifying but in that painting everyone looked like they were having a good time. He could easily imagine getting stuck in a moment like this, mindless and writhing for eternity and that was the only kind of 'hell' he thought he could handle. There was pain but it was overridden with so much pleasure that it didn't matter, or maybe he just really liked pain by now. All the horrific things that had happened to him faded away for the time being, there was only his body and Kane's now, intertwined, no thoughts.
His voice did wonderful things to Kane’s insides, gravelly and deep, and he wanted to force more words out of Adrian, more moans and cries of mindless pleasure. He felt as hooked on what Adrian sounded like as he was what he looked and felt like. With Adrian on top, Kane couldn’t help but think of the night before, and all of that twisted excitement he’d felt at the vague threat of being eaten -- there was something darkly sexual about being devoured, especially when he was fucking a wendigo, apparently. Well, maybe not just fucking, but he couldn’t think about what this all meant, only about how badly he wanted to belong to Adrian, body and soul. Kane got lost in the instinctual motions of their bodies for a while, riding the waves of pleasure until he started to get too restless where he was. He pushed at Adrian’s chest as he sat up, breathing hard, and maneuvered them around until Adrian was on his back. Kane pushed his legs back, adjusting his own knees until he had good leverage, then started fucking Adrian harder, heated eyes ticking between his face and his cock.