Who: Adrian and Kane When: late morning, Friday, July 6 Where: Portland hotel Warning: NSFW Status: Complete, Part 3
Ask and I'll give it to you. It sounded a lot like 'I love you' and for a second it took Adrian's breath away. He knew already though, deep in his bones, that Kane would do anything for him, things he probably wouldn't do if he wasn't driven by guilt. Those damn fateful events were still hanging over them, even if they'd done their best to move on from them, and it was hard not to remember that was the real reason Kane would move mountains for him. But it felt like it went deeper than that now, Adrian could feel that it wasn't all guilt-motivated and that was what made his breath catch in his throat. He'd always felt Kane's desire for him like it was a tangible, living thing and this time was no different. He groaned softly at the demand but moved off Kane and flopped onto his back so he could shimmy out of the rest of his clothes without leaving the bed.
Kane rocked himself up onto his knees as Adrian moved so he could do the same, shifting his weight around and tugging until his pants were gone and he finally felt free. He watched Adrian the whole time, admiring the play of light over his skin as he moved. And sweet fuck, he looked delicious naked. Kane’s first impulse was to straddle him, but he felt like he took that position a lot, and it was tied to a particularly fucked up moment in their history. So he stretched out next to Adrian instead, pressing in close and hooking one thigh over his. Kane cupped the side of his jaw and kissed him again, the sensation of skin on skin making his whole body feel extra sensitive and buzzy.
He wasn't the only one staring. Adrian watched him back, always impressed by his body, drawn in by the way his muscles danced under his bare skin. He stroked Kane's arm as he kissed him back, then let his hand stray lower to stroke his own cock for a few seconds before he reached for Kane again, stroking his thigh and hip before gripping him and pulling him in closer. Not that he could get any closer, but it was the intention of it that counted. He could lose himself in that kiss, forget everything else for a bit as all his focus was automatically pulled toward the way Kane tasted and felt, the warmth of his body against his own and the overall feel of him being so close and solid. "I kinda want everything," he huffed between kisses, amused and exasperated by himself for the near desperation he felt to get all he could out of Kane while he still could.
He felt no better than a lovesick teenager, hazily wondering why they couldn’t spend every second of every day exactly like this, and feeling like he wanted their bodies to literally merge and bring them even closer. He loved everything about it, and at the moment he never wanted to leave this hotel. Kane smiled into the kiss and chuckled softly. He felt that same greed, that was for damn sure. Being on this little vacation made him feel spoiled for choice, indecisive at a fantastic buffet. “We got time,” he murmured, nudging his nose against Adrian’s. Kane ran his hand down Adrian’s chest, fingers brushing lightly against one nipple. “I’m just happy you’re slutty enough to put out on the first date.” He grinned lazily, his hand slipping lower to tease Adrian’s cock with that same light touch.
Adrian tittered and pushed up into that touch, a pleasant shiver going through him. "Before the first date," he corrected him with a lazy smile rather than tell him something sappy like 'just for you'. It wouldn't really be true anyway, but Kane had still taken a lot of his virginities so to speak. "You're hard to resist," he murmured then caught his lips again, gripping Kane's ass as if to pull him in again before pushing him down and rolling them over. He ended up on top, sprawled comfortably on top of Kane, kissing him deeply and wantonly grinding down against him. They did have time and Adrian didn't want to sleep tonight, feeling like he had to make every minute count because they might not get more of this after the weekend was over.
It gave him a deep thrill to be rolled and manhandled into a different position, and Kane’s lips were passionate and hungry against Adrian’s. That sensation of being pinned against the mattress, held in place -- or held together? -- by his lover’s body was quickly becoming a favorite. Kane hiked one leg up higher to hook around Adrian’s hip, his hands roaming over the other man’s arms and shoulders and back, whatever he could reach. The pressure and friction from Adrian’s grinding felt so good and like not nearly enough at the same time, but Kane was happy to just enjoy the tease, knowing more was coming soon enough. After a while, he nipped at Adrian’s bottom lip and broke the kiss enough to grab a breath. “You gonna fuck me or what?” he whispered with a dazed little grin. If Adrian wasn’t going to make the call, one of them had to, and in this position Kane had started to crave that full feeling.
"I don't know," Adrian drawled, reaching down to grab Kane's wrists to pull them up and over his head. He knew damn well he could only do this because Kane let him but that was still powerful, just in a different way. He pinned his hands down against the mattress and ducked down to lick at his lips, completely hooked on that grin and those dimples. "You feel like you've earned a good fucking?" He couldn't help but grin himself as he asked, Kane had more than earned whatever he wanted, tonight had been perfect and Adrian was still riding high on happy feelings. "Maybe I'll just tease you until you start begging for more." He moved to nibble on Kane's earlobe, pretty sure Kane knew he didn't want to tease him for long, his cock was already so hard, pressed against Kane's abdomen.
Kane’s stomach did happy flips and twists as Adrian moved his arms. He curled his hands into fists against the itch in them to break away and touch more, because he liked the restraint even more. His fantasy about being cuffed like Adrian had been cuffed in the cabin flashed through his head again, and he regretted not packing anything to actually bind him. It was okay though, Adrian’s hand felt solid enough around his wrists, and Kane didn’t try to fight the hold. Not yet, anyway. He turned his head a bit to give Adrian’s mouth room, groaning softly and arching under him, caught between his desperation for more and the delicious prospect of being teased until he couldn’t stand it. “I don’t beg,” he murmured anyway, the desire for Adrian to try to make him very clear in his tone.
"Oh, is that how it is?" Adrian murmured and that sounded like a challenge he wanted to take on. It made him wish he had something to tie Kane up with so he could really test the theory and keep him in his place. "Yet I remember you begging," he teased, gripping Kane's cock more tightly and nipping on his ear just a touch harder. "In the woods. That sounded like begging to me. You tryna tell me you were just being really polite?" He nudged Kane's legs apart with his knee and settled between them as he started rubbing their cocks together, eager for the friction and intimacy, maybe even more so than the man he was supposed to be torturing a little by waiting.
Adrian’s words took Kane right back to being in the woods with him in wendigo mode, messy with monster blood and advancing on Kane like he was the main course, and his whole lower body throbbed with lust. That sharp fear had made everything that came after feel even more vibrant and hot, and the light pain from his ear was a nice little taste of that again. He was so into this man regardless, but he couldn’t deny that side of Adrian turned him on a lot. Kane wrapped his legs around him and rocked up into that delicious friction, his cock already wet at the tip. “Bet you can’t do it again,” he countered with a brief grin. It wasn’t a real argument, he knew he’d begged, he just wanted to rile Adrian up when they were in such a lovely compromising position.
"Keep talking like that and I'll fuck you until I come and then leave you hanging," Adrian retorted. "Until you beg." He didn't know why the memory of that fear was so damn delicious, both his own and Kane's. Something was broken in both of them but if it meant they could get some pleasure out of it, then was it so bad? He kept a hold of Kane's wrists with one hand and traced Kane's lips with his fingers, then prodded until he let him slip them inside. "Suck," he murmured and the lube could wait for now if Kane just got his fingers nice and wet. The sight of those lips wrapped around his fingers sent another pleasant jolt through him and he fucked his mouth slowly like that, for longer than he'd meant to.
It was one of the hottest threats that had ever been thrown at him, that was for sure, and Kane groaned softly as he parted his lips for those fingers. He felt some strange shift inside of him, like everything got fuzzier and rounder and softer, even though the desire burning behind his ribs stayed just as strong. It was like surrender, and Kane knew it really wouldn’t take too much to make him beg after all. He sucked on Adrian’s fingers like he’d sucked on his cock earlier in the day, stroking them with his tongue as he stared up into Adrian’s dark eyes, lowkey hoping he was putting on a good enough show. It sure as hell felt good, the salty taste filling his head and only making him want more of Adrian’s body in his mouth, even when his fingers pushed deep enough to make him gag a little.
It was hard to stop doing that, Kane looked too good like this and maybe it was Adrian's imagination but he thought he saw some pleading in those dark eyes already. He withdrew his fingers after a minute or so, wanting to sink them into Kane elsewhere, get one of those hoarse moans out of him and then hopefully a lot of them as the evening went on. "You're giving me a fucking oral fixation," he groaned quietly as his fingers ventured between Kane's legs, rubbing first behind his balls before sinking into him. He wanted to keep fucking his mouth with his fingers but the urge to keep holding him down was stronger for now. Instead he dipped down to lick at Kane's lips, never staying close long enough for him to really get a kiss out of it or even a taste back.
Kane did his best to stay relaxed as he felt Adrian’s fingers found their mark, which wasn’t the easiest when his whole body felt like it was buzzing with anticipation. He groaned deep in his throat at that delicious invasion, his cock jumping a tiny bit against his lower belly. Fuck, he wanted more of that. The teasing from Adrian’s mouth was perfectly frustrating, Kane’s lips trying to follow his every time he pulled back. He squirmed a bit and gave a growl that was more pleased than upset, pushing a bit against Adrian’s grip on his wrists, just to feel the pressure. “Can’t help it, I love sucking on any part of you,” he murmured fuzzily back.
Adrian just hummed at that, words failing him momentarily as his brain seemed to shortcut with the imagery of Kane's lips wrapped around his cock. Maybe he'd just fuck his mouth and get off that way, that'd be a nice way to make him beg, pinning him down with his cock in his mouth and leaving Kane's cock needy and leaking. Then he could ride him after, he did like getting fucked after he'd come so it'd be kind of perfect and it'd be so damn hot too; Kane groaning and thrashing underneath him... It was almost hard to focus, he had too many ideas and not enough brainpower to actually choose from them. He stuck to what he was doing for now, spreading his fingers inside Kane, hunting down that sensitive spot, wanting more of those delicious sounds he made. It was easier to hold him down like this, he had his bodyweight and gravity working for him and Kane's idly struggling felt good to him. "You're really fucking good at it," he murmured when his words seemed to return and he lingered long enough to nibble on Kane's bottom lip.
It was harder for Kane to imagine what might come next, because everything in the present moment was too fucking good. He hadn’t been fingered very often in his life, since he usually preferred to top, and he’d never really enjoyed it before, not like this. Kane didn’t know if Adrian was just a naturally talented partner, or if their preferences and desires just lined up that perfectly. He just knew it felt amazing. He started to really sink into the pleasure, that feeling of surrender strong as he rocked his hips involuntarily, his body needy for more of everything Adrian was doing. His moans and soft grunts were flowing more freely now, more out of his control, but Kane couldn’t care. He still wasn’t begging, but it was right around the corner if this continued on. He cursed softly as Adrian’s fingers brushed his prostate, and Kane let out a little whine. “Goddamn tease,” he grunted.
"Oh, you want me to stop?" Adrian breathed against his lips and if it wasn't for those delicious sounds, he'd feel like he was only torturing himself right now. His body was aching with need, his cock heavy and hot against Kane's thigh and he kept slowly grinding against him just to feel some friction. It was so worth it though, all that pressure building, making him feel mindless with desire. "I'll do anything you want, all you gotta do is ask nicely." Beg, the key word here was beg, though he wasn't even sure he'd see this bet through. He was running on autopilot now, following the cues of Kane's body, working him up while careful not to push him too far.
The first question got an immediate negative sound that turned into another groan. Adrian’s lips were close enough to reach now, and Kane kissed him desperately for a few moments, gasping every time his fingers hit that sweet spot. It didn’t feel like enough though, he was dying for more, to feel completely full of Adrian, to feel his body work as he fucked him ... but he still tried to hold out for as long as he could, just for the sake of being stubborn. And to make all of this pleasure last as long as possible. “Please,” Kane finally panted against his lips. “Please fuck me, Adrian. I fuckin’ need you.” The words were strained and pleading, and his back arched, chest pushing restlessly against Adrian’s.
Adrian didn't say 'about fucking time' but it was right there at the tip of his tongue because he'd been getting desperate and sure he was not going to outlast Kane in this. He could have worked it in his favor of course, that mental image of riding Kane's face was still seared in his mind, but this was better. So much better. "I win," he whispered with smug satisfaction, though it was completely dwarfed by the overwhelming need and arousal he was feeling. He was glad they'd gotten settled in before they left for dinner. The lube was within reach and he pulled his fingers out of Kane to reach for it, not ready to let go of his wrists just yet. "I should say no to you," he said as he worked on getting his cock slick, the touch of his own hand feeling so good already, he couldn't wait to actually fuck Kane. "But it's so fucking hard."
Even that cocky declaration was hot as hell. Kane missed the penetration as soon as Adrian pulled out of him, but getting to watch him stroke his own cock was a treat. He really wanted to watch him jerk off some other time, if he would be into it. Though Kane kind of doubted their ability to keep their hands off of each other. He almost whined at the very notion of Adrian saying no, but just bit into his bottom lip and pulled at Adrian’s hips with his thighs, impatient for what was coming. “I’m so fucking hard,” he countered, thrusting his straining cock upward a bit to catch any warm pressure it could find. “I just wanna come on that fat cock, please give it to me.” He probably didn’t need to beg anymore, but if Adrian liked to hear it, Kane wasn’t going to hold back.
"Begging looks good on you," Adrian teased him as he wiggled a bit to settle between his thighs. "For a guy who doesn't beg." The way Kane's cock brushed against his stomach sent a happy jolt through him and the way Kane was looking at him was like a damn drug, those dark eyes half-lidded and hungry for him. It never failed to amaze him how someone could be so hard at times and then get this soft and pliant. He had a feeling not a lot of people saw that side of him and it scratched some possessive itch he had. He rubbed his cock against him until he found his mark and slowly pushed into the straining heat and just like that he didn't feel like teasing Kane anymore. It felt too good and he was drowning in that sensation as well as Kane's gaze, hissing softly as he pushed in deeper.
Part of Kane reveled in every compliment and got all mushy every time Adrian said anything about him looked good. It was such a dumb thing to want, that open admiration, but he did. He let out a hoarse sound as Adrian’s cock began to fill him, the heat of his skin alone making Kane throb with pleasure. The growing pressure as he pushed deeper felt incredibly satisfying, and his cock flexed upward again. His balls already felt heavy and tight against his body, and for a second he felt like he might come right then and there. The slight sting of it took the edge off enough for that wave to pass, and Kane rocked his hips to urge his body to relax further around him. He pushed more against the hold on his wrists, genuinely getting antsy to touch him again. “Fuck, you feel good,” he breathed.
Adrian wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in the sensation but his need to watch Kane won out for now and he stared, fixated on the way his lashes fluttered as his eyes closed and opened, something tugging on his insides whenever their eyes met. "You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, not letting go of Kane's wrist yet because damn it, he'd have to ask for that too based on some abstract rules Adrian had no idea if they'd even put in place. "And you're mine. Aren't you." He studied Kane's face, every little micro expression that flitted over it, reading nothing but desire and good feelings and it made this all feel even better than just the physical aspect of it did. Every thought he had, however fuzzy, was centered on Kane and every one of them seemed to spread more warmth through him, making that aching pleasure in his cock even more pronounced.
Those weren’t questions, and Kane felt the power of them deep in his gut. He was Adrian’s now, there was really no question about it, and the sensation of being Wanted and Owned like this had him hooked like a fucking drug. Kane couldn’t get enough. “M’yours,” he groaned, his body rolling wantonly under Adrian’s. The bit of pain from being stretched was fading fast, leaving behind only that physical hunger in its wake. He wanted to feel Adrian move inside of him, wanted to run his hands all over his lover while he took pleasure in Kane’s body, wanted to watch all it play across that beautiful face of his. “Lemme go,” he whispered, gazing imploringly up at Adrian. “I wanna touch you, please.” Kane unclenched his fists, stretching his fingers to brush them against Adrian’s hand, as if to show him how desperate he was for that contact.
Adrian wasn't going to deny him that because he'd been craving it for a while now, but hearing Kane beg for it made it more than worth his while to have waited. He let go, only to grip one of Kane's hands and link their fingers together. "Do I win a special prize for making you beg twice tonight?" he murmured quietly though he didn't sound very cocky anymore, too wrapped up in what he was doing to tease or taunt Kane. Honestly this was a prize enough, the begging and the sex both, he just wanted more of it all, wanted to touch all of Kane and let Kane touch all of him. He'd never felt this greedy for sex before, so absolutley enraptured by it. It was a rude but sweet reminder that whatever this was between them had long since surpassed the state of casual.
Had it ever actually been casual? Kane was pretty sure they had skipped right over that stage, if it had ever even been possible. His obsession with Adrian had kind of hit the ground running and never stopped, it had just changed flavor. His fingers gripped Adrian’s tightly while his other hand flew to the back of Adrian’s neck to squeeze it and pull his mouth down to Kane’s. He didn’t have any quippy comebacks, he just needed to taste those full lips again. With a low whine in his throat, Kane rocked his hips to encourage him, his body practically burning for that deep friction he could only get this way. Kane’s free hand started to roam over Adrian’s back and shoulders, relishing the firmness of him and all that smooth skin.
That firm grip made Adrian's stomach coil in the best of ways, feeling Kane's strength could be a terrible thing, as he knew from experience, but these days it only made him want more. It was a trippy thing, both feeling in control but also feeling that edge to it, like Kane could easily switch their roles and take over. There was something heady about that power that came with fucking him because he was strong and dangerous and Adrian knew that despite his obvious obsession with him, he was still unpredictable. It should have made him want to run, but it just constantly pulled him in deeper. He kissed him back hungrily as he bucked against him, pressing in deep and relishing all that friction and the way Kane clasped on to him, holding him in place and pulling him in deeper.
Maybe Kane could have wrestled control back from Adrian, physically and otherwise, but at the moment he didn’t want to, which was a pretty rare feeling. He wanted Adrian to keep taking him, he wanted to have to ask for what he needed, to surrender to it all -- it was finally safe, and not just because he could overpower Adrian if he needed to. It was a level of vulnerability that was new territory for Kane, but instead of being repelled away from it, Adrian drew him in like a magnet. Even like this, as close as their bodies could get, it didn’t feel like enough. The drag and pull of Adrian’s cock inside of him drew soft grunts and groans out of Kane, and he had to break the kiss for air after a few moments. He felt happily lost in all of the pleasure, sparks shooting down his cock every time it brushed against Adrian’s body. He pushed his fingers into Adrian’s hair to hold him close, their pants mingling together, even that felt intimate.
Adrian smiled faintly at the way Kane looked at him when he pulled back even a little, like he was still begging and barely able to keep his eyes open, blissed out and fucked out and all his. Did other people feel this way about their partners? Was this intensity something everyone got to feel at some point in their lives or was he just stupidly lucky? He just wanted to cling to it while he could, drinking in the sight and feel of his lover as his free hand strayed down his body, stroking and pinching and rubbing at sensitive spots, nipples and scars. He was lost in his rhythm now, not caring about the subtle burn in his body from staying in this position, too focused on the hot and intense reward instead. His fingers soon found Kane's cock, lightly tracing the tip of it until they were wet with his precum.
Just that little touch was enough to make Kane’s hips buck, and he couldn’t stop the whine that escaped his throat. He was dying to feel Adrian’s fist close around him, to rut into a tight grip until he exploded, but at the same time he wasn’t ready yet, he wanted more. They did have all night and all day and another night to boot, but that was hard to remember when Kane was so solidly in a moment he didn’t want to end. “Harder,” he rumbled breathlessly, his gaze still pleading as he stared up at his lover’s beautiful face. Kane’s fingers found one of Adrian’s nipples and pinched harder than he’d been given to communicate he wanted more harder than just the thrusting. Whether or not Adrian would ‘let’ him make demands was a different question, but it was worth a shot and maybe he would like hearing it. “Please.”
Adrian hissed at the pinch and it made him want to dig his fingers into what he knew were painful spots for that to test just how much pain Kane actually wanted. Then there was that please again, sweet and dark, making Adrian's cock ache and his stomach twist. "You're giving me mixed signals here," he groaned even if it was clear what Kane was asking for. He dug his fingers into his hip, his weight resting in great part on Kane's hand as he focused on thrusting while trying not to get too lost in the sensation of it. It was still tempting to come before Kane and then leave him hanging, but he'd already won his bet - twice over - and he really wanted to feel Kane's orgasm while he was still inside and on top of him. "Don't know whether to hit or kiss you right now."
That threat had no good reason to be hot, but it was, and Kane’s body squeezed Adrian tighter as his breath caught a little. The way Adrian was putting weight on him felt good in ways he couldn’t explain, and the digging fingers made him squirm again, but he wanted More. It was crazy sometimes, the way he swung between tender loving feelings and this intense masochistic need. Kane could come without it, he could feel his climax getting closer, but at the moment he kind of thought a punch to the face would set him off immediately. How fucked up was that? He tried not to think about it or he would ruin this for himself. “Both?” he suggested, his own fingers sliding up to grip the back of Adrian’s neck again. “I’m yours, do whatever you want to me.”
"Maybe I don't wanna hurt you right now," Adrian said breathlessly and he knew better than to pretend he never wanted to hurt Kane. The desire was there on the regular, not for any revenge or anger reasons, it was something more twisted and weird than that. The way Kane looked when he was afraid or angry was a prominent feature in his fantasies lately and he still hadn't gotten over the pleading he'd done in the woods. "You want me to slap you around? Pull your hair?" he asked somewhat teasingly, leaning down to lightly bite Kane's bottom lip. He would have balked at that kind of thing a few years ago, felt perhaps a little too silly doing that or at worst, turned off. Not with Kane though, hell he could imagine him bleeding and still be turned on and at this point he didn't know what exactly had changed him like that.
That was the least of what Kane felt like he wanted, but he could hear in Adrian’s voice there was no real ‘maybe’ about it. It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be forced if one side wasn’t in the mood, so he tried to let the desire go and not be embarrassed about it and just keep enjoying what he was getting. Everything about Adrian still felt good even without an edge of pain, and he probably shouldn’t want that anyway, right? Instead of answering, he took the chance to kiss Adrian again, his mouth clingy and needy. Part of him wanted to turn the tables and flip Adrian over to ride him hard and rough, but if he didn’t want to dole it out, he probably didn’t want to receive that kind of treatment either, so it was best to stay put. Kane hiked his knees up further to take Adrian’ deeper, the thrusts pushing some low grunts and moans out of him.
Adrian took the kiss as a yes and the way Kane opened himself more to him felt like even more of an admittance that yes, he wanted those things. Adrian wouldn't really consider himself a sadist, but the idea had been planted in his mind and it was taking root, filling his mind with images of flushed-faced Kane, skin stinging and red, eyes even hazier than they were now. He kissed him back deeply for a moment, then pulled up again, this time fully, pushing his thighs underneath Kane and holding his cock still deep inside of him as he stroked his chest with both hands. He understood that impulse now, had his own thoughts of Kane pushing him up against a wall and having his way with him or taking him back to that cabin. Those were dark thoughts but they lit a bright fire inside of him every time they popped up so he understood. With all those thoughts in mind, the smack came easy as he backhanded Kane, watching him intently for his reaction.
Kane opened his eyes as he felt Adrian sitting up, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip as his fingers skated up the other man’s arms. He should have seen the slap coming, but it happened too fast for his lust-sluggish brain to catch. He just knew his head snapped to the side abruptly and stinging pain flashed through his face and almost every muscle in his body gave a sort of spasm. That was no light and playful tap on the cheek from a feminine hand like the majority of slaps he’d ever taken, and it sent an unexpected tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him, sending his cock jumping up from his stomach. Kane made a deep guttural noise that was almost a growl, his jaw clenching as color rose in his cheeks and down his neck and chest. There was some instinct to strike back, but Kane didn’t really want that, so he just clenched his fists in the sheets under him. “Fuck,” he hissed, licking his lips as he turned his gaze to Adrian’s face again. If he’d been thrusting when he’d done that, Kane was sure it would’ve been all over for him. “Just like that again and you’ll make me come.”
"Who says I want you to," Adrian murmured and went back to rubbing Kane's chest, moving his hips just a bit to get a little bit of friction. He did want to though, his skin tingled where it had struck Kane and his hand itched to do it again, to dig into his flesh and make him bleed. It was a precarious line to balance on and he clutched at Kane's skin, pinching it tightly before rolling his hips again. It was just like he'd imagined, that hunger in Kane's eyes, the flush of his skin, the break in his voice. It made Adrian want to punch him, see if tasting blood would make him grin or come or both. He reached down to cup Kane's jaw, holding it tight as he started fucking him again. His skin felt nice and hot now and there was a strange mix of vulnerability and danger in his expression that Adrian couldn't get enough of. "Say please," he groaned and he knew that it would only take a few hard thrusts for him to lose control now so they were in a somewhat of a race here.
The way his fingers dug in deeper and harder now made Kane’s spine shudder, and the grip on his jaw made his insides melt into butter. It was so close to having Adrian’s hand around his throat -- another thing he shouldn’t want, but did -- he could almost feel the pressure on his airway. His head spun with heady intense pleasure as Adrian’s cock mercilessly rubbed that sweet spot inside of him, and Kane felt even more precum leak out of him. His hands were free, he could reach down and get himself off within seconds, but knowing he didn’t have permission kept his hands where they were. He lifted his hips with every thrust, moving with Adrian without even thinking about it, every fiber of him crying out for more, more, more. “Please,” he whispered, his eyes only half open now, hazy but locked on the way Adrian’s body moved between his thighs. “Please, Adrian ... please.” The last one came out as a truly needy whimper, but Kane couldn’t help himself, the explosion that needed to happen in his body was just out of reach.
It was that broken plea that got to Adrian and while some part of him wanted to switch things up and make Kane wait, he wasn't so sure he was capable of that right now. His balls ached and there was a deep hunger somewhere in his core that wanted Kane to come, wanted to watch him lose control, feel him spasm on Adrian's cock. He was riding that edge himself, so close it almost hurt but he still wanted to ride that feeling a little longer, teeter on that edge until he couldn't breathe. He moved his hand from Kane's hip to his cock, gripping it tightly as he let go of his jaw and smacked him again. "C'mon," he groaned and after that one smack his hand closed around Kane's throat, not tightly, but his fingers pressed up against his jaw in a way he was sure hurt at least a little.
The result was immediate, Kane didn’t even make it through two strokes of Adrian’s fist. His entire body jerked and his eyes rolled back, a strained noise he couldn’t even turn into words hissing out between his teeth. Everything in him clenched and throbbed as it all let go, carrying him helplessly along with it. Orgasms were always more intense when he was bottoming, but this one felt almost painfully so, and like it would never end as Adrian kept thrusting. The hand at his throat didn’t even have to grip hard, just its presence and the layers of meaning it held between them was more than enough.
Adrian ended up going still inside him, unable to force his eyes to stay open even if he wanted to take in everything Kane was doing. He looked gorgeous and his climax was so raw, Adrian thought he might someday bring him to an orgasm like this without being so close to it himself, just so he could savor every second of it. It was possibly a pipe dream, he never maintained control for very long when they were together, but the idea of it was hot. As it was he had no control, his grip tightening on Kane's jaw as his muscles tightened and shuddered, all that throbbing around his cock bringing him to climax too quickly for his own liking. He couldn't complain about it, it was amazing and he could hear his own moans mixing with Kane's, a sweet sound that would no doubt pop up a lot in his private moments.
Kane still felt lost in his orgasm, and the throbbing of Adrian’s cock inside of him and those sexy ass sounds he made only made everything feel better. He drifted on that bliss for as long as he could. Kane felt boneless as it started to fade, lying limp and still surrendered to the hand on his jaw. He felt like he could pass out right there and sleep peacefully for a few days at least. So far every time with Adrian had been incredible, but if he’d ever come that hard before, it had been a long time. Kane finally forced his eyes open, reaching a little clumsily to pull Adrian down against him, because he was too far away all of the sudden. Kane wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his face into Adrian’s neck.
It was Adrian's turn to feel boneless and easily maneuvered and he let Kane pull him down, still breathing hard as he slumped down against him. Kane's breath against his neck was soothing and he pressed a little kiss on his shoulder, resting some of his weight on his arms rather than completely crushing Kane. "The things you make me wanna do to you," he murmured so quietly he wasn't even sure Kane heard him. He didn't feel bad for what had gone down, he didn't even think he should feel bad. It was hot, Kane was into it, it had been very consensual and everything felt heavenly after now that he was encased in Kane's arms, breathing in his scent.
Having Adrian’s warm solid body pressed against his didn’t do anything to help Kane’s drowsiness, but he couldn’t care. Adrian’s skin was slightly damp with sweat, and Kane wanted to lick every inch of it in the laziest way. He felt safe and secure in ways he was still getting used to feeling. The comment was quiet, but he made it out, and Kane chuckled softly. “Don’t tell me or you’ll turn me on again,” he murmured back before giving the side of Adrian’s neck a little nibble. “I know the feelin’, though.” Kane felt the opposite of bad about anything that had just happened, even if part of him knew it was all kind of depraved. He just didn’t give a shit about that.
"Would that be so bad?" Adrian asked but he knew he wouldn't keep going, at least not for the time being. Fucking and making out all night sounded great in theory but after the sex they'd just had, he wasn't sure he wanted to move much at all for at least the next thirty minutes. "I don't want to hurt you," he drawled, shifting his weight a bit so he could trail his fingers through Kane's hair. "But I do... it's all sorts of fucked up." He smirked faintly before tacking on a playful, "Just like you."
Kane gave an amused little huff and curled his fingers slowly over and over against Adrian’s back. He relaxed his legs further, settling them comfortably against the thighs underneath them. The fingers in his hair made him want to purr. “Just like us,” he corrected with a tiny smirk. “I kinda like that you kinda wanna hurt me. So I guess it works out.” It wasn’t the most eloquent way to talk about a super complicated subject for both of them, no doubt, but it still felt honest and that was what mattered.
"Okay, I'll own up to that," Adrian tittered, pulling up a bit to look at Kane with half-lidded eyes. "I'm super fucked up. But you still like me." The second statement was said like a taunt but it wasn't a question anymore and the thought alone made Adrian feel warm inside. He didn't think there was any faking what they had, the way Kane touched him and looked at him, every little micro expression, everything he was doing for him. "I like you too," he added as he started pulling out, wanting to get more comfortable before his legs fell asleep.
He felt this went way beyond ‘like,’ and the dumbest words almost came tumbling out of his mouth, but he managed to pull them back. The timing was probably good, because the pull out always felt a little weird and it was kind of like a reset button. He shifted to re-settle as Adrian stretched out with him, both of them ending up lying close on their sides, legs tangled together. Kane rested his head on his folded arm and gazed over at him, looking sleepy and sated. “I do like you,” he murmured. “Even when you’re an asshole. I didn’t expect to, even when I already wanted to fuck you.” He smirked faintly.
Adrian knew the word carried more weight than it normally did, there was a lot more between them than just liking each other and hearing Kane say that he liked him - knowing it meant so much more - made him feel a little stupid. "I don't know what you're talking about," he drawled, tracing patterns on Kane's skin with his fingertips. "I'm never an asshole. You're the asshole." He grinned and with the tone of his voice, he might as well have been showering Kane with compliments. "We should do this again," he whispered. "Get away for a weekend." He could make some shit up about work, about friends, about something. He just knew it was going to be hard to go back home and not feel this freedom anymore.
Why was it so delightful to be called an asshole by Adrian Moretti? Kane didn’t really have an answer, but he felt the delight anyway. Maybe it was the tone, or the antagonistic way their relationship had unfolded ... whatever it was, he liked it. He already wanted Adrian to call him names for a good long time, and while that probably should have been terrifying to feel, at the moment it gave him a lowkey sense of hope instead. Kane snagged Adrian’s tracing fingers to kiss and gently gnaw on the tips of them, apparently unable to keep his mouth off of the man for very long. They obviously both had an oral fixation now. “We will,” he murmured softly back. The thought crossed his mind to tell Adrian they could have this all the time if he took control of his life and came out, but he knew that wasn’t his demand to make. Kane smiled at him faintly. “We got more dancin’ to do.”
Adrian grinned as Kane nibbled on his fingers and that was definitely becoming a thing for him, anything to do with those sweetly sculpted lips. "You've got some promise there," he said about the dancing. "I think I could make a great dancer out of you." Kane already was a good dancer, but Adrian was of course more referring to the kind of dancing that came with rules. There weren't really any rules on a dance floor like the one they'd been on, which had suited him just fine. It was still kind of corny to imagine himself teaching Kane some moves but he figured he was allowed to be a little corny sometimes. Not everything had to be grim dark all the time. He traced Kane's upper lip with his fingers, taking in the sharp angles of his cupid's bow, just one of many parts of Kane that he was thoroughly obsessed with.
The last place Kane had ever imagined himself was gliding around a ballroom dance floor, especially not with a man for a partner, but the mental image made him snicker softly. Maybe they would never actually get there, but maybe it didn’t truly matter. It was just a novelty to picture himself doing something that didn’t involve death and darkness. Kane’s eyes closed as Adrian touched his lip, and he tried to let that feeling of being admired and cared for really sink down deep into him. This was one of those moments he wanted to preserve in his mind for when all of this inevitably ended. He was going to need it. “I felt so dead for so long,” he whispered against Adrian’s fingers before he could overthink it. “And you’re just ... bringing me back to life.”
"Maybe when I came back I brought a piece of your soul back with me," Adrian murmured and maybe he shouldn't be bringing up that time when Kane killed him but it was something that had happened, that was a fact, and he didn't want to constantly pretend it hadn't. He kind of wished he could but mostly he just wanted to acknowledge it and then move past it. Maybe Kane had brought him back, he thought. He still remembered hearing that voice in his head saying 'no' though he wouldn't be able to place it now, maybe it had been the reaper side of Kane, fighting against whatever curse he was under at the time. He liked to think maybe that was it, even if the wendigo thing made more sense, but the wendigo had never spoken to him - it was just part of him. "Feels like everything happened the way it was meant to happen," he added before Kane could react poorly to the reminder. "I never thought I'd have something like this."
Kane’s eyes opened and his stomach twisted immediately. While he didn’t want to pretend it had never happened either, it was hard to know how to talk about it. He felt so much shame and guilt for what he’d done, even though he hadn’t been in control of himself ... but there was the other side of it too. It had stoked the fire of his obsession with Adrian, and no matter how ashamed he felt about it, any kind of choking was definitely more of a turn on than it used to be. Even though he handled them all the time, Kane didn’t feel like he knew enough about souls to confirm Adrian’s idea, but it certainly felt like Adrian owned a part of him now, so maybe there was something to that theory. The last of what he said sounded sincere, and part of Kane unclenched a little. “I dunno if anything’s ever meant to happen,” he murmured quietly, his brow still furrowed. “But ... m’glad we ended up here.”
"Me too," Adrian whispered and moved in to kiss him, gently trailing his fingers over his cheek and jawline. "You know none of that matters anymore, right?" he murmured against his lips and while he didn't think Kane would take his word for it, he had to try. He hadn't let go of it either of course, but his nightmares about it were different and it was never Kane's face he saw. He didn't know what that meant, some insane denial or rewriting of history, but he was glad for it whatever was causing it. His nightmares tended to quiet down when he shared a bed with Kane and he didn't know if it was his presence, just the feeling of a warm body next to his own, or if Kane literally scared off those demons. He liked to think it was that last one, it amused him.
Fuck, how did this man make him so fucking emotional all the time? It was like Adrian knew exactly what to say and how to touch him to put a lump in his throat. Kane slid his hand further up Adrian’s back and kissed him softly again. None of the responses tumbling around in his mind sounded very good -- he disagreed that it didn’t matter anymore, Kane felt like it would always matter to him. But if Adrian was truly able to let it go like he seemed to have done ... well that made Kane want to cry even more. Forgiving the unforgivable was more of an act of love than anything else they could do together, and not something Kane felt like he deserved. He pressed in closer and nudged their foreheads together. “You’re amazing,” was all he could manage to mumble.
If it had really been Kane, acting of his own volition, forgiving him would have been harder, maybe even impossible. There were too many layers here, Adrian wasn't human, Kane hadn't been himself, layers upon layers making it all complicated, painful and yet so delicious. "It all hinges on that favor," he murmured to lighten the mood a little and smiled faintly. "It's gonna be something so shitty, you'll wish you never owed me one." He had no idea, of course. It had become a running gag between them and hardly more than that. At this point in his life he wasn't sure he could make Kane do something truly awful, the favor would end up being something small and dumb if things stayed this good.
Kane gave an amused little snort and swallowed thickly. Things were good, ridiculously good, there was no need to get all maudlin about shit he couldn’t change. The weight of his guilt was his own problem, and Adrian deserved to be unburdened by it. “I’m gonna come fix a pipe or somethin’ at your place and that’s gonna be it,” he murmured with a tiny smirk. “You’re all talk.” Maybe he wasn’t, maybe he would someday ask Kane for something big, but at that point he hoped it would come from more of a place of trust and faith that Kane would do anything to help him, because he would. He pressed their lips together again, firmer this time, and gave Adrian a squeeze. “I need a shower before we pass out. Join me?”
"Yeah," Adrian said with a smile and Kane was probably right, it'd be something mundane like helping him move a fridge or not swear in front of his mother - if he ever came out. It was weird to have a reason to want to, he'd always just assumed he could stay contently closeted because why bother putting himself through all that strife if he wasn't even enjoying the lifestyle - and now he felt like he should be at least telling Mila. It was terrifying and he was trying to cling to the fact that Kane was not the type of guy to settle down and want to meet the family. And yet. He wasn't doing very well at keeping this just sexual, now was he. "C'mon," he murmured as he sat up, knowing that if he stayed put much longer he would fall asleep and wake up itchy and weird in the morning.