Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-12-07 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Hotel in Portland
When: Sometime after midnight, Sunday morning 7/8
Warning: Turns NSFW
Status: Part 2/3
In Kane’s fantasy, the two of them would’ve had this same sparking chemistry no matter what the circumstances, even though he knew rationally that probably wouldn’t have been the case. They’d been in very different places in life as teenagers ... he imagined Adrian probably felt like a completely different person. Not to mention there wouldn’t have been those intense life-and-death stakes they’d been through now. There was no need to break all of that down though, who wanted to be realistic during this kind of pillow talk? Kane grinned faintly and ran his tongue along his teeth, his own head instantly full of lovely images of Adrian playing with himself. “Happy to be of service,” he said softly, then leaned in to kiss him, just as soft. It was hot for him too, thinking of corrupting teenage-Adrian who had just been trying so hard to be a good straight Catholic boy. Kane had no doubt he’d been painfully beautiful at that age, and while he had no current desire to fuck teenagers, his own teenage self might’ve fallen just as in love as he was now.
Adrian cupped his head firmly as he kissed him back, loving the feel of his short hair tickling his fingers and the warmth radiating from his neck. He could be happy touching him all the time, kissing him like this, tangled together and caught in a circle of sleeping and fucking. It sounded perfect to him right now and all realism aside, he was enjoying this strange idea of fitting Kane into random parts of his past life, like some alternative universe full of what ifs. "You know that I gotta see a pic of you from when you were a teenager now, right?" he murmured against Kane's lips and he really hoped he had at least one even though odds were he didn't with the way he was living and the way he'd been raised. "Don't make me go to Chamberlain to look you up in old yearbooks."
He huffed some amusement and nibbled lightly at Adrian’s bottom lip. “There’s tons at my mom’s place,” Kane admitted. “Yearbooks too. I’ll grab one next time I’m there so you can have a good laugh. Just keep in mind it was the early nineties, okay?” He was sure his hair and clothes were going to be three times as cringey as they were in his memories, especially to Adrian who’d been almost a full decade behind him. Kane gave him a nuzzle and another little kiss. “I was prob’ly cuter back then though, nose hadn’t been broken as many times, less wrinkles. ... Fair’s fair though, I gotta get to see you too.” Adrian still looked pretty damn young to him, so the difference might not be as stark, but Kane was curious now.
Fair was fair and Adrian knew there were tons of pictures of him all over the damn place - the internet and photo albums alike. "I like your crooked nose," he murmured, touching Kane's nose that had been broken way too many times. "And your wrinkles." He moved his fingers down the ridge of Kane's nose and toward his cheekbones. "And your dimples and your perfect lips." Kane really didn't know how good looking he was, how cute he was when his eyes got all crinkled when he laughed, how much his face changed when he looked happy. "Seriously, you've got this perfect cupid's bow, it's ridiculous. I could just stare at it for hours." His fingers had found Kane's lips as he talked and he traced the sharp curves with some reverence. "Did you have frosted tips in the 90s?" he asked with a grin and that was hard to imagine.
Kane had seen all the internet had to offer on Adrian Moretti, and all of those missing person photos had been recent at the time, Kane wanted to see evidence of that awkwardness people only went through in high school, the acne and the gangliness and that lame little mustache every young man tried to grow. The way Adrian traced his compliments across Kane’s face made emotion swell tight in his chest. “The fuck is a cupid’s bow?” he huffed, but he couldn’t exactly hide how melty inside he suddenly felt. He kissed the pads of Adrian’s fingers. “Nah, I wanted to look like ... like Kurt Cobain, not some fuckin’ Backstreet Boy.” He didn’t want to mention that his dad probably would’ve flipped his shit over something like that. “I could say the same shit about you, you know,” he murmured, soft. “You’re so beautiful you make my chest hurt.”
Adrian could well picture a grungy teenage Kane, far better than he could picture a frosty tipped one anyway, and he grinned knowingly, though that quickly melted into something softer at the compliment. "A cupid's bow is that dip - the curve of your lip, right here," he murmured and traced the sharp curve of Kane's upper lip. "'Cause, you know, it looks like a bow and it sends heart arrows right into your heart." He huffed and no, he wasn't at all immune to those arrows himself. "I love kissing you," he said. "Like our lips fit just right." Kane's lips weren't as full as his own but he liked it like that, like it'd all get too squishy if they were both plump and soft there. He was fucking beautiful and he felt good, it was almost unfair how perfect it was.
If that was a real thing, Kane had never heard of it. If it wasn’t a real thing, he didn’t give a shit, because it felt stupidly good to hear. He’d gotten laid a lot in his life, but direct compliments had been few and far between. They seemed to mean a hundred times more coming from Adrian, presumably because of all the emotion involved in this. He’d avoided getting really entangled with somebody for years and years, and while it was terrifying on some level, it was also the best thing he’d ever felt. “Damn right they do,” Kane mumbled. He stared at Adrian for another beat and then leaned in to prove it, pressing their lips gently together. Kane agreed wholeheartedly -- their mouths fit perfectly, and he was completely addicted to kissing Adrian. It had only been a couple of days in Portland, but it was going to be hard to separate again once they got back.
It was a perfect kiss but then every kiss from Kane was perfect and Adrian closed his eyes and cupped Kane's face in his hands as he kissed him back, enjoying the slow and sensual way their lips moved together before he deepened the kiss. He might worry about what the future might bring for them, but in moments like these it felt like Kane belonged to him fully and all he could really do was soak in that feeling and hold him close as long as he could. Tonight it meant he didn't want to sleep because he didn't want this night to end anytime soon, he just wanted to lie there with Kane, talk a little, kiss a little, maybe fuck again, anything to enjoy every single second they had together.
Kane had always been a fan of kissing, he liked sensual moments as much as the rougher, more carnal ones, but he couldn’t remember enjoying making out with anyone else as much as this man. It turned him on, but not in any urgent way, it was more like a thrumming warmth in his lower body, a certain kind of sweetness in his blood. Everything faded away but Adrian and his lips and their breath mingling and the stroke of tongues. How could anyone ever think this was evil, just because it was between two men? Kane had seen real evil, and this loving human connection was the farthest thing from it. He hoped Adrian’s family understood that someday, even if it was after this particular connection was over, for his sake. He slid one hand up through Adrian’s hair and shifted a bit to press their chests together more, happily lost in it.
Adrian enjoyed these moments as much as the rough ones. Hell, he'd enjoyed everything with Kane so far, the softness of moments like these, the rough and raw moments in the woods, the way he'd fucked him earlier that night in that way that almost hurt. He was still feeling that one but in a good way, unsure how he was going to hide the marks on his neck if this monster inside of him didn't heal it all up before he got back home. There were so many stupid things he wanted to say, sappy things and even hurtful things that would push Kane away so he was glad to have this kiss to shut himself up with and he couldn't seem to get Kane's body close enough. He shifted a bit underneath him and moved to wrap his legs around him, his fingers digging into Kane's shoulders and the back of his neck.
The way Adrian gripped him always made Kane feel so present and grounded in ways he couldn’t really explain. It also encouraged that weird desire to meld their bodies together, to get close enough that they started to merge into one being. As horror-movie as that would probably actually be, part of him wanted that level of intimacy and to just be surrounded by Adrian. Kane’s hipe rocked lazily between his legs, his erection instinctively seeking body heat and friction. He was fine with anything or nothing, not expecting Adrian to want to get fucked again. Just making out was a perfectly fine way to spend the wee hours of the morning, after all. Kane kissed him with a bit more pressure and urgency, fingers flexing in his short hair. Passion always felt so close to the surface with him, it could get so all consuming so quickly.
There were metaphors for love and lust that Adrian avoided; things like wanting to eat someone up because it just hit too close to things he didn't want to think about the reality of. But the need to devour someone came in many forms and he keenly felt that need with Kane, of wanting to possess him fully, be inside of him, have him inside, grip him so tightly he couldn't ever let go again. He'd never felt this kind of passion for anyone or anything before and maybe that was what made it hurt so much, the fear of losing it and never experiencing it again. "Can't get enough of you," he murmured when they breaked for air, nipping on Kane's bottom lip and fuck but Kane made him feel hungry for him in brand new ways. "I already want you again."
Kane was very familiar with that feeling of wanting to do everything at once, grope and suck and fuck and be fucked and anything in between. He felt so much more open to anything with Adrian, able to relax out of the toppy dominant role he’d always preferred with other men. All of that bravado bullshit meant nothing between them, and it was a huge subconscious relief to put it down. He let out a soft groan at that bite, his stomach twisting pleasantly. “Yeah?” he murmured, smiling faintly before he gave Adrian a couple more nibbly kisses. “What part of me you want, baby?” He dipped in closer to nuzzle and kiss at Adrian’s neck. At the moment Kane felt ready to give him anything he wanted, any way he wanted it. He’d already been turned on, but knowing Adrian wanted him just as much only stoked his fire more.
"Is it crazy I already want more?" Adrian tittered and a pleasant rush went through him at the feel of Kane's lips against his neck, right there where he knew he was already marked. It probably was crazy, he'd always known he had enough stamina to go twice in a row but he somehow never imagined doing that with someone else, the whole multiple times a night seemed so excessive and unnecessary before - but not now. Now he truly got it. "I want you to fuck me again," he added, turning his head to brush his lips against Kane's ear. "I just want more of you. You make me so fucking greedy." Maybe he'd be less so if he didn't constantly feel like they were running out of time, but he wasn't even so sure about that. Even if he thought this would last, he would still probably want everything Kane had to give as fast as he could get it.
He didn’t feel like a good judge of what was crazy and what wasn’t, but Kane was far past caring. Being insanely horny for each other was the least crazy thing about this relationship. It was a little strange to think about it in those terms, Kane never thought he would ever really have one of those, but there was nothing else to call it. That soft demand drew another groan out of him, heat rushing down through his core. Kane pulled his head up to crush their mouths together again, his cock flexing against the warm skin of Adrian’s thigh. He wished he could just slip right into Adrian’s body again without having to put any distance between them, but it didn’t work that way. “Not crazy, I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled into the kiss. Kane got another deep taste, then started to pull back a bit. “I want you in my mouth while I warm you up, yeah?”
"Oh no," Adrian dead-panned in a groan, as if he was ever going to refuse Kane that - or anything - as if getting sucked off was a chore. He grinned faintly up at Kane, his chest already tight with emotion and arousal. "You know if you get me off like that I'll still want you to fuck me," he said and while he wasn't sure he'd come fast enough for that, it was always a huge turn-on though he'd already come once tonight so twice in a row was more than a stretch. He was still clinging to Kane, though he'd loosened his grip a little to let him move away, both reluctant and eager, not wanting to stop touching and crushing him to his body but the promise of things to come was too good.
Kane enjoyed the way Adrian still held onto him, like he wasn’t all that eager to put air between them either. There was also something weirdly nice about pulling out of that grip at the same time. He smirked as he reached for the lube bottle on the nightstand, his gaze ticking back to Adrian’s face. “What if I want to feel you come on my cock?” he murmured. They’d slept together enough times now that Kane knew Adrian wasn’t one of those guys who couldn’t take being fucked after orgasm, which Kane appreciated. He loved to feel Adrian lose control over his body while he was still inside him, before he let himself loose to chase his own peak. But Kane was flexible, they would see where the flow took them tonight. He started kissing his way down Adrian’s torso, pausing to lick and nibble lightly at both nipples before he settled between his legs. Glancing up to Adrian’s face again, Kane gave the base of his cock a slow lick.
"That sounds like a you problem," Adrian said jokingly but he was inclined to agree, prostate orgasms were pretty fucking powerful for the guys who could have them and he was definitely blessed with that gift. His cocky grin didn't last when Kane teased his nipples and he let out a deep exhale as he raked his fingers through his hair again, following him down. God he always looked so good there, his expressive eyes looked more mischievous and hungry, challenging in a way. Adrian stared right back with that same hunger, drinking in the way his tongue felt and looked licking at his cock. "I'd love to come on your cock," he murmured, his words more quiet, almost slurred with pleasure.
He grinned briefly as he nuzzled a bit lower to tease Adrian’s balls. “I think you just want to come,” Kane accused playfully. He felt slightly giddy and powerful down there, which always seemed like a strange contradiction but it wasn’t. All of Adrian’s most sensitive bits were laid out in front of him like a buffet, and Kane was eager to dig in. He licked and suckled here and there on all of that beautiful skin, his hands slipping to the back of Adrian’s thighs. Kane pushed his legs back enough to change the angle of his hips, exposing more of him for Kane to feast on. He held him in place as his mouth ventured to the space behind Adrian’s balls, a little hum in his throat as he firmly licked the hardness there, the root of his erection. It was a spot that never got much attention, and he wondered if this was another first for Adrian.
It was not a first, but it did feel amazing and it had been years since anyone else touched him there. Adrian could have purred with pleasure with the way Kane was licking him and he always knew exactly how to touch him, those big rough hands sending pleasant shivers through him just as his tongue made his insides twist happily. He liked being manhandled, he'd found out, liked the way Kane took control and took what he wanted. "Fuck, that feels good," he breathed, his words not necessarily intended for Kane so much as they just escaped him and he bit his lip, letting the pleasure roll over him and through him as he slipped deeper into a pleasant hazy state of mind.
It felt natural to take the reins and move Adrian where he wanted him, to help himself. But it was also a much more relaxed feeling than that urge to dominate had been in the past. The power flowed in both directions, Adrian could turn it on him at any time and Kane didn’t mind -- fuck, he loved it, and he got the impression Adrian did too. It was crazy how relaxed Kane could feel with him, considering how everything had started. He kept Adrian’s legs up, enjoying the muscle tension in his own body just as much, pushing against something warm and solid. It didn’t hurt that Adrian had gorgeous thick thighs. Kane turned his head a few times to nibble on the insides of them, and to let his tongue trace the dip where leg met body. He dipped lower to gently tease Adrian’s hole for a moment, then licked a long line straight back up to the tip of his cock. “Hold these,” Kane murmured, giving his legs a squeeze. He needed his hands free, his body was eager to move things along.
Adrian let out a soft titter at the order but he complied, watching Kane with half lidded eyes as he kept his position. He felt stupidly pampered, like he should be doing something more than just lying there, but it felt so fucking good and watching Kane was a treat all on its own. His body was in that weird flux between relaxed and hyper tense that only sex seemed to produce and everything felt a little melty and hot. He was fine with being a pillow princess for a little while and letting Kane call the shots, the reason why they were randomly awake at this hour finally forgotten. Everywhere Kane had licked him seemed to tingle still and he needed more of that touch, ached for it like his body was hollow without it.
He made such a pretty picture laying there in that position, all open and spread out for Kane. He let his eyes crawl all over Adrian as he settled back on his knees and picked up the lube bottle. The look on his face was just as hot as the rest of his body, kind of cocky and smug and hungry, like he knew just how delicious Kane found him and the feeling was mutual. He’d been thinking this bout of late-night lovemaking would be kind of slow and lazy, but fuck if Kane didn’t want to vigorously devour him at the moment. He got his hands and Adrian’s ass slicked up, rubbing those sensitive spots again as he scooted in a bit closer. Kane wrapped his other hand around Adrian’s cock to squeeze and stroke just a little, while he worked one finger into Adrian’s body. Aware he might be sore from earlier, Kane tried to be gentle about it and not rush, but god his cock was already aching to replace that finger.
Adrian did feel sore but in such a nice way that he didn't want Kane to go slow anymore. He moved one leg just enough to hook it over Kane's shoulder to pull at him a little, his expression saying more than words could. He didn't need preparing, didn't want any more of it, he just wanted Kane inside of him, flush against him, to see those dark eyes hazy with pleasure again. "C'mon," he groaned and if Kane wanted him to come on his cock then he was going to need to either loosen his grip on his cock or get on in there. Well, it wasn't that dire but it all felt so good, Adrian thought he could lose himself before he was ready if he wasn't cautious and caution felt like such a waste of time.
It was hard to miss the impatience in Adrian’s body and voice, and it made Kane’s insides feel even more overheated. Fuck, it was amazing to be wanted like this, especially by someone he wanted just as much. He released Adrian’s cock and leaned over him, bracing that hand against the mattress next to Adrian’s shoulder as he pushed his finger deeper for a moment. Kane dipped in to kiss him again, a little breathless. “Say it,” he murmured against Adrian’s lips. He shifted his hips to rub his aching dick against Adrian’s slick skin to tease them both, hooking his thumb around it to keep it in place. “Tell me you want my cock.” Kane was dying to give it to him, but he loved to hear it first.
"You're a fucking tease," Adrian groaned and such light touch shouldn't be able to make him feel so damn much but there it was, making his insides clench and quiver. "Fuck me," he said and almost tacked on a threat for what he'd do if Kane didn't. "I want your cock right now." It wasn't begging, it was demanding and he pushed at Kane's shoulder with his heel again, feeling like he was crawling out of his skin with want - with need - and if Kane decided to drag it out, he might just have to pounce him and take matters into his own hands. He certainly felt the push to do it as he lightly bumped their lips together and tried to push against Kane's cock.
Kane couldn’t really deny that, and a wolfish smile crossed his face before it was lost to that dopey horny expression again. Those words definitely weren’t a plea, and it sent fresh fire licking up his spine. Since Adrian was feeling so demanding, Kane decided to give him more than he’d actually demanded. He pulled Adrian’s bottom lip between his teeth as he inhaled sharply, moving his cock into place with the hand that was already between them. Kane kept his finger inside of Adrian’s ass as he began working his cock in too, wanting him to feel as full as his body could take. With everything so slippery with lube and Adrian’s ass already used once tonight, it didn’t take too long before the head popped in, and Kane started pushing for the rest, his hungry gaze locked on Adrian’s face.
Adrian wouldn't have thought he could have taken it if asked, Kane's cock already made him feel stretched and open but apparently his body was capable of more than he realized, that extra stretch almost painful, knocking the air out of his lungs. "Fuck," he hissed, eyes closing involuntarily, his fingers digging deeper into his thighs at that satisfying but also weirdly uncomfortable pop. He wasn't about to tell Kane to stop though, it was part pleasure and part stubbornness battling the pain and. "You know you're already huge, right?" he managed to groan, the words a little stunted, breathless and he was definitely going to do this to Kane the next time he topped him. Bastard. Everything felt slick and loose and yet he was feeling this extra stretch with a whole lot of mixed feelings.
“So I been told,” Kane murmured back, though he couldn’t quite conjure up the casual tone to match the words. This was all too fucking hot for any pretense -- the strain in Adrian’s voice, the additional tightness around his cock, the way he could feel himself sinking deeper with his finger too ... it made him dumbly grateful that the pressure was a little too intense to make him immediately come. Once he got moving though, he could already tell it wouldn’t take long. If Adrian could take it, which he seemed determined to do. Kane worked his hips to inch his cock in deeper, glad he’d been generous with the lube. He was ready to stop the second Adrian told him to, or looked like he was really in pain, but for the moment Kane found that strained look on his face incredibly sexy. He groaned as he got fully seated in all that heat, pausing to let them adjust as he kissed Adrian again in between heavy breaths.
The way Adrian perceived pain had changed a lot and maybe that had something to do with the fact he could take it, or maybe it was just too fucking good to let a little pain get in the way. He was squirming less, holding still while he adjusted, his hands seemingly frozen in place while he did so but gradually the burn faded enough that he snapped out of it and adjusted his position, reaching around to touch Kane, his skin like fire under his fingertips. He wondered if he could walk tomorrow, if he'd be wobbling around like he'd spent too much time at the gym - or just been fucked too much. Was there such a thing as getting fucked too much? He was a nurse, he should know this, but at the moment he didn't know a god damn thing.
That touch felt like a signal that Adrian was okay and on board for this -- not that Kane thought he would hesitate to be vocal about it if he wasn’t. In spite of his dark impulses and awful decisions early on, Kane didn’t want to actually injure him, especially not with sex. He did love to push boundaries though, and there was a whole world of things he was willing to bet Adrian hadn’t tried yet. Kane started to rock his hips slowly, keeping the thrusts short and deep, coaxing Adrian’s body to relax into the stretch even more. He brushed their mouths together, the backs of Adrian’s thighs still pressed against his chest, and gradually started lengthening his movements. “Fuck,” he breathed unsteadily as a more intense pleasure bloomed in his gut. “You feel so fucking good, ohmygod.”
It was like he could feel him everywhere in his body, every quiver of muscle seemed directly linked to the cock pressing inside of him and Adrian felt splayed open and more vulnerable than ever. It was a heady feeling, an intensity he might once have shied from but now he was just addicted to it. He kissed Kane when he could, but mostly he just moaned against his lips, his body aching like he wanted to stretch his legs, wanted to move and couldn't. Every time Kane went deep he felt it in his core, too deep but so good, so fucking good it made his eyes roll back in his head and then those strokes got longer and the pleasure flared up and overtook him. He wanted it to end, he wanted it to go on forever, he was simply lost to it now, gripping Kane's sides and feeling his thighs tremble against his chest.
This was the really good shit, the space where it felt like Adrian completely belonged to him, body and soul. Kane loved every tremor and shaky breath and that he could see glimpses of the whites of Adrian’s eyes between his dark fluttering lashes. He wanted to keep Adrian there for hours, lost in a fog of ecstasy, he wanted to edge him until he cried and begged for relief, until his body was truly exhausted. That was unfortunately pretty impossible when his own pleasure was running this high -- plus, he didn’t even honestly know if Adrian would enjoy that or end up pissed off at him afterward. So Kane was just drinking it all in while he could, ignoring the strain in his wrist from the weird angle, every cell in his body focused on fucking this man he’d fallen so in love with. Doing his best to ignore the pressure in his balls, Kane shifted his finger until he could curl it upward and press against Adrian’s prostate, his thrusts speeding up a bit. He wanted to make Adrian come without any cock stimulation at all.
Adrian was already too close and he wanted to stay in this haze of pain pleasure for longer so when Kane crooked his finger and sent sparks flying through him his first reaction was a groaned 'no' before his body shuddered and curled more in on itself. He came hard though he barely felt the splatter of hot cum on his stomach and chest, there was just too much else going on with his body monopolizing his attention. It was like a trigger, he pulled together only to spring out again, his back and neck arching, his head pressed hard down against the mattress, his toes curling with the power of his climax. He wouldn't have been able to tell his name in those few seconds where he was too tight for Kane, where his body wasn't his own at all and it was wonderful and awful all at once and he wanted to stay in it and lose himself completely.
A few breathless ‘yeah’s escaped Kane as Adrian’s climax took over, more encouragement than argument against his ‘no.’ Stopping at that moment would’ve probably been the meanest thing he could do. A laugh of pure glee bubbled up in his throat as he watched all of that pleasure-pain dance over Adrian’s face. Kane moved with his writhing, keeping his cock pushed in deep even when he was forced to stop thrusting from the sheer force of the contractions. He stayed close, keeping Adrian more or less pinned down with his body, his muscles singing with the effort of it. Fuck, it was all so gorgeous. “Fuck yeah, you sexy motherfucker,” he panted, hardly aware of what he was saying as he clunked their foreheads together. “Give it all to me.”
There was a brief moment where Adrian thought he wouldn't be able to talk again or move right at all, he was just a bundle of nerves and muscle, more body than mind, lost in the overwhelm of it all. "Jesus Christ," he said when his voice seemed to find him again, though it came out a scratched whisper more than anything, shuddering on the inhale. With all the romanticizing of the idea of becoming one, this was probably more like what it actually felt like, sexual and almost violent, intensely physical and brutal. He wanted all of it and he wanted more of it and at the same time he was sure his body could use a few days break after this one. And he did want to give it all to Kane, let him take the reins and be in control, which was crazy considering how much he needed his independence after being locked away so long. This was different, Kane might own every atom of his body right now but Adrian was just as much in control of Kane, if not more.
Kane let out a deep chuckle at the blasphemy, dipping in to steal a few breathless kisses from Adrian’s lips. If there was a Christ, he was far from this bed, that was for damn sure. They were as undivine and human as they could be right now. Once it felt like all those involuntary muscles had relaxed enough, Kane drew his finger out of Adrian. He pushed their bodies flush again, groaning against Adrian’s lips. He’d mentioned how he liked getting fucked after he came -- as if Kane hadn’t already figured that out -- and Kane hoped that was still true after that extra stretching. He wasn’t going to rush it, in any case, since it was giving his own body a chance to calm down a bit. Kane wanted to drag this out for as long as they could both take it. He shifted his arms and brought his clean hand up to caress the side of Adrian’s face as he kissed him deep again. “Still good?” he whispered, rocking his hips lazily.
Adrian wouldn't have cared if Kane got him even messier, he was too far gone in pleasure to give a shit, slowly coming down from the intensity of his orgasm while still reeling from the way Kane moved inside of him. "So good," he whispered, his eyes fluttering half open to peek at Kane. Fuck but he was in love with him and not just because he was riding a sexual high. It was a fierce feeling that didn't go away and right now it was only enhanced by how good everything felt. He could taste himself on Kane's tongue, another little mark of how they were one tonight, and he could barely tell where he ended and where Kane began. "Don't stop yet," he added though he knew Kane had to be close, he had stamina, he could take a fucking minute.
It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and Kane grinned faintly. He was at the point where he could get off really fast if he wanted to, or pace himself for a while without it being frustrating. Adrian wanted more and that made Kane want to take his time. Maybe he could get him to come again. Multiple orgasms were one of his favorite parts of fucking women, and if he could get it with Adrian too ... Kane already had no idea how he’d gotten so goddamn lucky. He slowly rolled his pelvis, drawing his cock halfway out before pressing it back in, easing back into a rhythm, paying attention to every detail of how Adrian reacted to it. It all felt incredibly good on a physical level, but that was almost secondary to how Kane wanted it to feel in a deeper way.
At least this wasn't a weird new pain kink, Adrian had always loved getting fucked after he came. Sure it took a certain mood sometimes but there was something about that grind and rhythm post orgasm that lulled him into a really good state of mind and body - and sometimes triggered another, different kind of orgasm. He wasn't so sure he was going to get one tonight, wasn't even sure he wanted one, but he wanted this, wanted Kane close and moving, wanted to keep touching him even if he still felt all curled up like a pretzel and was on some level eager to stretch out. It was worth waiting as long as Kane kept moving inside him and kissing him. "Fuck, I love this," he groaned, raising his head to bump their foreheads together before licking at Kane's lips. "I love you. I love your cock," he added in a whisper, feeling dazed from it all, almost drunk with it.
Those simple words made Kane’s insides twist and flutter deliciously. He’d never really known why dirty talk -- of the romantic variety too, apparently -- turned him on as much as it did, but it had always been true. Now that he was so fucking in love with Adrian’s voice, any unprompted praise really got under his skin in the best sort of way. “Goddamn, I love you too,” he moaned back. Kane felt like he was still too far away suddenly, and he pulled back enough to guide Adrian’s legs down around his waist so he could press their chests together. Still working his hips, Kane kissed him hungrily, grunting softly as he relished that delicious grip sliding up and down his cock. The pressure in his balls was growing, urging him to thrust faster, and Kane started to give into it in waves, slowing down if he felt too close and shifting focus to worshiping any part of Adrian he could reach with his mouth.
It was becoming clearer that Adrian wasn't going to come again but he didn't care, the new position felt more comfortable and he was lost in the lull of it, clutching at Kane's back now that he could reach him better, tracing his scars with his fingers, knowing there was so much magic in the ink he was touching. He hoped it still worked but he had no way of knowing, it wasn't like Kane needed protection from him. "Want you to come for me," he murmured after a little while, moving his hands down Kane's back to grab his ass tightly. "You gonna give that to me?" He could feel him getting closer, the way his breathing had picked up again, heat radiating off his body. "Could just eat you up," he whispered against his neck before sinking his teeth into the hot skin, not caring about the scary reality behind those words, he knew what he meant by them.
Kane knew what he meant but he also knew the darker layer to those words, and it only served to ramp his pleasure up higher. He could pin Adrian down and fuck the sense out of him, but he knew the wendigo inside could easily do the same to him -- and much worse. Part of Adrian was stronger and faster and more vicious than Kane could ever be, and maybe it made him self destructive, but he loved that. He also loved the feel of Adrian’s teeth in his neck, the stinging pain putting a sharper edge on all of that pleasure in his core, and Kane gave a low, helpless cry as he pumped his hips harder. He didn’t even try to banter about it, he’d lost all coherency, desperately wanting to give Adrian what he was demanding, and within another handful of seconds Kane was peaking. He thrust hard into Adrian and barked out a noise as his body shuddered, everything swept away in that momentary bliss.
How easily the feeling shifted from feeling possessed to feeling possessive. Adrian clung to him, focused on every little detail of the way he felt when he came and every nerve in his body was now singing mine. Kane wasn't fucking him anymore, he was taking Kane and everything he had to give. "Good boy," he groaned even if Kane wasn't a boy, wasn't even younger than him, but he was his boy right now, small and vulnerable in a large and tough body. Adrian felt like crushing him, legs and arms wound around him now as tightly as he could so it was probably a good thing he was only human at the moment. The way Kane's muscles rippled underneath his scarred skin was intensely hot, the way he panted against Adrian's ear almost animalistic and so raw. "Give it all to me," Adrian whispered and the pleasure was momentarily tinged with a little sadness that he couldn't keep it all forever.
Hearing his own demand from earlier echoed back to him felt weirdly good, and Kane yearned to give it all to Adrian, to completely empty himself into the other man and stay there, merged as one being. It was a wild illogical desire, but he was discovering a lot of those in this love. ‘Crazy about each other’ had taken on a whole new meaning. The tight squeeze Adrian had on him felt grounding and perfect, and nothing about the praise rang untrue -- he was Adrian’s boy, and the happiness he got from being told he was good was almost childlike in its purity. As the physical intensity in his body died down into little shivers and throbs, a wave of emotion rose up to replace it, like it was his heart’s turn for release. Kane’s guard was completely down, and suddenly his throat was tight and his eyes were starting to fill. He shoved his forearms under Adrian’s back to hold him tightly in return, burying his hot face in the side of his neck as his breath hitched. He couldn’t explain it, he couldn’t even speak, he just needed Adrian to keep holding onto him.
Adrian's bite had changed to a gentle sucking to just pressing his lips against Kane's skin now, his breathing still a little shaky and his chest tight from the heavy emotion between them. He didn't know what little things he was picking up on from Kane, he just knew what he was picking up from them and he held him tightly, his own lashes damp as he swallowed down a lump in his throat. He didn't even really know what he wanted that Kane couldn't give him, what a relationship would look like between them if there were no obstacles, he just knew he wanted and he was afraid. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered. "You feel like... my absolution."
Something squeezed and throbbed in Kane’s chest. Part of him wanted to laugh at how fucking Catholic that sounded, but it was a small part. Mostly he just felt moved and grateful and sad and so stupidly happy and insecure and loved and too many things all at once. He let out a hum-sob that sounded weird to his own ears and pressed his lips against Adrian’s neck. It seemed like a lifetime ago he’d had both hands locked around it, intent on crushing the life out of this man. Now Kane wanted to turn those deadly hands on anybody else who caused Adrian the slightest bit of harm. “Anybody needs absolution, it’s me,” he murmured unsteadily. He sniffed and cleared his throat, hugging Adrian tighter before he made himself loosen up a bit and lifted his head to look at him. Kane could see the wet emotion in Adrian’s eyes too and the shame that had been threatening to rise up dissipated somewhat. “I need this, need you,” he breathed. “You’re saving me.”
"Yeah?" Adrian murmured softly, sounding a little surprised though maybe he shouldn't be. He knew Kane had blood on his hands - specifically his - but that went both ways for them now. He'd just been so wrapped up in his own guilt and his own emotions that he hadn't really thought about it that way. Kane made him feel... well, not more human, but more acceptable. He made him feel like maybe he was done paying for his sins and maybe he deserved something good now. Try as they might, nobody else had gotten through to him on that front so maybe literally dying had been what it took. "I'm here for you," he whispered, the pressure in his eyes growing until he couldn't hold back those dumb tears. Maybe not dumb, Kane made him feel better about that too because he was visibly emotional as well and Adrian felt stupidly grateful that he didn't need to hide behind some bravado.
That simple statement lanced through him and Kane’s vision blurred as the tears in his eyes spilled over too. He still felt that reflexive impulse to rein it in, swallow it back and make some joke about what tender bitches they were, but it was just a quiet tug in the back of his mind. It was a powerful relief to just let the emotion flow, to let Adrian see him in a way nobody else ever had. Kane couldn’t remember ever hearing anyone say that to him, and he couldn’t put into words how much it meant to believe it. His throat was too closed up to say anything for a moment, so he tried to convey his gratitude physically instead. He moved his hands to cup the sides of Adrian’s head and kissed him, tasting salt from his own tears. “I love you,” he eventually murmured between kisses, his voice low and raw. There was more than softness and pleasure in their love, and sometimes Kane could feel it like jagged bone under the skin.
If Adrian could have held him more tightly, he might have, might have crushed him with his arms and legs. He didn't though, he just stroked his back and kissed him back, tasting that salt too like a testament to the truth in Kane's words. "Don't fucking stop," he whispered a bit pleadingly, his words a little harsh like he was afraid going softer would break him, but then he thudded their foreheads together lightly. "I love you too." That wasn't supposed to happen and it certainly wasn't a fairy tale fantasy romance either, but here they were and it was the realest and rawest thing Adrian had felt that wasn't pure grief.
Kane smiled and leaked more tears at the same time, a perfect example of how many things Adrian could make him feel at once. He nudged the bridge of his nose against Adrian’s and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. He could’ve made the same plea in the exact same way, that was how in sync their feelings seemed to be. They’d both felt alone and not understood, they both carried so much heavy guilt, they both felt monstrous in their own way ... they were both scared of this and desperate for it all at once. Kane still had no idea where it was going, what they could have between them, he just knew he needed every second of it. “I tried to stop, I really did,” he said softly, giving a little huff. “Look how it worked.” He stroked his thumbs against Adrian’s cheeks. “I’m here for you too. For anything.”
"What'd you do that for?" Adrian admonished him gently. "Don't try again." He ran his hands up Kane's back and neck so he could rake his fingers through his hair, then grip his head gently, a wordless declaration of love if he ever knew one. He knew how he felt when Kane did the same to him, it was grounding in a way, firm hands holding him in such an intimate way. "I don't want this weekend to end," he admitted in a whisper like maybe if he was quiet, Sunday would just forget to roll around and they could stay here in the dark for days. "I wish..." He licked his lips, feeling stupid saying out loud that he wanted to move in with Kane so he rephrased it to make it less insane. "I wish I could just stay with you until I get a place."
Everything had changed so quickly, it almost seemed like years ago that Kane had been trying to shake his obsession with Adrian Moretti. Before he’d known anything was mutual, when they’d still been trying to hurt each other. He didn’t want to try to shake him anymore, not in the slightest. Kane moved his head a bit to nuzzle against Adrian’s hands, enjoying that particular grip in ways that were hard to explain. He focused more on Adrian’s eyes as he spoke, blinking away the lingering tears. His stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement. “I wish you could too,” he murmured. He paused, then huffed softly again. “Kinda ... kinda want you to just move in with me, fuck.”
Adrian's chest tightened again but it was pleasant this time and he huffed softly as he gave him a pained smile before kissing him again. "If there's no place available in Castle View, you're gonna have to start harrassing your neighbors to make them move," he murmured and fuck if he wasn't only half-kidding. He wanted to move there and as much as he tried to tell himself it was for other reasons than just Kane, Kane was what it boiled down to. Always. It was a terrible thing to build a new life on, a rocky relationship that he wasn't even sure he could call by that name, but if there was anything he knew it was that he couldn't take anything for granted and he needed to grip whatever good thing came into his life with both hands and refuse to let go.
All of this was crazy and moving too fast, probably, but when had Kane ever taken a measured approach to anything? It wasn’t in his nature. And if anybody in the world knew how short and fleeting life could be, it was the two of them. Why waste time dithering around? Whatever they called it, whether it ended up being ‘healthy’ or not, this connection was obviously powerful for both of them, and there was no way in hell Kane could walk away from it. He hoped Adrian felt the same. And if it had to stay in the dark, behind closed doors, then so be it. Kane just wanted him, any way he could have him. “I’ll start turnin’ my music up real loud, banging on the walls,” he murmured with a half-smile. Kane nuzzled their noses together. “I’ll scout around on my floor, see what’s open. If you can’t be in my bed all the time, I want you close.”
"Oh I'm calling on Monday," Adrian told him because why the hell waste time when he could start living right now? "So you better not change your mind anytime soon." It was meant to be light hearted but it sounded a little too serious with that lump in his throat and those tears in his eyes and that made him feel sheepish. "I'll try not to make you sick of me, I'll be working a lot," he added even if at this point he wished Kane worked at the hospital too so he could see him all the damn time. It was madness, plain and simple, and it was probably a good thing it was out of his hands. Maybe it was a weird moment to have this conversation, or maybe the fact they were both spent, softening, wet and open made it easier. All the walls were down, Adrian didn't feel the need to defend himself with snark or jokes, it was hard not to let someone in when he was already inside him.
Kane could hear that vulnerability that mirrored his own, and it made his throat feel too thick all over again. It was funny how the fear in them had morphed from mortal peril into this desperation not to be abandoned, dismissed, discarded. That was how it felt on Kane’s end anyway. He’d been intimate with a lot of people in his life, but very few had wanted to keep him, and none he’d felt a mutual desire for. This was a first, and the fact that he could see Adrian was just as scared to lose him as the other way around meant a lot to him. Kane didn’t give a shit if that was unhealthy or not, it was strong. “I won’t change my mind,” he murmured softly, his gaze drifting over Adrian’s face as he rubbed his thumb lightly against that big temple scar of his. “And I don’t think I can get sick’a you. Already feel like I’m gonna miss you when we get back.” Kane gave him a sheepish little smile. “You just ... don’t come to your senses, okay?”
"If that's what this is, I'd rather stay senseless," Adrian said with a faint smile and grasped Kane's head more tightly, bringing him in close again to press their foreheads and noses together with a little huff, nuzzling in a way that felt more like something animals should do than humans. "I feel like this is all gonna blow up," he whispered. "And I'm not ready for that, I don't know if I ever will be. Just... don't go without telling me, can you promise me?" He knew Kane so well and yet he didn't know him at all, he could just too easily imagine him up and disappearing one day and if it was because of a hunt gone bad, he'd go looking for him. He needed to know that any sudden disappearance wasn't a purposeful thing and it still felt like too much to ask of someone like Kane. It felt needy, normal, and if he thought about it too hard he'd have been too scared to ask it.
They were all animals deep down, weren’t they? Maybe he and Adrian were closer to their roots somehow, because all of the face-bumping felt good and natural. It made him want to nibble on Adrian’s cheeks, but then he was talking again, and that need for reassurance resonated so deeply. It both was and wasn’t an easy promise to make -- right at that moment he couldn’t imagine leaving Adrian without a word, but he had spent the majority of his life answering to no one but himself, making impulsive decisions and roaming around where he wanted. He understood where Adrian’s concern came from. “I promise,” he whispered back with the weight it deserved. “If I disappear without a word, something went wrong ...” which meant he was likely dead, but Kane didn’t want to say that out loud. “Unless you seriously tell me to fuck off first, then I’ll probably listen,” he added, even softer. Thinking about that kind of rejection already made Kane’s insides hurt, he couldn’t even predict how he’d react if Adrian broke it off, but disappearing would likely be part of it.
It was hard to imagine something coming up that would make Adrian want Kane to go away. They'd been through some seriously dark events already and come right on through to this. "I won't," he promised back and right now he meant it with all his heart. Of course things could change but that was all too hypothetical and far away for consideration. "I'll come find you if you disappear," he added and he knew he would. He'd find a way to wake up the monster inside of him, he'd break the damn spell that was on him if he had to reach deeper for those abilities that came with the curse, he'd burn his life down if he had to. It was insane and yes, he was probably out of his mind but it couldn't be helped, he was far too deep in it now. "So don't."
Kane believed that he would try, and he didn’t really doubt that the wendigo inside of Adrian could find him if he wanted to, if he got maimed or torn to bits in Blackwater Woods or something. It was kind of reassuring to think about -- one of his biggest worries was dying somewhere and Bailey never knowing what happened to him. Adrian would tell her, even if there was no body to bring back. That train of thought led into the weird urge to tell Adrian to eat him, if he ever found him dead. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he held back on it, because that was definitely insane and he couldn't explain why it appealed to him. “Yessir,” he murmured with a tiny smirk, then pressed his lips against Adrian’s again. He’d finally gone soft enough to slip out of Adrian’s body, and Kane gave a soft grunt of regret as he felt it happen. He kissed him a couple more times, then pulled back to meet his eyes again. “Let’s just ... take it day by day, you know? I want you in my life more than almost anything else, ever. Whatever it looks like, with your ... situation. Just keep talking to me and I’ll keep talking to you and it’ll be what it is.”
Those words alleviated another fear Adrian hadn't even been thinking about; his situation. He knew what he felt for Kane, he knew how deep it was, how out of control and yet it felt like he had to keep it contained. He was living a double life and his two worlds couldn't touch at all. The fact Kane had met and helped his sister had been a mixed bag of anxiety and a weird giddy feeling over that fact she'd met and liked Kane. It had still been an overlap he wanted to avoid and he knew that wasn't going to last long in a town as small as Point Pleasant. Especially if Kane was going to be his neighbor. Could he hide how he felt if they met around his family? Would Kane eventually grow tired of being a dirty secret or did it suit his lifestyle just fine? It all worried Adrian but for now he could leave that worrying for later because Kane had just given him the space to do so. "I'm not going anywhere," he said with determination that felt like it could withstand even things out of his control. He'd find his way back to Kane, no matter what.
He was no psychic, he had no idea how things would change and develop over time. There was no way in hell he could’ve predicted any of this in the first place, so who knew how things would turn out. With the way he currently felt, Kane didn’t think he would call any of it off even if he did know it would end in disastrous heartbreak. Adrian made him feel more alive than anything else had in a very long time, Kane wanted to keep feeling it even if it killed him in the end. Maybe that was overly dramatic, but it didn’t feel that way. “Me either,” he agreed, another small smile crossing his face. He stared at Adrian for another few heartbeats, then kissed his chin. “C’mon, you’re a mess again.” He wasn’t eager to pull away, but it had to be done before all the cum and lube dried too much. Going back to sleep meant waking up again and having to drive back to Point Pleasant, but they could enjoy some more cuddling until then, at least.
"I'm always a fucking mess when I'm with you," Adrian said and he meant more than just physically but he grinned even if it was true and stole another kiss from Kane. He didn't want to move yet, didn't like the way it felt when Kane pulled away but he was right, they needed to clean up and go to sleep soon. Driving after not sleeping was never a good idea and Adrian didn't think either of them was eager to nap in the car at the side of the road somewhere. They were probably better equipped to drive tired than most though, Adrian with his dumb long shifts and Kane being Kane. Still, there was no reason to push it. He sat up with a groan, his body protesting and god he felt so wet and open and gross right now. A shower was definitely a good idea and he already looked forward to snuggling up to Kane again. This time wasn't going to end up in sex again, he was far too worn out and he suspected Kane was too. "I just wanna point out, you're a fucking mess too," he murmured as he got to his feet, stretching his arms up and then back behind his head. "And it's all your fault."
Kane laughed a little as he climbed off the bed and stretched a bit himself. “Always a fucking hot mess,” he countered, then grinned at the rest of it. There was no denying that he was a mess on pretty much every level, from his sticky dick to his damp cheeks. He might have been disgusted with himself if it all didn’t feel so damn good and cathartic. “Yeah yeah, I ain’t even a little bit sorry,” he murmured. Kane hooked an arm around Adrian to pull him in close one more time for another kiss. He was happy to make a mess out of him anytime ... well, anytime later, because his body finally felt sexually exhausted and almost ready to pass out. Kane couldn’t make any promises for the morning whenever they woke up, but for now he was more than satisfied. Once he’d pulled back again, he headed for the bathroom, his body nicely heavy-tired.
"You're bottoming next time," Adrian told him, as if this had been a chore of any kind. He fucking loved getting fucked by Kane, even when he pushed his boundaries and almost hurt him, maybe even especially then. It was what it was and he was trying not to fall into the trap of having to justify it to himself. Right now though, he needed a few days break and he didn't want a few days break from fucking in general. He couldn't imagine not seeing Kane for a day or two, even though that was very likely to happen. He had work on Monday, a long shift and the thought of it was depressing enough that he wanted to avoid it until he was alone again.
“Pft, like you weren’t begging me to fuck you,” Kane chuckled. He certainly wasn’t going to whine if Adrian physically needed a break, it wasn’t like he hated bottoming. On the contrary, Kane had finally found a male partner he loved being fucked by just as much as the other way around. He’d always been a lopsided switch, but Adrian was bringing balance somehow. He left the main light off in the bathroom so it wasn’t hard on the eyes and moved to turn on the hot water. He was going to kind of miss this shower and its pressure, they’d been in it a ridiculous number of times now for just a weekend away. It was nice.
"Suggested," Adrian corrected him playfully just for the little banter. He probably had begged at some point, he wasn't even sure right now but he'd certainly felt like begging when Kane was fucking him. He'd never lost control like this before and it was funny to think back on the times he'd watched porn and thought the guys had to be faking it because nobody got this wound up during sex. Apparently they did, apparently so did he. He slipped into the shower once the water was running, lightly patting Kane's ass as he did so.
He laughed a little as he followed Adrian into the shower and pulled the door closed. His own memory was fuzzy on the details, but it had definitely been more than a suggestion. Kane was no stranger to intense fucking, but he’d never felt passion like this before. Even his connection with AJ had been flatter somehow, less complicated because he hadn’t had the depth he had now. It was like love and suffering ran along the same channels inside, one carved a wider path for the other to flow through. Part of Kane was still afraid this would end in more suffering, but at this point he felt like it would be worth it. He hadn’t felt this alive in years. He leaned a shoulder against the tiled wall while Adrian started to clean up, just admiring him in the dim light.
It was a comforting presence and being watched didn't feel intrusive or weird. Adrian shot him a little smile here and there but it was all relaxed and easy as he focused on actually getting clean and monopolized the showerhead for a few minutes. Then, when he felt like he was clean enough, he put it back in place and turned to Kane with the soap. He gently rubbed the foam around his cock and thighs as he leaned up to kiss him under the spray of water, humming contently against his lips. He felt sleepy now, but more clear headed and calm than he had all day. It was nice to just be there and not need anything, it was weirdly domestic and it made him ache to think that some people could have this all the time without any consequences and probably took it for granted.
It was a lovely little cocoon of warmth and steam and closeness, and Kane kind of wished they could doze off right there. Adrian’s hands on him were like the lightest massage, soothing and relaxing where it would have been arousing if he wasn’t so depleted. He let Adrian wash him all he wanted, skimming his hands up his arms, enjoying the sensation of muscle playing under skin. Kane parted his lips to deepen the kiss, not to start anything sexy but just to taste Adrian some more. He felt truly addicted to everything about him. He moved his hands up higher to Adrian’s shoulders, pressing in with his fingers to gently massage him back. “We can do this all the time when you move,” he murmured into the kiss, a smile crossing his lips.
"Yeah," Adrian replied with a smile of his own and that was at least something to look forward to in the next few days, something that would make it a little easier to be alone and busy. "Your place," he added, his smile turning into a more of a grin. "You can afford the bill." Castle View had a pool too, but he was more inclined to get Kane to take him to that little swimming spot instead where they'd have privacy. Right now he just liked the idea of crawling into bed with Kane every night. Maybe that wasn't a great idea but he wondered why the hell not. People weren't made to be alone, he slept so much better when he had Kane by his side, so why torture himself with solitude if he could have this?
Kane tittered a bit. “I can afford it, but my water heater ain’t all that,” he said with some regret. It certainly wasn’t at this hotel level of long-running hot water, which kind of sucked when he wanted to hang out and soak it all up, especially with company. They would make do though, he felt sure, and lingering at Kane’s place would probably feel safer than him hanging out at Adrian’s too much. The only person who might drop by knocking at his door was Bailey, and she was fully in the know, even if she didn’t approve. “You know I’d be your sugar daddy and pay for anything you need, right?” he added in a murmur, grinning back a bit in that dopey sort of way only Adrian drew out of him. “Water bill, new car, furniture ... you just lemme know.” Maybe that was too much to offer, but Kane didn’t care. He had plenty of money that wasn’t doing anything, and he wanted to spoil Adrian ... who wouldn’t take it, he was sure, because how could he explain all that to his nosy ass family? The sentiment was the point.
Adrian had to laugh at that, but it was warm and more shy than amused. "That's just fucking weird," he murmured, his cheeks hurting a little from the grinning and he couldn't imagine himself accepting something like that from anyone. "Sugar daddy," he echoed with a snort and headbutted Kane's shoulder affectionately. "You'd turn it into some weird kink and make me ask all nicely, wouldn't you, you sicko." It was easier to tease than to admit how big it was, how it actually made him feel more loved and cared for than anything had in a long time, even just the idea itself that Kane wanted to do that. He was pretty sure he'd curl in on himself in embarrassment if Kane took it too far and actually bought him a car or something, but it was stupidly nice to know that if it came to it he could ask someone for help other than his family.
That look on Adrian’s face was already priceless, and Kane could only imagine how he’d look if Kane gifted him something big. He wanted to, he’d already thought about it, but he knew it would be too far too soon. He smooched the side of Adrian’s head while he was close, slipping his arms further around his shoulders to keep him there. “I do like it when you ask nicely,” he teased back, close to Adrian’s ear. “Even though you never do, fuckin’ brat.” Kane tittered and kissed his temple again, one hand moving to squeeze the back of his neck. “Really though ... I got you,” Kane murmured. Earlier Adrian had said he was there for him, and that meant the world -- Kane wasn’t great at the emotional stuff, but he was going to make sure Adrian didn’t want for anything again.
Adrian slipped his arms around him, squeezed him and then pulled back enough to look at him, pushing against the force of Kane's hand just enough to be able to look him in the eye. "I only want you," he said firmly and while he didn't think Kane needed to hear it - it was pretty fucking obvious already that Adrian would still be there even if he was broke as fuck - it still felt important to say that to his face. He'd been picking up the pieces of his life already, slowly but surely, without Kane's help. He would have continued to do so, struggling to get back on his feet until he felt steady enough to stand on his own. Kane had already helped far more than Adrian had wanted from him and while the idea of being pampered was more than a little nice, he didn't want it to become a whole thing. "So stick around and make me happy."
In Kane’s opinion, so far he hadn’t helped Adrian all that much. He’d just made some phone calls, Adrian had earned that bag full of money. Kane knew he could make it without any help, especially since he had a pretty good paying job already, it was just a matter of time before he was financially comfortable again. Kane just wanted to spoil him, make him grin in that bashful way again. He would find opportunities to surprise him, he felt sure. “That was already the plan,” he replied with another grin. “I’m gonna try, anyway. Don’t think I ever made anybody happy before.” It was meant to be a light hearted comment, but Kane realized how that sounded a second later and winced slightly.