Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View When: Saturday Morning 7/14 Warning: NSFW Status: Complete part 2/2
Adrian wasn’t wrong -- pretty much everything he did aroused Kane. He was a sucker for him too, nobody else would be ‘taking advantage’ of him like this. Kane liked to think that was the case, anyway. He ran his fingers through Adrian’s hair as he moved, his chin tilting back to give him plenty of room, the lips against his neck sending tingles down the front of his body. “Yeah,” he breathed. He knew exactly what that felt like, and he flexed his fingers in Adrian’s hair for a few seconds like a demonstration. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me and I’ll beg you for more,” Kane murmured, his tone a little dreamy. He did have some limits, somewhere, he thought ... occasionally fantasizing about being eaten made those lines feel blurry. Kane of course didn’t want Adrian to really take bites out of him, but goddamn did it make his cock throb to think about sometimes.
Somewhere in the twilight state between dream and reality, Adrian had thought about what would happen if he'd go fully feral and need to run away from civilization to avoid hurting people again. In every one of those scenarios, he took Kane with him - willing or not. These were fantasies that were too dark to ever see the light of day, even in conversation, but he knew that even if he completely lost his human mind, he'd still see Kane as his. On some dark level he thought Kane would let him take him, he'd let him rip him to shreds if that was what Adrian wanted to do and in he found some sickening pleasure in the idea. It wasn't something he ever wanted to live to see, but the idea of it, the dream, it was tantalizing. "Whatever the fuck I want," he murmured, moving gracefully backwards and glancing up at Kane's serene face before he ducked down again to lick at his cock. "I just wanna do you."
Kane had never felt so intensely devoted to anyone or anything else, and he knew deep inside himself that as long as Adrian wanted him for anything at all, he would be there. Adrian was going to have to get rid of him on purpose. Maybe that made him a lovesick sucker, but Kane didn’t give a shit. He wanted this man with everything he had, and if that eventually led to his evisceration -- physical or emotional -- then so be it. At least he’d gotten to experience this. His lips parted as he watched Adrian’s tongue slide against his hot skin. Fuck, that first contact always felt divine. “Well, you’re very fucking good at that, so ... no complaints here.” Kane huffed softly and carded his fingers through Adrian’s hair again, his hips flexing just a bit, cock hungry for any and all attention.
Adrian was addicted to all the subtle little ways Kane reacted to him as much as he was to the obvious ones. He loved the taste of him too, the way his cock moved slightly under his tongue without him guiding it, like it had a mind of its own and was trying oh so hard to encourage him to do more. He didn't need encouragement, swiping his tongue languidly along the length of Kane's cock before guiding it into his mouth, closing his lips around it. He tasted so damn good, a faint smell of soap still lingering on his skin but mostly he just smelled natural and warm. In the back of his mind, Adrian knew the clock was ticking but he didn't need to check his phone to know they still had enough time. He wasn't on shift, he didn't have to run as soon as the alarm went off and they had at least an hour left. Still, he hated that there was a time restriction at all. He pushed the thought away, reminded himself that they had time and that he was coming back tonight, then focused on touching and tasting Kane, slowly bobbing his head to take him deeper.
Everything Adrian did looked almost as good as it felt, and Kane felt himself sliding deep into that hazy space where he didn’t have to think about anything, he just had to feel. And damn, there was a lot to feel. Adrian’s mouth was soft and pillowy, but the suction was firm and his tongue felt incredibly good on Kane’s cock. He knew why Adrian had resisted doing this for him in the beginning and understood it, but he was stupidly grateful now that he’d gotten comfortable with it. It always felt like a gift now, and strangely submissive a lot of the time -- Adrian was in control when he gave Kane head, with the most sensitive part of him between his teeth. Teeth that had actually torn human flesh. Kane wasn’t actively worried that his boyfriend would bite his dick off someday, but it fed into that dark-hot arousal in his gut that he couldn’t really speak about. Speaking wasn’t needed at the moment though, and Kane let his head fall back as his breathing started to get heavier, fingers of pleasure curling around his gut.
This was definitely not something Adrian wanted to do for just anyone but Kane had earned it and he found he loved doing it for him. It wasn't even a selfless act since he enjoyed it too, liked the feel of Kane's cock against his tongue and the way he felt like he could feel his reactions to every little thing he did. He also knew how good it felt to be on the receiving end and reveled in giving that to his lover. He was hard too now but in no rush to take care of himself. The arousal felt like a nice, warm weight in his belly and his cock and the lack of urgency let him focus on Kane. He hummed softly around his cock, glancing up at Kane to meet his eyes as he pulled back to toy with the head of his cock with his tongue - and god he loved that dopey-happy look on Kane's face.
“Fuck,” Kane breathed, drawing the word out with relish. His cock flexed against Adrian’s tongue, the eye contact sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through his gut. He ran his fingers through Adrian’s hair, fingers flexing gently here and there. His body felt restless, tension building in his hips. It felt kind of good to resist that urge to squirm and thrust against those gorgeous lips. Adrian’s mouth had captivated him from the very beginning, and seeing it playing so deliciously with his cock never failed to make him melt. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against Adrian’s cheekbone.
Adrian grinned at him and licked pointedly at the tip of his cock, pleased with the compliment. "So are you," he said earnestly because even if he hadn't fallen in love with Kane, he'd probably still have been drawn to him that night when they first kissed. He had undeniable, raw sexual energy that seemed to radiate from his good looking physical form. "My sexy man," Adrian added with a touch of that familiar possessive note in his voice. It truly felt like some of the emotions were bleeding over between his human and his monstrous self a little and that wasn't a bad thing. Balance in all things? If he could feel love as more than just a memory when his sense of self shifted, it could change everything.
Kane had never wanted to belong to anyone more, so the possessiveness only made him feel more wanted and sexy. He loved the way Adrian looked at him when the wendigo was in charge and he seemed the most possessive, like he wanted to devour him, and Kane related so much to that hunger, even if it scared him a little. They belonged to each other, in more ways than Kane could ever explain. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and let his head fall back against so he could just bask in the attention and pleasure Adrian was lavishing on him. He couldn’t keep completely still for too much longer, his hips starting to rock in time with the movements of Adrian’s head, like his body was starving for more. He already couldn’t wait for Adrian to come back later, already greedy for more when they’d just gotten started.
Without the eye contact, Adrian turned his full attention to what he was doing, slicking his fingers up with saliva and precum before taking Kane's cock back in his mouth and gently nudging his thighs further apart. He didn't know how much Kane wanted to do today, but he knew even the rubbing felt good and so that's what he did, tracing that sensitive area with his fingertips and getting the rim of his hole nice and slick so he could press a finger inside - just the tip, just to tease much like Kane had only teased him earlier. He loved the way he tightened around him almost immediately, knowing it was probably not a conscious decision. Bodies just reacted, and Adrian loved to make Kane's body react to him.
His legs spread further at Adrian’s prompting and he pulled one knee up to give him more room. Fresh pleasure immediately flashed through him at the penetration, and Kane let out a low groan, his hands still roaming restlessly over Adrian’s neck and shoulders. He squeezed the muscle there, his cock twitching between Adrian’s lips. He’d really planned on doing more of the giving before Adrian had to leave, but now that he was there being spoiled, it felt impossible to pull away from it. Kane shifted his hips in encouragement, wanting that teasing finger deeper, harder, more. Fuck, Adrian drove him so crazy with seemingly minimal effort, it was probably sad, but Kane couldn’t care. It all felt too good.
After everything that had gone down the night before it felt only right to spoil Kane, but that wasn't the sole reason Adrian was doing this. He fucking loved it, playing with Kane's body and getting him to make those sounds, it was damn near intoxicating all on its own and now he'd have something hot to think about when he was forced to hang out at a strip club with a dozen or so straight guys. He wouldn't hate being there, if the strippers were any good it was at least aesthetically pleasing but it was Cherries so he wasn't expecting much. Fantasies had done him a good service in the past and they'd probably help tonight, though he'd be restless to get back to Kane, that was for sure. He hadn't really intended on doing more than just this but the way Kane was moving was encouraging and he had said they were gonna get dirty again so he was quickly changing his mind. "Do you wanna get fucked?" he asked, brushing his lips lightly against Kane's cock as he spoke. He didn't want to take that for granted, Kane might feel more banged up than he looked so he'd needed to make sure.
Kane hadn’t been positive of what he wanted before, but Adrian’s talented mouth and fingers had sparked the need for that next level of closeness in him. There was a dumb animal part of him that shied away from the idea just a bit -- it was a vulnerable position to put himself in, and the night before had stung his ego -- but not enough to dampen Kane’s desire. The vulnerability was part of the appeal. After everything that had happened, he needed to be loved and feel connected. “Yeah,” he breathed, lifting his head again to look down at his lover. Kane stroked his fingers through Adrian’s hair and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Just ... be sweet about it?” he murmured. Kane felt a little sheepish asking, but even if the aches and pains in his body didn’t really bother him, there were deeper parts that were still tender. Most of the time he was more than happy to be rough with each other, but today he needed something gentler.
Adrian tilted his head into the touch, his gaze still on Kane. He thought he could pick up on there being vulnerability, at least he could imagine there was, and he had no desire to be rough right now. "Wouldn't have it any other way today," he murmured, replacing his lips with his hand to stroke Kane gently. "I said I was gonna love on you." He said it matter of factly, not wanting to make a big deal out of any feelings that might be involved. This was how he wanted it too; to just enjoy Kane's body and the closeness, make him feel good in his skin again. "You're so beautiful," he added in a quiet murmur and meant it, Kane looked gorgeous right now and the feel of his cock in Adrian's hand only made it better, that velvet skin reminding him of the softness underneath the hard exterior. "And you're mine." It sounded more awed than possessive this time, but Adrian still felt possessive of him, it was just gentler than it had been the night before.
Being ‘beautiful’ still felt like a foreign concept to Kane, but when Adrian looked at him and touched him like that, he definitely felt attractive, at least to his man. What else mattered, really? Adrian wanted to possess him just as much as Kane wanted to be possessed, and it felt so fucking good to finally have that. “I am,” Kane confirmed in a low murmur, his heavy-lidded eyes ticking between Adrian’s hand and his face. After a moment he pulled lightly on the back of Adrian’s neck. “C’mere and kiss me,” he whispered. Kane was ready to feel more of Adrian’s body against his, to get tangled up with him and make each other feel good. After the night they’d had, they both probably needed to be loved on.
"You tell me you wanna stop and I'll stop," Adrian murmured as he moved up to do as Kane asked, more than happy to oblige. He still felt the need to put that out there, worried he might hurt Kane and - knowing him - that he'd just bite back on it and ride the discomfort. "Ask me anything you want," he added, not wanting to sound too coddling or protective, but he felt it and maybe that was all the more reason for them to have sex - to remind him Kane wasn't going to break just because he'd had a bad night. His man could take a beating, Adrian just didn't want to put that to the test today. He settled down with one knee between Kane's thighs, keeping his weight mostly on his legs as he leaned down to kiss him and rub their bodies together.
“Just want you,” Kane murmured before their lips met. He wrapped his arms around Adrian’s body and hitched one leg up higher on his hip, hungry for that skin to skin contact. In spite of his injuries he didn’t feel physically fragile, it was more that he knew Adrian could push him off an emotional cliff if he wanted to. It meant more to Kane than he could express that he could trust Adrian not to do that -- this side of him, at least. Kane kissed him, soft but deep, exploring his mouth while he ran his hands up and down the planes and curves of his back. Adrian was so fucking beautiful, and Kane loved every inch of his body, scars and all. His gut was feeling hotter now, that need for closeness getting more demanding. “Lube’s ...” Kane mumbled, then just gestured toward the nightstand.
"I know," Adrian murmured contently but he still took his time to kiss Kane for a little longer, rubbing against him and savoring the heat of his body. He felt like he could linger there all day, but he didn't have all day so eventually he broke the kiss and stretched over Kane to reach the lube. "I just wanna bask in you," he sighed contently, his arousal at that weighty and warm level where he didn't feel a rush to do anything about it. "Let's not do a god damn thing tomorrow except lie in bed, okay?" He nuzzled Kane's cheek as he flicked the bottle open and then pulled back to slick up his fingers.
Kane kissed at his chest and collarbones while Adrian reached over him, nostrils flaring as he inhaled his man’s scent. Adrian smelled like his soap, of course, but there was that warm layer underneath it that was entirely his own. Kane couldn’t get enough of it. He huffed softly, his eyes drifting over Adrian’s body while he got lube on himself. “Sounds like a plan,” he murmured, very on board to have that sort of an indulgent day. Kane reached to curl his fingers around Adrian’s wrist. “Just give me your cock,” he whispered. Kane’s body was adapting to doing this more often, and he wasn’t in the mood to be patient through a bunch of warmup with Adrian’s fingers. Any pain would fade fast, and he wanted their bodies close.
Adrian did take a few seconds to add more lube to his fingers and slick Kane up as well, giving him a teasing smile. "I was trying to be sweet about it," he murmured between kisses but he didn't take too much time on that, just as hungry to be inside Kane as Kane seemed to be to have him inside him. He did go slow with that though, to be sweet of course but mostly because he was eager to revel in it, the way it felt to give Kane's body give way to him and go from pushing him out to pulling him in. He let out an unsteady moan as he did, struggling a bit with keeping his gaze on Kane. He half wanted to ask him if it was okay but being sweet didn't mean he needed to coddle him and Kane looked just fine.
Sometimes it was nice to have a little bite in the sweetness, and the sting from Adrian’s cock spreading him open felt perfect to Kane. He kept his arms firmly around him to hold him close, his knees pressing into Adrian’s sides. The pressure felt good within seconds, and a shift of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. Kane let out a low groan close to Adrian’s lips. That bit of hurt melted quickly into a needy feeling in his gut, and Kane moved one hand to firmly squeeze the back of Adrian’s neck. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispered hotly. Adrian seemed to feel the same, that pleasure-tremor in his moan made Kane’s balls throb sweetly. Even when he was the one being pampered, he loved to hear Adrian’s pleasure.
"No, you," Adrian whispered back but there was a flicker of a grin there at the mere idea of either of them being perfect. They were so flawed and messy, but they were kinda perfect for each other it seemed. Right now they did feel like they were; their bodies aligned, sparks of pleasure mirrored between them. Adrian just wanted to bask in the feeling. He stretched to kiss Kane again, gently wrapping his slick hand around his cock, loose for now so as to not overwhelm him or make him come too fast. They might not have all the time in the world but that didn't mean he wanted to rush. He nipped gently on Kane's lower lip as he slowly rolled his hips against him, letting the pleasure wash over them like he could feel Kane's too.
Perfection was relative -- Kane just couldn’t have even dreamed being with someone could feel this good and right and like exactly what he wanted. Everybody had their shit, and maybe their current situation wasn’t completely ideal, but that didn’t seem to matter enough to make Adrian any less appealing. They would figure all of that shit out, if they ended up having a future together. It felt so tantalizingly possible sometimes, like he could feel it just beyond the tips of his fingers. Right then in the present, all that mattered to Kane was that deep feeling of connection and how much he loved feeling surrounded by this man. He moved his own hips with Adrian’s, drawing him in deeper as he whimpered a little into the kiss. He both wanted to fuck that hand around him and didn’t ... he wanted to do some of that basking Adrian had mentioned too.
Adrian wanted to touch him all over, wrap himself around him like a damn octopus and cling to every inch of skin he could reach. He'd never felt so addicted to another human being, hadn't ever known he could feel this strongly about someone to the point where he almost felt like a psychopath about it. The depth of his pleasure now was like the depth of his attraction to Kane, almost too much and not enough at the same time, like he needed to get deeper and closer in every way. "I love you," he whispered against his lips. "I want you." I want to lose myself in you. He changed his angle just a bit and let the soft sounds he was coaxing out of Kane go through him like another form of stimulus, tickling something deep inside him that was a bit darker than he cared to admit.
Those soft affirmations went right to the heart of what Kane had been yearning for over many long and lonely years. It was kind of amazing the big feelings that such simple words could call up, and his breath caught in his throat as emotion swelled behind his ribs. Was being in love such an explosive feeling for everyone in the world? Kane didn’t know, just that Adrian made him feel fit to burst from multiple parts of his body. “I love you too,” he moaned unsteadily back. Kane’s breathing was getting heavier, soft grunts and groans escaping him, the rocking of Adrian’s hips twisting the knot of pleasure in his stomach tighter and tighter. He hitched his knees higher and slid his fingers up into the back of Adrian’s hair, clutching at him wherever he could.
Adrian still had his doubts and insecurities on a day to day basis, but it was amazing how they just disappeared during these times with Kane. He never felt as self assured and comfortable as he did when they were having sex - not when human at least - but Kane just brought it out in him. There was no room for doubt when he could feel Kane's love like a physical thing enveloping him and pushing away the negative thoughts. Kane loved him, he had no doubts about that now, and he couldn't even pretend to deny that he loved him back. He let their bodies do the talking for now, moving against Kane and giving him room to breathe by trailing his kisses to his neck, biting gently into the flesh there. The air felt thick and almost suffocating and it only pulled him further into the roiling depths of his arousal.
It would’ve made Kane happy to know that Adrian could feel his love just as viscerally as the other way around. He questioned himself and his own perception sometimes, whether he was actually picking up on how Adrian felt and not just projecting what he wanted ... but it was hard to doubt any of it when they were so close like this. Adrian’s teeth at his neck sent cascades of tingles down to mix with the hot feelings in his lower belly, and drew more helpless moans out of him. Kane let himself get lost in all of it for a while, running his hands over Adrian’s body while he rocked his hips to meet Adrian’s thrusts, that teasing friction from Adrian’s hand making him leak precum. It all felt so good and like it was washing away any lingering mental dirt from the night before. Adrian loved and wanted him, and he was taking care of Kane in more ways than he probably even knew.
They had such a perfect give and take balance between them and in the moment Adrian felt like he had both. He felt possessive and in charge, but at the same time possessed and easily steered. Kane had him wrapped around his finger, but Adrian could say the same for himself. At the same time it was like neither of them was ever in charge, like they were both being flung down a dangerous river with nothing to do but cling to each other and hope it didn't end in a crash. He paid attention to Kane's signals as best as he could, not letting his own pleasure drown out any sense he had and eventually he tightened his hold on his cock and started stroking Kane in time with his thrusts. The lube wasn't even necessary anymore, everything felt wet and slick with Kane's precum and this was exactly what Adrian had in mind when he said he wanted to get dirty again. "You gonna come for me soon?" he growled against Kane's neck, his breath hot and rapid against his skin.
Maybe it had just been an illusion born from living so isolated and in a rut, but Kane had felt so much more in control of his life before he’d laid eyes on Adrian. There was so much going on now that he couldn’t predict, much less control. And the weird thing was, he was okay with that. Excited for it, even. He’d been unstable before, but without people around he trusted to catch him, and it was making all the difference in the world. The sex they had mirrored how wild they were for each other, the power struggle that wasn’t actually that much of a struggle, and just how tuned into one another they were. Adrian tightened his grip just as Kane felt like he was about to unravel with restless need, and his hips bucked at just how good that pressure felt. “Yeah,” he gasped, shuddering underneath Adrian’s taut body. Kane slid his hands down to grip his ass, loving the way the muscle felt as it worked under his palms. “Jus’ don’t stop -- bite me, I’m yours ...”
"Yeah you are," Adrian groaned and those words meant so damn much to him on so many levels, some less so sweet than others. He could feel that possessiveness churn underneath the love and the lust and he really didn't know what would happen to that energy if he lost Kane. He wasn't afraid of that right now, awash in emotions and happy chemicals as he fucked Kane deeper and harder, his face buried against his neck once more and his teeth leaving marks on his skin. "You're mine," he exhaled, the words muffled but audible, their meaning clear even if they hadn't been. Kane belonged to him, skin, bones and all, just like he belonged to Kane. He'd thought only one person in the world could quell that monster inside of him and he'd been wrong.
It was all perfect, from the pounding of Adrian’s cock to the sting from his teeth to the words and the grip around Kane’s burning erection ... he couldn’t hold out for another minute. That was the goal anyway, but Kane was still compelled to savor every second of these moments. After all, who knew when it would all be ripped away from him? How could something feel so strong and so fragile at the same time? He wasn’t in the position to analyze it however, as his orgasm slammed into him. Kane’s eyes rolled back and he lost all control of himself, barking out a cry and almost convulsing under Adrian with ecstasy. His dick jerked and throbbed in his lover’s hand, his body clenching hard around that deliciously relentless cock, and Kane lost all sense of anything but pleasure for a few sweet moments.
All of it was enough to bring Adrian rapidly to his own completion just when he'd felt like he had it all under control. It was hard not to give in and let go with all that stimulation and Kane was just too damn sexy when he climaxed. For a few seconds there Adrian didn't even have to move to get the friction he needed, he just needed to cling to Kane and enjoy the way his body clenched around him, squeezing his orgasm right out of him. It could have been second, it could have been eternity, for a moment in time they existed outside of time and Adrian's whole existence was just their two bodies intertwined and throbbing together. "Fuck I love you," he groaned when he felt like his senses were at least half way returned and he could catch his breath again; the present moment the room they were in swimming back into existence around him. He had the brief worry that maybe it had all been too much, that Kane was too sore from last night for all of this, but fuck it. That was Kane's decision to make and not his and as Adrian pushed himself up to look at him, he looked more than just fine.
There was nothing like that bliss, and Kane was completely hooked on the way being in love made it so much better. Adrian’s orgasm seemed to only feed his own, and he clung helplessly to his lover as they rode it out together. He felt floaty and boneless by the time their breaths were slowing down, and his eyes stayed closed for a few seconds after Adrian lifted his head. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” Kane mumbled. He forced his lids open just a crack to drink in that beautiful face. As his legs relaxed as much as they could against Adrian’s hips, Kane slipped one hand down to brush his fingers over his lover’s face, arching his neck to steal another kiss. Part of him already felt whiny that Adrian had to leave for any stretch of time, he was greedy for him and wanted to stay tangled up like this for the rest of the day and night. There was also a whisper of jealous anxiety in him -- Adrian was going to a bachelor party. It sounded like it was going to be a bunch of really straight guys, but ... still.
"Yeah?" Adrian breathed, giving him a dopey little smile. "You need me?" he asked playfully, the words drawn out like a playground mockery. "Want me? Love me?" It was a childish kind of taunt and he tittered softly before kissing Kane, knowing full well the answer to all of those was yes. "You're all I want," he murmured against his lips even if he had no reason to suspect Kane had any reason to be jealous. It was hard to imagine he had any kinds of insecurities, especially when it came to other men whisking Adrian away from him. It felt like such an obvious thing that Adrian was his alone. "I don't wanna move," he added, even if this wasn't the most comfortable position for either of them to fully relax in, he still wanted to stay right where he was, enjoy the heat from Kane's body a little longer, be inside him for just a few more minutes.
Kane hummed some affirmative sound into the kiss, even if Adrian didn’t really need the confirmation. He was completely crazy about him, and it felt just as obvious to him as it did to Adrian. Something happy fluttered in his chest to hear that he was all Adrian wanted. Kane might never fully understand his own appeal, but he was learning to just be happy it existed at all. “Don’t then,” he murmured, giving Adrian a lazy little squeeze with all of his limbs. “Stay forever.” He quirked a tiny smile and brushed his thumb over the scar on Adrian’s temple. “Don’t go falling for some hot dude stripper now,” he drawled lightly. Kane didn’t even know if they had guys stripping at Cherries, but he’d been in some places with both genders available to dance. There was probably more to worry about from the group of guys he was going with, even if that too was a miniscule worry. “They just flirt for tips, you know.”
Adrian had to laugh because the idea of there being a male stripper at Cherries - tonight of all nights - was kind of hilarious. "I'm not sure if this means much to you, but my sister is marrying into the Lucas family," he murmured. "If there was a male stripper..." He sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head then grinned a little mischievously. "Lucky for you." As if he'd be into that in the first place. It'd have to be a hell of a guy to get him interested in a gyrating half naked stranger and he doubted there'd be some winning personality at Cherries. "I know it's hard for you to believe, but I'm picky," he murmured a beat later, not interested in making Kane squirm right now. "Very, very picky," accentuated with little kisses between the words.
It wasn’t like Kane could really say shit about it if Adrian did have a wild night with a stripper, considering he hadn’t broken things off with Brianna yet. He knew it would drive him crazy though, even if that made him a hypocrite. “Yeah I know ‘em,” he muttered with a low chuckle, smiling against Adrian’s lips. He’d never been friends with any of them, but pretty much everyone in town knew the Lucases. He rubbed his hands against Adrian’s back and nudged their noses together. “You just got weird taste then,” he snickered. “But I ain’t complainin’.” He kissed Adrian’s lips a couple more times. “Have fun, just be careful, watch your back. People are stupid. Call me if you need a ride, yeah?”
"Yeah," Adrian all but purred and there was nothing wrong with calling an uber, he just had to hope none of the other guys would squeeze in for a ride too or be really sneaky about leaving. It had been a while since he went anywhere where there was wild drinking going on but he had a feeling things might get rowdy tonight. "Don't be too bored without me," he teased. "But don't have too much fun, I want another round with you tonight." It wasn't his to dictate what Kane did with his free time but just like Kane, he hated the idea of him getting with someone else and no matter how hard he was trying not to be jealous, he couldn't help that dumb feeling sticking around. "And I may have weird taste but I don't have bad taste," he chided him gently. "So remember that."
“Uh huh,” Kane chuckled, not sounding very convinced. It felt like a lighthearted denial though -- who was he to make a judgment on Adrian’s taste in men? He knew what kind of gravitational pull this thing between them had. They were locked together by so much more than some random hookup attraction. “Good luck wrangling the groom,” he murmured with a little half smile. “He best be on good behavior with his future brother in law chaperoning.” Kane didn’t think he’d ever heard about a bachelor party where the groom didn’t end up overdoing it in one way or another. He hoped Mila was understanding. “And he better not let any of his dumb friends give you any shit, either.” Adrian had been living in the closet a long time, it was highly unlikely the party boys were going to figure anything out, but knowing that didn’t eliminate that hot coal of protectiveness in his chest.
"Why would they give me shit?" Adrian asked in a chuckle, slowly pulling out so he could get a bit more comfortable with the time they had left. "If they did, he'll probably be too drunk to do anything about it but I can hold my own." There was also an unwritten rule that what happened at bachelor parties stayed there, even if he was the bride's brother. Thankfully he wasn't worried Aaron was about to give him a secret to keep, it was hard to imagine him doing anything too bad, though Adrian knew better than to paint people with too broad of a brush. "If they're mean to me, I'll call you," he teased. "You can come shake them up for me or growl at them."
Kane shifted around with him until they were settled more comfortably, then gave him a little headbutt. “You think I’m joking, watch me come make a scene if you need me,” he grumbled with a little huff. Kane wouldn’t hesitate to go anywhere to set a bitch straight on his man’s behalf. He didn’t doubt that Adrian could defend himself if he needed to, the very idea of him needing to made Kane feel crazy and violent inside. He was sure this night would turn out fine, all the focus on Aaron and partying, and no reason to question anything about Adrian’s private life. Worry wasn’t always rational, though. Kane just had to live with it and keep his phone close by in case Adrian called. “Nah but I do want you to have a good time,” he murmured, planting a couple of kisses against Adrian’s jaw. “Just save some energy for me.”
"It's not my bachelor party," Adrian reminded him but that in itself was an agreement. He had no interest in expending too much energy elsewhere, not when he could get this with Kane. He sure as hell wasn't going to go wild tonight, thinking more of himself as someone who could look out for those brutes who'd probably all drink too much while he couldn't really drink at all. The plan was to be the responsible one, he just hadn't quite figured out how to dodge the questions about why the hell he wasn't drinking - he even considered faking it, just to skate by. He ducked his head to nuzzle it under Kane's chin, kissing his chest gently. "I'll save lots of energy for you, don't worry."
He closed his eyes and carded his fingers through Adrian’s hair. What if it was his bachelor party? Would he let loose and have a wild night? Adrian having a bachelor party would mean they were getting married, and that was kind of a weird thought to Kane. He didn’t hate it, which was surprising all by itself. He also wasn’t dumb enough to breathe a word about it out loud, because it was crazy and not happening. He kissed Adrian’s temple instead and flexed fingers in his hair, making himself refocus on how good it felt to have him close. He could look forward to Adrian coming back to him later on. An idea to have something special waiting on him suddenly popped into Kane’s head. “I’ll be lookin’ forward to it,” he murmured. “I love you.”
"Yeah, you better not change your mind about that while I'm gone," Adrian told him. "It's only a few hours." For a moment he was badly reminded of how his last bachelor party had been supposed to be one weekend and he'd been gone for years but that wasn't an association he wanted with this one. They weren't even leaving town, damn it. But in Point Pleasant they didn't really need to go anywhere to have a terrible night. He had to believe it'd be okay or he'd never go anywhere ever again. Tonight was bound to bring back memories and he was determined to not let it ruin his good time. "I love you too," he murmured, focusing on that instead, on the fact that Kane's body was warm and real against his own, his fingers in his hair soothing and comforting.
“Dunno if you noticed, but I’m a stubborn sonofabitch,” Kane pointed out with a low chuckle. “Not a chance of that shit.” He wasn’t going to be changing his mind on loving Adrian for a good long while, it felt like, if ever. Probably ever. Even if they ended up at each other’s throats again in a bad way, he didn’t think he’d ever shake that gut wrenching sense of connection. The shape of it might morph and evolve again, but he and Adrian were tied together for life. Kane laid still and quiet for a comfortable few moments, idly stroking Adrian’s thick hair while he enjoyed the closeness too. “I used to dream about this,” he finally murmured. “Being with somebody again. Nothin’ I ever came up with comes close to you.”
"Exceeding your fantasy?" Adrian murmured and pulled back enough to give Kane a little smile. "That sounds like a lot of pressure. You're lucky, I completely gave up on my dreams of love. You were like... a complete surprise." He barely remembered the kind of dreams he'd had about relationships, right now all he really remembered were the sexual fantasies and the idea of actually coming home to someone. He was so close to that one becoming reality, they might not live together but so close. "I remember... trying people on in my mind when I was younger. Everyone I met it was like, I wonder what it'd be like to date him. To think I probably would have been intimidated by you back then." He wasn't about to say Kane wasn't scary at all because he was, just not to Adrian. Not anymore.
Kane blew some air between his lips and chuckled, rubbing his thumb against the big muscle in the back of Adrian’s neck. He’d been a tough and angry young man, molded that way by his father, and he’d gotten into lots of fights, so maybe Adrian wasn’t wrong about what he would’ve thought of Kane back in the day. “Dunno if I’d call it fantasy, more like ... depressed yearning,” he murmured, gazing at Adrian’s face, his lips still curved slightly upward. “You prob’ly woulda hated me in my late teens, early twenties -- I was an even bigger asshole, if you can believe it.” He chuckled low again. “I only really thought about fucking people before I was in the service, you know? ... What were you like? Before everything.” He brushed his fingers gently over Adrian’s temple scar.
"Oh no, introspection," Adrian groaned and tittered a bit. None of what Kane said really surprised him and love often seemed to have way more to do with the right timing than it did the right person. In their case the timing had been weird and their history together was fraught with madness, and yet here they were. "Let's see - what was I like. Probably entitled as shit." He grinned, not sure what he'd really been like; he hadn't been that self aware back then and he probably still wasn't. "More carefree, way more... I guess... Less considerate? I learned a lot when I became a nurse but there were a lot of things I didn't really understand that I actually get today. I liked pranking people, even when it pissed them the fuck off. Now I can't even imagine doing it at all, like it could bring up some PTSD shit or phobias and you don't even know it. Except Aaron. We're gonna absolutely fucking traumatize him today." It felt good to end on a lighter note, something funny, like talking about the past was a little too depressing.
It was depressing, and Kane couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t carrying around some kind of trauma. The abuse in his childhood had begun early, and it just piled up and piled up the older he got, like it did for a lot of people. He’d definitely been happier and lighter pre-puberty, before his reaping began. The way kids could compartmentalize things was amazing sometimes. Kane liked thinking of Adrian as a devil-may-care younger man though, cocky and handsome and pulling pranks on his friends, and probably Mila. He’d probably been the kind of big brother Kane wished he’d been -- a terror, but involved and loving and protective at the same time. He grinned at the last part and didn’t try to dwell on the differences or how shitty things had become for them later in life. “Yeah? What you got planned?” he asked instead.
"I'm getting a couple of deputies to pick him up and then we're pretending to throw him off a cliff for a bungee jump. If it goes well it'll be scary but hilarious." If it didn't go well it'd be... fucking awful, but Adrian had to hope things would be golden. It kind of felt like that kind of day to him, like things would go just fine. Even if it was wishful thinking, hope could sometimes carry things like that. "We're gonna get him so drunk first, he won't know what way will be which and we'll spin him around and blindfold him and shit." He tittered, the idea tickling him in ways that made him feel like his old self, if only for brief moments here and there. "Don't judge me, you're supposed to be mean to bachelors."
He looked practically impish and it made Kane’s grin widen. “No judgment here, baby,” he drawled, drifting his fingers through Adrian’s hair again. “Mischief looks good on you. Just don’t let him break his neck or cheat on the bride, those’re the only rules I know.” He didn’t know Aaron personally, but Kane doubted he was the cheating kind, or Adrian wouldn’t like him so much. A bunch of drunk guys could get out of hand pretty easily, but hopefully this group would behave. Adrian was probably used to dealing with drunk idiots in the ER all the time. Kane squinted one eye at him a little and half-smiled again. “Wait, which deputies?” He realized he wasn’t exactly sure what Bailey’s rank was on the force, which probably made him an asshole, but a lot of things did. He didn’t think she would play along with such shenanigans, but now he was curious.
"Kenneth and Morris," Adrian replied with a quizzical note in case Kane knew them. "Well, Morris is state, not local. I know him from the hospital." Know was a strong word, it was more like he knew a guy who knew a guy but connections were strong in his field of work so finding a couple of cops had been easy. Adrian was pretty sure they were happy to fake-arrest a Lucas while they were at it so everyone got what they wanted. "No breaking necks and no cheating," he agreed. "Just arresting, harassing and half naked ladies for the groom to stare at." Kane would probably like that, he thought, while Adrian wasn't sure he would enjoy that kind of thing even if he was straight. Naked bodies were just naked bodies and the fake-sexy didn't do much for him. "So, were you into pranking people way back when? Not sure you're the type."
Kane gave a vague shake of his head to indicate he didn’t know those guys. If Bailey had said their names, he’d immediately forgotten them. She didn’t really talk about work with him though, so it was unlikely. He didn’t trust cops all that much not to be raging dickheads, but he trusted Adrian’s judgment. As for the strip club, Kane had been in enough of them that any real titillation had worn off quite a long time ago. The girls could be beautiful and talented dancers, but it was all so fake and hollow. Maybe he was just getting old. “Nah, not besides stupid locker room shit like snappin’ towels and trying to trick freshmen into putting Icy Hot on their balls.” He huffed a bit and shook his head at what morons teenage boys were. “What do you even think when you see a great pair of tits?” he asked Adrian, one brow quirking up. “Outside of work, of course. I respect your professionalism.” Kane smirked.
"Impressive?" Adrian said and quirked a brow at him. "Does everything that's beautiful turn you on? What about a painting or a sculpture or whatever, you can think it's beautiful and not wanna fuck it. A great pair of tits doesn't do anything for me, but I can look - respectfully - when they look really good and are all in your face, you know. Doesn't work to make me stupid though." He grinned again. "Not like you." The potential for a double meaning there didn't even hit him until the words were out and while he hadn't meant to imply Kane got stupid around women's breasts, that interpretation was kind of hilarious. "You make me stupid," he clarified in a soft murmur and planted a little kiss on Kane's chin. "Don't ever put Icy Hot anywhere near my balls though."
“Naw, your balls are far too precious to me,” he murmured with a titter. Kane slipped a hand down to grope Adrian and stole his lips for a second. “You make me stupid too. Like ... way more stupid than tits ever made me.” He snickered softly and gave Adrian’s bottom lip a nibble. He couldn’t deny that he’d embodied some of those bad male stereotypes here and there throughout the years, but he felt like he’d grown out of a lot of that shit. Kane wanted more than just a gorgeous pair of boobs in his face, and he’d never gotten this much back from anyone he’d ever remotely been with. “I have seen some sculptures I would fuck, though, now that you mention it,” Kane added with a titter. “Some of those Greek dudes had incredible asses, you know?”
It did feel dumb to be happy to outshine a pair of great tits but then Adrian had admitted Kane made him feel stupid so there was no real harm there. "Okay, that's fair, statues can be really hot, but imagine a sculpture, not a person or anything, just something fantastic that makes you feel inspired or just appreciative even. And no, it's not phallic." He laughed again, though now he was thinking of phallic sculptures and how one would go about fucking statues. "See? We're stupid together," he murmured happily. "It's been too damn long since I got to be stupid with someone."
“All stupid is welcome here, I got tons of it,” Kane murmured back, a goofy sort of grin on his face. He rarely felt like being silly in his normal life, but Adrian seemed to be able to draw it out of him like magic. It was that buoyant, bubbly feeling of being in love, he guessed, and being safe with someone who wasn’t going to think he was less of A Man if he laughed too much or made dumb jokes. Even though he didn’t know how to put it into words, he hoped Adrian felt the same with him -- safe to be who he was. Because Kane loved every part of him he’d seen so far, including the goofy asshole prankster. “I get it, though ... aesthetically beautiful but it doesn’t get your dick hard.” Kane couldn’t imagine seeing a hot naked woman and having zero sexual interest, but that’s what made him bisexual, he supposed. He was much more interested in the hot naked man in bed with him though, and Kane rolled to play-tackle Adrian onto his back, nuzzling and nipping at his neck.
"You get it? I think everything gets your dick hard," Adrian said and wound his arms around him with a fresh bout of laughter at the sudden pouncing. This kind of thing definitely did get his dick hard under most circumstances but he was pretty well sated at the moment so it was just fun. He tilted his head to give Kane all the room he wanted to toy with his neck, pushing up against him playfully. He had no reason to think that of course, other than Kane being bi - which would probably be horribly prejudiced if he actually meant it. Then again, Kane had said he would fuck a statue so maybe Adrian wasn't too off mark. "How would you fuck a statue, anyway?" he murmured. "I mean specifically fuck it. Those asses are literally rock hard."
“Everything about you gets my dick hard,” he countered, the words a bit muffled in Adrian’s neck. Kane loved the sensation of him pushing back against the tackle, it always itched something deeply primal in his brain. It made him want to wrestle and pin Adrian down and kiss and lick and bite him all over. The question made him snicker as he climbed on top of Adrian to settle some weight on him. “Guess you’d need some kinda drill first?” he suggested, amused. “Or just rub all up on it -- what do they call that? Frothage?” Kane didn’t think it was that, but maybe it was close. He got a very undignified mental picture of climbing up onto a statue pedestal to hump a marble Greek ass until he came, and it made him laugh again.
"Don't go drilling holes into art, please," Adrian said with feigned exasperation that wouldn't have sounded convincing if he wasn't half-wheezing with laughter at that same thought. "Frottage probably wouldn't feel all that good, or ... I don't know. Some of that marble is real smooth." He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut again as he gave into the laughter. "Don't let this awaken anything in you, jesus christ." He wasn't even sure if he was talking to Kane or himself - probably both. There were definitely people out there who got off on statues, he just wasn't dying to become one of them. "I'd suggest riding one instead but most of the real classy ones don't have that kinda dicks." He peeked up at Kane, wondering if he was wrong about that. Kane might not know either, it wasn't like either of them was an art connoisseur.
Kane couldn’t even think of an occasion where he’d be in an art museum, much less with a drill and enough privacy to get away with such a thing, so all of this was ridiculous, but it was funny. They could be stupid together, like Adrian said. It was pretty awesome. “You’re puttin’ way more thought into this than I did,” Kane teased, tittering as he nudged Adrian’s jaw with the bridge of his nose. “I was just admiring shapely asses.” He reached down to grope Adrian’s shapely ass and planted a kiss on his lips. “Now I just need somebody to do a statue of you so i can fuck it when you’re not here,” he murmured, then snickered again. “You think that was like history’s version of sending nudes? Send a statue?”
At this point Adrian was nearly giggling and he squirmed a little under Kane, then stole another kiss from him. "I'll just have to be here more often, the whole statue thing sounds like a lot of work," he said and putting thought into it all just made it funnier so he was happy to indulge in that. Sex was fantastic, but he had never laughed like this with someone he was so intimate with and it felt like a whole other level of feelings he hadn't realized he was so starved for. "Could make just a small statue - like a bust, but a butt instead," he said and jovially clamped his lips together. "Lot less work, probably cheaper, could keep it on your coffee table. I'll name it, 'Behold, my butt'."
That made Kane laugh from his gut and he briefly pressed their cheeks together. He’d seen silicone sex toys that were just disembodied asses and hips and genitals, and Kane had always thought they were kind of creepy. He would fuck something that looked like a big flashlight, but half of a woman’s torso? That was weird. And yet he wanted a marble rendering of Adrian’s ass that he could definitely keep on the coffee table. “I’ll cherish it forever,” he promised, his cheeks a little sore from all the grinning. “And promise to clean all my cum off of it, I’ll keep it real nice.” Kane snorted and peppered Adrian’s face with a few kisses. “Speaking of ... we getting clean again?” He wasn’t really in any hurry to leave the bed, but they were both messy and sticky.
The clock was ticking and Adrian sighed softly at the thought they were running out of time - but also just to release the last of that laughter that seemed to want to bubble up continuously. "Yeah, let's get clean. I can't go to a bachelor party smelling like sex," he murmured, but didn't let go of Kane just yet, wanting more of those little kisses and maybe a giggle or two. "You know they have those kits where you can make a dildo that's like your cock? Maybe they do asses too. We'll look into it." He was absolutely joking, but it was a hilarious idea and he was all about the funny right now. It was good too, then he'd leave here in the right state of mind to go torture Aaron a little. "I'd say I'd want your dick as well but I'd rather have the real thing."
Adrian got what he wanted as Kane tittered, tucking his face in against Adrian’s neck again for a moment. He was just picturing Adrian carefully lowering his ass into a bucket of melted silicone or whatever got used to make the cast. It gave him a little gigglefit, and he lovingly nipped at the top of Adrian’s shoulder with a low hum. “You can still say you want my dick, I don’t mind,” he teased, lifting his face again. Kane grinned at Adrian, then kissed him a couple more times. “And you come get it anytime you want. I got cock on call, for you.” He gave another amused huff and relaxed more of his weight down against Adrian, compelled to squish him for a second before they had to move. Kane already wanted the night to be over and Adrian back in his arms, but he could be patient. He hoped he could, anyway.
It felt stupidly good to be crushed with love like that and Adrian relaxed into it too, idly stroking Kane's sides and sighing contently. "Got cock on call," he murmured like it was some divine revelation and it felt like his mouth was just permanently etched into a smile right now. "Ass too, yeah? Too greedy?" Considering he'd just had Kane's ass he knew what the answer was but at this point he was just saying something just to say something, liking the lazy banter and sweet promises. "Feels kinda like a package deal, you know?" He was torn at this point, wanting to get up before the alarm went off so he didn't need to hear it bitch at him but also wanting to just lie there for as long as possible.
“A package deal on packages,” Kane agreed and tittered again. He couldn’t remember ever being this giggly with any other lover -- and even then, probably not with anyone except the buddies in high school he’d gotten stoned with all the time. Kane couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered, however. Adrian obviously didn’t care, and it felt so goddamn good to laugh with someone. “I told you I’m all yours,” he added in a murmur as he nuzzled Adrian some more. He just smelled so nice and Kane wanted to keep him in bed with him forever. There was no question in his mind that if Adrian showed up or texted him randomly, wanting Kane’s body, he would say yes. Kane squashed and kissed him for a bit longer, then sighed and reluctantly started to pull away. “C’mon, let’s get you decent again, I guess.”
"I don't wanna be decent," Adrian told him with as much sulk as he could muster in his current good mood and he moved with Kane to press a few, wet kisses on his chest. "I wanna be indecent with you." He did want to go and make sure Aaron had an epic bachelor party too though so he shifted around to sit up, stealing another kiss from Kane as he did so. "Be indecent with me tonight," he murmured, cupping Kane's neck gently. "Give me something to look forward to." This whole thing was unusually light for them but it felt damn good, their love tended to be heavy and dark and all consuming, having moments like these made it all feel more real and more precious somehow.
Kane lingered on his knees on the bed for that kiss, one of his hands braced against Adrian’s thigh. The choice of words made him think again of giving Adrian a lapdance when he came home, and the little flutter of nerves in his stomach felt kind of nice. “Oh I’ll be indecent,” he assured Adrian, grinning lazily against his lips. Kane nipped lightly at the bottom one. “Come home to me and we’ll do shit that’s banned in half the country, that nasty shit you don’t want in your browsing history.” He gave a little growl and kissed Adrian solidly again, lingering there for another moment. At this rate Adrian was definitely going to be rushing, but the greedy, possessive part of Kane wanted to make him late, make him miss it all together. That was an asshole move though, so he pulled back and licked his lip before he moved to get up off the bed.
Adrian clutched his chest and gasped for comedic effect at just how nasty things were going to be - but if he was honest, anything he needed to delete from his browser history was kind of anything sexual at all, so by that standard, Kane could just mean a kiss. Adrian knew he didn't though and he also knew he was going to feel a little distracted today every time he thought about what all that could entail. It was a good thing he'd cleared his head a little by having sex already or he'd be completely useless until the party was over. When Kane rolled off the bed, he reluctantly followed him, patting his ass with appreciation before grabbing his hand to take a look at his arm. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly. It had been nice to not think about everything that had happened the night before, even if it was just for a little while, but he still felt the need to check in regularly.
He didn’t have any real solid nasty plans yet, just that he wanted to dance for Adrian and make a fool of himself. It wasn’t as scary a prospect as he would’ve thought, but that would be hours from now, so he’d have plenty of time to psych himself out about it. This was going to be the slowest-ass afternoon and evening he’d had in a while, he had a feeling. Kane let Adrian look at his bite as they shuffled toward the bathroom, and shrugged one shoulder. “Fine,” he said. “I mean, kinda woke up with a headache, but it’s gone now. You healed me with your dick. Best nurse in the world.” Kane flashed him a grin. The bite still looked pretty fresh, red and angry circles of teeth marks, but it wasn’t swollen too bad and it didn’t hurt like it was going to kill him, so Kane figured he would be okay.
"You just got the VIP treatment," Adrian promised him. "So don't expect me to go getting any awards - or arrested." He wasn't going around healing people with his magic dick, that was for sure. He looked Kane over a moment longer before letting him go to start up the shower. Even then his gaze lingered on Kane's backside, looking him over for more than the injuries. "Text me if you feel weird at all," he murmured. Cecilia had said the tea was supposed to work against any infections or curses that bite might cause but Adrian knew better than to trust her blindly, even if he didn't have much choice there. "Weirder than usual, I mean. Weird 'cause of-" he gestured to Kane's arm and smiled when he caught his eye again. "I'm allowed to fret, shut up."
Kane knew better than to think Adrian had sex with any of his patients, for healing or for fun, but it was nice to hear anyway. Even as a closeted gay man, he could have any kind of sexy social life he wanted, Kane was pretty sure ... gods knew he was attractive enough. But he seemed to only want Kane. It felt good. Weird and new, but good. Kane chuckled a bit at what Adrian said and reached up to ruffle his already-messy hair. “You’re allowed,” he agreed in a murmur. “And I will, promise. I’ll be alive and well when you get back.” Kane couldn’t always swear to that, but he felt pretty in the clear today, with this particular injury. Just another souvenir from Blackwater. He climbed into the shower. “And I’m allowed to, so ... text me if anybody gives you trouble and needs a beat down, yeah? I dunno what Aaron’s friends are like, but a group of drunk assholes can be dangerous.”
"I've handled my share of drunk assholes, on and off duty," Adrian said and he had a hard time imagining anything going that kind of badly tonight. Of course he didn't know Aaron's friends either, it wasn't like they'd been coming around in droves now that he was settled down with a pregnant fiancée, but Adrian was pretty sure he could handle himself. If he couldn't, he knew when to leave. "If someone is mean to me, I'll call you," he said anyway as he stepped in after Kane. "And you can come be my big, mean bodyguard." Unrealistic for sure considering he had no idea how to explain that to anyone but it was still a funny - and weirdly nice - fantasy. Kane was strong and Adrian was pretty sure he could avoid fights just by mean-mugging guys into backing off. As much as he didn't love violence, it was still sexy as fuck.
It wasn’t that Kane didn’t believe Adrian could handle himself. If the worst happened and a bunch of idiots who peaked in high school tried to hate crime him, the wendigo would probably come out anyway. His rational mind was sure that was highly unlikely, but nothing about his feelings about Adrian were rational. They seemed to have that in common. “I’m allowed to fret,” he murmured. He hooked his arm around Adrian’s waist to pull him in closer. “Shut up.” Kane quirked a little smile before he kissed him. He would go anywhere to be a big mean bodyguard if Adrian needed it, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be necessary tonight. He didn’t linger too long at Adrian’s mouth, aware they needed to actually get through this shower, and reached for the soap.