Adrian Moretti (theneedtofeed) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-11-06 13:02:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Castle View
When: Monday night, 7/16
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete part 1/2
Monday was busy as hell and with more people than Adrian had been expecting. How easy it was to forget how strong the community was when he didn't feel like he was a part of it anymore. But there it was, strong as ever, his mother's church friends giving him second hand things of various quality. In a way it felt a bit like blackmail because when he said he wasn't sure how he could ever repay any of it, his mother just gleefully told him he could pay it forward and come to church more often and show his gratitude to God. He had mixed feelings about all that now but he still managed to smile and nod and look happy, more than a little relieved when it was just him, his dad and Aaron left carrying furniture into his new apartment. It was late too, he'd had to work and they started late in the afternoon, talking to everyone took time and it felt strange to walk past Kane's apartment every time he did, heading toward a new door, pretending he hadn't been behind this one before.
They had some takeout on the battered little couch Adrian had received, his dad fussing about how his bed hadn't arrived on time and that he should go spend one more night at Mila's. Adrian told him the couch was more than fine, but he knew - and probably Aaron too - that he'd end up right down the hall tonight.
It was close to ten in the evening when Aaron drove Adrian's dad home and Adrian finally got to be alone. He let himself enjoy just that for a few minutes, walked around the apartment that wasn't as empty as he'd expected but close. It was hard to believe he lived here and he knew he wouldn't have much peace in the coming days. His mother had already 'threatened' to come around and get him better curtains since she wasn't a fan of the blinds that came with the place. That would just be the start of it, she'd probably bring her sewing machine over and revel in hanging out with him. The upside was, she was a morning person so she'd always leave early, giving him time to himself.
Once he felt done taking it all in, at least for now, he slipped his new keys - his keys, wild! - in his pocket and headed down the hall, knocking on Kane's door. He had his keys too, but he didn't feel right just barging in and maybe some part of him just wanted to see Kane open the door, like a big reveal or opening a present.
It had been a weird afternoon for Kane. He’d been home when the move-in started, jolted out of his workout concentration by the sound of Adrian’s voice in the hallway. His had been far from the only voice though, and it hadn’t taken Kane long to figure out that there were a bunch of people helping him move in. Or stopping by to bring stuff, or ... something. Kane had heard a ton of people come and go, while he lingered in his living room and tried not to listen too hard.
He’d struggled to stay inside and not emerge to help out, even though Adrian obviously had many hands out there. Kane just felt like he should be helping, hauling furniture or boxes or whatever Adrian needed. It had made him kind of antsy and trapped-feeling, so he’d put headphones on and gone back to his bench presses, trying to forget that he wasn’t supposed to know Adrian on the level he did.
Kane was sitting on his couch with a beer when the knock came. It had been quiet for a while, and he wasn’t sure if Adrian would really come over, or if he’d just collapse and sleep after all that. Moving was exhausting even if you had a lot of help and didn’t have much to move to start with. His heart jumped in his chest at the sound and he eagerly got up, quickly running his fingers through his hair before he opened the door. He couldn’t help but smile. “Hey neighbor,” Kane murmured.
"Hey neighbor," Adrian echoed with a happy jolt in his stomach. This was real, they lived just a few feet from each other now and it was insane. "I haven't showered," he added in a warning that probably wasn't needed since he wasn't too grimy. It hadn't been a lot of stuff, he'd had a lot of help and three strong men made easy work of such little furniture. He was more soul tired than bone tired and he had a feeling Kane would help with that. "Fair warning." He grinned up at Kane, just the sight of him already putting him more at ease, especially with the way Kane was looking back at him.
“Me either, fair warning,” he said, reaching for Adrian. Kane pinched the front of his shirt and pulled as he backed up a couple of steps to guide his man inside. He’d been lifting heavy things too, just with a different purpose. Kane nudged the door shut as soon as Adrian was clear of it, and cupped his hand against the back of Adrian’s neck to kiss him hello. He didn’t care if both of them stank to high heaven, Kane was stupidly glad to see him. And now he didn’t have to go anywhere, didn’t have to pretend he’d had to work late or some shit. It felt good. “It was drivin’ me crazy to hear you out there,” Kane mumbled close to his lips.
"I kept looking at your door," Adrian admitted with a grin, his arms winding tightly around Kane's torso. He could smell Kane alright but he liked it, the deeply physical scent that hadn't gone stale yet. They'd shower before it came to that, for now he just wanted to breathe it in and enjoy this closeness. "It was weird to pass it." He kissed him between sentences, staying close and fisting his hands on Kane's shirt. He hoped he'd been as subtle as he tried to be glancing at Kane's door, thankfully everyone had been pretty busy and he hadn't had to pass it too often. "What'd you do today?"
It shouldn’t have been any sort of surprise, but hearing that he’d been on Adrian’s mind just as much gave Kane a thrill in his core. He liked the way Adrian gripped him too, hard and possessive. “Mm ... slept in, ate some stuff, did my sets ...” Kane kissed him again, arms around his shoulders, his thumb rubbing against the base of Adrian’s skull. “Listened to you out in the hall bein’ a busy lil bee ... then tried not to listen.” He chuckled softly and nudged their noses together. “You all good over there? Need help rearranging anything?” He hadn’t been able to pitch in when everybody was around, maybe he could be useful after the fact.
"Well," Adrian said slowly, feigning a little pout as he leaned back just enough to look at Kane proper. "I got a little problem, actually. Only you can help me with it." He'd already said the words when he realized they sounded far more like innuendo than he'd intended, like he was talking about his dick and not his bed, but it came close anyway, he wasn't sure he wanted to just sleep here tonight. "My bed didn't show up," he said sadly. "No bed. Just an ancient couch that's not that comfy." He tilted his head, giving Kane a sweet little smile. "I bet you have a better solution though. You don't like sleeping alone, do you?"
It was cute and flirty and even if Adrian wasn’t directly talking about his dick, Kane was going to make sure to take care of that too. Unless Adrian was too tired, but there seemed to be plenty of strength still in him. “Nope, I hate it,” he answered with a little grin. “And just so happens, I got a bed just like yours, so you can test it out.” It had already been thoroughly tested, of course, but that wasn’t fun for the banter, so whatever. “Can’t have you sleepin’ on some musty hand-me-down for your first official night.” Kane couldn’t blame him for wanting to be comfortable even if Adrian wasn’t sleeping in his own new apartment the first night. “Super convenient, right?” Kane smirked.
Adrian just knew that if his mother wasn't already in bed, his phone would be blowing up by now with offers to come sleep in their guest room- if his dad had told her, at least. He was glad for the peace and quiet because even if he was excited about his new place, he was far more into the idea of staying the night with Kane. It certainly did make him wonder how often he'd be sleeping in his own bed, though he was sure there'd be some nights when he'd need to after a long day at work or something. It just didn't sound all that tempting. "Super convenient," he agreed and kissed Kane again, lingering this time for a couple of seconds before parting his lips and licking lightly at Kane's.
He hummed deep in his throat, a smile quirking his lips before his tongue came forward to brush against Adrian’s. Even after a long day of work and moderate physical labor, he smelled and tasted delicious to Kane. It was going to be interesting, living so close to each other ... it was almost like moving into some oversized house together, but not quite. Kane was curious and a tiny bit worried about how it might change things between them, would they get closer or get on each other’s nerves more? Only time would tell, but at least they had their own spaces to retreat to if they wanted to. Right now he was ridiculously happy knowing that Adrian didn’t have to drive away tonight, or even in the morning. Kane deepened the kiss for a moment, then smiled again. “How you wanna celebrate? You want a real beer? You can be drunk as you want over here now.”
"Fuck yeah, beer," Adrian sighed contently and while he didn't want to spend the first night here completely out of commission, he had a feeling his tolerance for alcohol was growing again. He'd taken two or three shots at the bachelor party without passing out and he knew he could handle half a beer just fine now. Maybe dying had reset something in him, though he didn't really want to think about all that right now. "You wanna share one with me?" he asked, since half still sounded like a better idea than a full one, at least if he wanted to be awake for a little longer. Kane could of course down a lot more than just half a beer, but it'd still be nice to share.
“Sure,” Kane said, one hand sliding down to give Adrian’s ass a squeeze. He let him go to head for the kitchen. He knew Adrian would make himself at home in the meantime. Kane hoped that he felt even more at home, now that all of his stuff was actually right down the hall. “So how’d it all go?” he asked as he pulled open the fridge. “Get any really cool hand-me-downs?” Kane had heard so many different voices out there, people coming and going and one lady had been very loud talking about seeing Adrian’s mom at church, so he figured it had mostly been people bringing stuff for the poor prodigal son, returned from the dead. Kane grabbed two beers and made his way to the couch to plop down.
"So many," Adrian replied with a little chuckle. "Didn't come for free though, made me swear I'd come to church next Sunday, with the underlying assumption I'll show up every Sunday after that." He would do just that, but then work was a fantastic excuse not to go - these people didn't need to know the details of his shifts. "Still some things I want to buy myself, like a really good pan. Need to go grocery shopping too, make sure that fridge is stocked." He thought Kane could do with some of the things he'd been gifted but... did he really need them with Adrian right down the hall? Not like they were joining households or anything, but they kind of were anyway. He didn't want to think about it too hard, getting comfortable on the couch and thinking about the time he could spend with Kane instead.
Kane knew his apartment was pretty bare, but he didn’t feel like he needed anything. He had the basics, the rest didn’t really matter to him. He often thought that all of the money he’d accumulated was wasted on him. He had always planned to retire and just disappear someday to somewhere nice and tropical ... but now he didn’t know what his future would look like, in part because of the man sitting next to him. Kane handed Adrian his beer and clicked their necks together. “Man, I can’t even remember the last time I was in a church,” Kane said with a low chuckle. At least being Adrian’s dirty little secret meant he didn’t have to accompany him to shit like that. “You’ll think of a dozen different things over the next couple weeks,” he went on, nodding a bit. Kane was willing to bet Adrian would make his apartment more homey than his would ever be. “When’s your next shift?”
Adrian took a swig of the beer, savoring the way it went down and forcing himself not to gulp it. There wouldn't be more beers after this one, this was it. "Four PM tomorrow," he said and scowled a bit at the thought. "I'm leaving my phone off so they don't try to rope me into coming in sooner." He took another sip, sighing contently at the taste before he moved in closer to Kane. Sitting down and relaxing made him realize just how body-tired he was but that'd go away soon enough with the alcohol in his system. "You know, I would have loved to get my own place even if it wasn't here, but having you right down the hall makes it so much better." He could only imagine sitting alone in his apartment now, no friends or family around, just him and more space than he knew what to do with. He was willing to wager he was going to feel a little freaked out his first night alone there and he was more than okay with not finding out soon.
He moved his arm rest along the cushions behind them so he had his arm loosely around Adrian’s shoulders, happy to be close. It hadn’t even been that long since they’d seen each other last, not even a full day, but Kane couldn’t get enough, so he felt like he’d missed him. “Yeah,” he said with a soft chuckle. The thought crossed his mind that if Adrian had moved into a different place, Kane would’ve wanted to move closer to him, but he knew how crazy that sounded. Though did they really even have that line between them anymore? “Glad you found a place here, otherwise I’d have to move too,” Kane murmured, light enough to be a joke ... but they both knew better, didn’t they? He tilted his head to lightly bump into Adrian’s. “Nah, but just be honest if you need time to yourself, okay?”
"You too," Adrian murmured. "Speak up or suck it up." He knew he'd probably go a little crazy if Kane told him to stay away, even if it was just for a night. Maybe more than a little crazy. He'd wonder if he was seeing that mystery girl, if he was getting bored of him and that giant flame had burnt out too fast. But he'd deal with it if it happened, he had to because he didn't want to fuck this up. On some level he knew he couldn't fuck things up by being too clingy, he might not even be able to fuck them up by pushing Kane away. Whatever bound them together was so much stronger than that and he could feel it even now, like Kane's spirit was pulling his own in closer, wrapping around it and keeping it right there. "You totally would move for me, wouldn't you?" he teased back then because he preferred that over thinking about spending nights apart.
At this point Kane had no idea how things could get fucked up, unless something else happened that made him act insane and violent. Or both of them. He knew that wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility, but gods he hoped it didn’t happen. The two of them deserved this, maybe even needed it to continue surviving. Kane felt that way, at least. It was so heavy in some ways, but he liked the weight of it, the gravity between them. “Maybe,” he said with a cheeky smirk, since both of them knew the full answer to that. Kane’s hand moved to ruffle Adrian’s hair a bit, then fell into just stroking it. It was soft and soothing, even if it wasn’t squeaky clean, and Kane loved the way it smelled. He lifted his beer with the other hand for a swallow. “Now I’ll just wait until you kick me outta your life,” Kane added in a murmur, his tone still light. He meant it though -- he knew Adrian fretted about it, but he wasn’t going anywhere until whatever this was had ended.
"Oh, you're waiting?" Adrian asked smugly. "Just hoping and praying?" He tittered, leaning his head into the stroking and giving Kane a sidelong glance. "You're gonna be waiting a while, so if you wanna end things you're gonna have to man up and do it yourself." He couldn't even imagine it, maybe that's why it was so easy to joke about. He lived right down the hall now, things would be so weird if they broke up and he had a feeling that even if they did, they'd go crawling to each others' rooms on the regular anyway. "I want you in my life," he added more somberly, knowing Kane couldn't be in but a part of it but that small room he had had just gotten bigger now that Aaron knew about him. There was relief there along with the anxiety, being accepted by one of the straightest guys he knew meant more than he could put into words and somehow made this whole thing with Kane feel more real.
Kane blew a dismissive noise between his lips at the first part, rolling his eyes a bit. Whenever he thought about a future where they weren’t together anymore, it definitely wasn’t in a positive light. Except maybe that it would give Adrian the freedom to find someone better than him. He was sure Adrian would scoff at that idea just as much though, at least right now. He might learn better later. That simple declaration hit him in the heart though, and Kane gave Adrian’s hair a gentle tug. “Well I’m in it,” he muttered. “For better or worse. So you got what you want.” Maybe he wasn't fully in it, not like a girlfriend would’ve been if Adrian was straight, but maybe that was for the best. Kane knew he wasn’t exactly ‘bring home to mom’ partner material. Even if it hurt sometimes to be the dirty secret, he still got a lot of time with Adrian, and would get even more now that they lived so close. He couldn’t complain about that.
Even if Maria Moretti ended up being fine with 'the gays', Kane probably wouldn't please her at all. There was the fact he'd saved Mila but he was still a dangerous looking scarred man with tattoos and a nose that had obviously been broken at some point. She couldn't really say anything about the scars given Adrian's new additions, but she would have plenty to say about everything else. Adrian couldn't really imagine a time where he'd be out and proud with Kane unless his mother died suddenly and he sure as hell didn't want that. It was weird to love someone who could be so overwhelming and annoying but he did love his mother to the moon and back. That was probably why this was all so hard. Thankfully he wasn't thinking about that too hard right now, that gentle tug on his hair sending a pleasant shiver through him and he savored the feeling as he drank some more of his beer. "Feels like the universe is trying to make shit up to me or something," he said with a faint smile, turning toward Kane a little more and resting his hand on his stomach. "You're my consolation prize."
He was still just along for the ride in this, with no idea what their future would look like or how ‘out’ they would ever get to be. Kane didn’t even solidly know what he wanted in that arena. If Adrian’s family already knew his relationship preferences, would they be acting like some ‘normal’ couple? Or would this whole thing even hold the same illicit appeal to Adrian? Kane didn’t know. He just knew that the way Adrian’s body felt pressed more firmly into his made his chest feel warm and expansive, and he didn’t want to lose this. Kane knew he would stay, no matter how he ended up feeling about being hidden, something to be ashamed of ... gods knew he was ashamed of himself, so how could he judge it in anybody else? The tradeoff of what he and Adrian had between them felt worth it. Kane gave him a lazy little smile back and hummed. “You’re gettin’ robbed, if that’s the case.”
"Oh yeah?" Adrian snorted and rolled his eyes. "Should I be demanding more from you? Give me more, more, more?" He didn't need more, Kane was already there for him but he could certainly imagine getting more anyway, more time at least, though that was impossible with his work. It was probably healthier anyway, not being glued together twenty four-seven. "Don't sell yourself short," he added since he did not want to encourage Kane's self loathing - joking or not. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, how much you've done for me." He rubbed his knuckles against Kane's stomach, eyeing his arm for a second. "What I would do for you."
Kane had an idea about the last part, at least. He knew they would kill for each other, and he knew Adrian knew that too. As for the rest of it ... his comment had been self-deprecating, but that came so naturally that the sincerity of what Adrian said made his neck and cheeks flush a bit. Was he selling himself short or just being more honest and realistic than Adrian? It was hard for Kane to wrap his mind around the idea that this man saw him in a completely different light than he saw himself, but it wasn’t a naive one. Adrian had seen him up close and personal at his worst, so why did Kane still feel like he was lying to him when Adrian said nice shit about him? Fuck, he was broken. He tucked his beer between his legs to tangle fingers with Adrian’s hand on his stomach. “I got ideas,” he muttered, firm-stroking Adrian’s hair again. “‘Cause you mean a fuckton to me too.” You’re the reason I’m still alive. He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.
Adrian had seen him up close and dirty and liked what he saw, he himself had a monstrous side, maybe that was why Kane's darkness appealed to him; he knew he could handle Adrian at his worst and he was the only one who did. He could remember the horror in Toby's eyes at just seeing a tip of the iceberg and he couldn't imagine anyone in his life reacting differently. Kane took it all in stride, he still looked at Adrian like he was a snack and not a hellish killer. They fed into each other's darkness and light in ways that made Adrian feel seen and accepted and he hadn't thought he was worthy of that. He was quiet for a bit, just looking at Kane with love and gratitude as he enjoyed the soothing hand in his hair. Sometimes he felt like he could tell him better if he just said nothing at all, communicating without words, beaming that warm energy over the best he could.
They were both killers, hellish in their own ways, and that was part of the intense attraction between them. They understood one another on a level that few other people could -- and Kane was willing to bet that most of those people didn’t have a conscience left. He and Adrian did, warped as it might be. Kane had never found anyone who felt like such a kindred spirit before. It made the prospect of losing him completely terrifying. He stared back at his man, lazily stroking his hair and enjoying the way they could just be quiet together sometimes. There was so much said in those silences, probably more profoundly than Kane could manage with his words. After a few minutes he let his hand slip down to cradle the back of Adrian’s hair and leaned in to kiss him, slow and soft and heartfelt.
Adrian squeezed his hand as he kissed him back, warmth flooding him when Kane's lips touched his. He could feel all the love there, so much more than just carnal desire driving them and drawing them close to each other. And now they practically lived together, it still boggled his mind and while it frightened him, he couldn't be happier about it. "Why do you always make me feel like twenty things at once," he murmured against Kane's lips with a low laugh, bumping their foreheads together before kissing him again. "You got me reeling."
Kane huffed through his nose and half-grinned, very able to relate to that. Adrian stirred up all kinds of shit inside of him, good and bad. Was that what love was? He didn’t know. Nobody really talked about the bad or uncomfortable parts of it, but it felt like growing and that was rarely smooth and easy. “Same here,” he murmured against Adrian’s lips before he gave him a little nibble. “It’s a lot, but ... I like feelin’ it all. I tried not to feel much of anything for the longest.” They had both been sort of dead before -- Adrian had been living like a feral raccoon in his car, Kane had been wandering the country murdering monsters and trying not to eat a bullet himself. He wasn’t sure he believed in fate or anything, but it felt like their paths had crossed for a reason. Kane’s fingers flexed in his.
"I know that feeling," Adrian said with a little smile. "Thanks for not letting me." He'd tried so hard to shut himself off from everyone, afraid of hurting them. Mila had been his path back, but he'd still felt so reserved in being around her. It felt so far away now, even if it had only been a few months, like it had just been a bad dream he was ready to forget about. He couldn't though and somehow Kane made it less painful to think back on it. So much of the bad things that happened had led him to Kane's arms, Adrian would do it all again if he had to. He pulled back just long enough to take a swig of his own beer and then put it away, before taking Kane's beer from his lap and moving to occupy that same space. Once he was comfortably straddled there, he handed Kane the bottle and leaned in to kiss him again.
Kane had lost all interest in the beer, but Adrian was crowding him from leaning forward, so he just pushed the bottle into the space between the cushion and the arm of the couch. He wanted both hands free. Kane tilted his chin up to better kiss Adrian, his palms gliding up the sides of his thighs. Kane loved how it felt to have him on his lap, the warm weight of him, how it felt like being surrounded by his smell. Even if they didn’t end up fucking this way, Kane enjoyed the build up like this. He made a deep soft sound in the back of his throat as his hands slid around to squeeze Adrian’s ass through his jeans, heat beginning to spread through his core. He was so addicted to this, and how it made him feel so awake and alive compared to everything else in life.
Adrian settled in more comfortably and let himself enjoy the way Kane's hands roamed over him. He was in no rush to fuck or get fucked, he just really fucking liked this, kissing and touching, making the most of their time together. To be fair, he wasn't in any rush when he started straddling Kane but the position and the touching was quickly warming him up to the idea to not take his time so he found himself in that in between space of wanting to rush and wanting to take his time. He indulged in the moment for now, deepening the kiss and tracing Kane's face with his fingers, loving to feel the way his jaw worked as he kissed him back just as eagerly.
He wasn’t in any rush either, pleasantly aware of how much time they had. Adrian was probably tired, but he could stay in Kane’s bed when he was ready without a worry in the world, no excuses needed for nosy sisters. They weren’t completely free, but it was already a more relaxed vibe than it had been before, when they had to keep an eye on the clock. Tonight they could make out until they passed out, if they wanted to. Kane’s cock was swelling lazily in his shorts, his head getting a pleasant buzzy spin as their tongues caressed and explored. Just kissing Adrian always flooded him with emotion, too many swirled together to really name, all of them intense. It felt so weirdly good, like a catharsis for things he wasn’t even consciously aware of. He moved one hand to squeeze Adrian’s forearm and nipped at his bottom lip with a soft moan.
That sound always felt like it was going to be the death of him, in a good way, and Adrian drank it in with relish, tangling his fingers together behind Kane's head as he enjoyed the kisses and the nipping and darted his tongue out to meet Kane's. It still amazed him that he got to have this, that Kane was his and he could kiss and touch him all over whenever the fuck he wanted. "Fuck you," he murmured after a few moments, grinning against Kane's lips. "I'm trying to take it slow here and you got me so fucking hard already. Asshole." His mind said stay right here, enjoy this, kiss until their lips felt sore - but his body was starting to feel restless and wanting more. Of course waiting and making it almost unbearable could be fun, but he was acutely aware of the way his cock pressed against his jeans and he was now aching to just get naked. He felt a little buzzed already too and that probably wasn't helping, making him feel loose and warm, hungry for more.
Kane smirked, horny and smug, and gave Adrian’s mouth a little lick. “Good. Stay hard, bitch, leak for me,” he teased, one hand swinging to smack his ass. “What would you do if I said this is all you get tonight, hmm?” Both of them absolutely knew that Kane didn’t have the willpower to stick to that, but that was part of the fun. Before Adrian could answer, Kane pressed another invasive kiss to his lips, then let his head fall back with another grin. He probably hadn’t felt so relaxed and happy with another human being since he’d been a teenager, and it felt so goddamn good. Even when they were throwing insults at each other. His own cock was rock solid and heavy under Adrian’s ass, angled in a way that was pleasantly frustrating. Kane still pushed up against him a bit for the friction.
Adrian was about to call him out on his fucking bullshit but the words were lost to a needy moan when Kane kissed him again and his smile was sharp when Kane pulled away again. "You're such a dick," he murmured but hell if he was complaining. He wished he could just magic his jeans off without moving, feel the bulge he knew was pressing against him better, feel the full strength of that blow instead of it being dulled by the denim. Damn, but he had it bad for Kane and that lust had brought out all sorts of things in him he hadn't been aware of when he was younger. Like this urge to smack Kane back, watch his eyes get a little glazed, his skin a little redder. "You gonna make me ask nice or just take what I want?" he asked with his own smug little grin. He felt fully human right now so he couldn't just take Kane the way he could otherwise but that didn't mean the urge to take or be taken wasn't there.
“You can try to take it,” he answered easily. “But I ain’t askin’ nice.” Kane loved how fluid their chemistry was, how the power swung back and forth on a whim. It was like a dance, the two of them moving smoothly together, in sync. So far, anyway. Kane was sure there would come a day when they both wanted to play the same role ... but then they just got to struggle for the upper hand, and that sounded fun too. At the moment he kind of wanted to be smacked around, to feel like an object of desire, something Adrian wanted to devour. The passion was turned on low at the moment, but he could still feel it bubbling under the surface. He rubbed at Adrian’s hips and thighs, and dragged his short nails against the denim, wanting them gone just as much but equally unwilling to move to get it done.
Lacking the physical strength made Adrian wish he had his knife on him, but only for a quick moment before he realized just how messed up that was. It did make his cock twitch at the thought but it also put some very unwanted memories in his head and he was glad they were easily pushed aside. "Like you wouldn't roll over and give it up," he said instead, sharp words better than sharp steel right now. "You're such a slut for me." He untangled his fingers and smoothed his hands along Kane's jawline, then pressed his hand under his chin in a mockery of a choke. "Admit it," he murmured quietly, a playful glint in his eyes. There was no part of him that questioned whether he was going against Kane's desires, he could feel Kane's positive response to his words, see the hunger in his eyes. He might fight back, but he would let Adrian win.
If that thumb pressed against his throat had been a knife, Kane probably would’ve rolled with it. Adrian owned him so deeply now, and that included his implicit trust. He pushed into Adrian’s hand a bit for more of that delicious pressure, a sweet throb running down the front of his body and into his cock. “You see me rolling?” he challenged, one brow quirking up a bit. Adrian could read him like a book, of course, and he was sure he would be rolling over in short order, he just wanted to be made to do it. Adrian might not be a physical match for him at the moment, but Kane didn’t need the wendigo’s brute strength to bring him to heel. Adrian had plenty of power over him just as his regular self too. He was still going to be a brat about it though, because it was fun and he loved that look in Adrian’s eyes. “I don’t admit shit.” He grinned faintly.
Adrian felt a pull inside of him, something telling him to dig his fingers into spots he knew were sensitive, places he knew would hurt. He licked his lips slowly and watched Kane with dark amusement in his eyes, wondering if he'd actually like it if Adrian did that, if he'd groan or yelp at the sharp pain Adrian knew to inflict on him. "Don't be stupid now," he murmured, letting his voice turn dark with threats that he wasn't so sure he'd act on. "Just say you'll do everything I tell you to do and make this easy on yourself." He was still grinning faintly, it was just a game after all, but Kane really had a way of tickling his sadistic side.
Kane loved that black velvet in Adrian’s tone, and part of him wanted to melt into it and do exactly what Adrian wanted, but it was more fun to resist it for a while. “You should know by now I don’t like easy. I’m stupid that way,” he almost purred. Kane gripped Adrian’s ass firmly again and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “What happens if I don’t? You gonna be mean to me?” It was a playful question, an invitation to tighten that grip on him, maybe, or smack him, if Adrian was in that kind of mood. He looked like he was enjoying the banter just as much as Kane, at least, and the vibe felt pretty mutual.
"I'll be so mean to you," Adrian said, confirming what Kane was saying and he let his thumb press a little deeper into the hollow under Kane's jaw, a new hunger eating at him. He wanted to make his man hiss and groan, succumb to him however reluctantly. It was okay, it was just a game, but he still felt like it went beyond that and memories of the cabin came back to mind, where Kane had really thought Adrian was going to kill him. It shouldn't be so fucking hot, it really shouldn't, but it sent a happy thrill right through him and he pressed a little harder, not quite at the spot that hurt, but close.
He happened to really like it when Adrian was mean to him, with insults or pain while they fooled around, or both. The added pressure made his groin feel hotter, that little flirtation with pain just making him crave even more of it, more of Adrian. He tingled with something that wasn’t really fear, but some sort of related anticipation that made his stomach feel all fluttery. He swallowed, enjoying how it felt to do so under Adrian’s grip. “That’s ‘cause you’re an asshole,” he murmured. It was affectionate but a little goading at the same time -- he wanted to see how far Adrian would let him push back. He slipped one hand up the back of Adrian’s shirt to touch and scratch a bit at his skin.
The scratching made Adrian's body do something that could best be described as cringing, if it wasn't so laced with pleasure. "Maybe," he said. "But I'm the asshole in charge." He pressed his thumb in against that sensitive spot only briefly, a warning, knowing it'd send a small jolt of pain through Kane and he didn't want to overdo it, moving in fast to kiss him as he reacted, to taste his pained hiss on his tongue. He wasn't really expecting the hip thrust but it just drove home how into this Kane was, just as twisted as he was. "You're mine," Adrian reminded him, not fully breaking the kiss, instead sinking his teeth into Kane's bottom lip.
Kane couldn’t stop his hips from flexing as the pleasure rolled down his spine in a wave, to pool in his lower belly. The pain was bright and sharp and felt so damn good mixed in with all of the warmer throbs in his body. His hands gripped Adrian’s hips and he let out a moan, just as helpless to stop that as he was to keep still. He felt like he could feel every detail of Adrian’s teeth, and he fucking loved it. He absolutely was Adrian’s, body and soul, and they both knew it. The bratty part of him didn’t want to give in to admitting it though, not yet. He wanted more, another of those pleasure-pain waves, more of that growly heat from Adrian.
"No?" Adrian asked since Kane hadn't spoken to confirm he was his or that he yielded. His reaction was everything though and Adrian kind of wanted to just fuck him right here on the couch, pushing their clothes off just enough to do so. "Say you're mine," he murmured and rubbed his thumb over Kane's jaw a few times before pressing against that spot again, wanting to see that flinch of pain and hear that moan again. "Say you'll do anything I want you to do." He didn't care if Kane replied or not, he just wanted to keep touching him and some stray thought entered his head about how he might be able to make him come just like this, just touching him. Maybe he'd need to rub him through his boxers but that was okay, the idea of him losing control while Adrian was still fully dressed was fucking hot.
The responses didn’t matter as much as the feelings and sensations and that sense of dark power Adrian was radiating now. It was almost hypnotic and it made him ache so good. Kane had never really thought he was a masochist of any kind -- he liked it rough sometimes, sure, but usually he wasn’t into being hurt with such purpose. Adrian just drew that side out of him. Which was probably really fucked up, considering their history, but Kane couldn’t really question that anymore. They were both just fucked up and their relationship was fucked up, and that was just how it was. It was obviously giving both of them something good they needed, something they couldn’t get elsewhere, and that was what mattered. The second push of Adrian’s thumb into that tender spot made him grunt and shiver. He was leaking all over the inside of his shorts, but that just made it hotter. “Make me,” he breathed, his gaze fuzzy and heated as he stared at Adrian.
Adrian narrowed his eyes and watched him for a few seconds, taking in that hungry look, the way Kane's face was slack with need and desire, fueling that fire inside Adrian even more. "I shouldn't have to make you," he told him sternly, letting go of his neck only to smack his cheek. "You're being a brat." It wasn't hard enough for his liking, just a light tingle in his palm, so he did it again before gripping Kane's throat again, pressing his fingers hard against the curve of his jaw to the point of pain. Kane's eyes looked darker than usual and his reactions to everything Adrian did was making it hard to think about anything but pushing his cock deep inside him, claiming him and marking him as Adrian's.
Being called a brat would’ve made him laugh under any other circumstances, but instead the hardness in Adrian’s tone made his brain feel like useless jelly. Even without the incredible strength of the other version of him behind it, it had such an intense effect on Kane, for reasons he couldn’t explain. Luckily he didn’t have to, he just had to feel it and respond to it. The harder crack against his cheek made him tingle all over, and Kane let out another involuntary moan, the sound getting a bit more strained when Adrian grabbed his throat. He exhaled sharply and licked his lips, struggling to keep his eyes open and his hips still now. His cock was craving more pressure, more friction, and he couldn’t help but rub needily against Adrian. “You like it,” he accused breathlessly, a faint grin flashing across his face. “I’m your brat. Yours.”
"Yeah you are," Adrian agreed and moved off him without really thinking about it. He didn't go far, nudging Kane's legs apart and jerking his pants down just enough to bare his ass and cock. Kane's cock was glistening with precum and it made Adrian feel a fresh tide of arousal along with the smugness knowing he'd caused this. He wrapped his hand around Kane's cock, not to stroke but just to gather some of that sticky fluid, coating his fingers with it. "Kinda like it when you give me a hard time," he murmured, nudging his knee under Kane's thigh to lift it a bit roughly as he pushed his hands along his damp boxers, slick fingers finding his hole. "It's almost like your way of begging," he murmured and pressed inside, his free hand finding Kane's throat again with some need to at least pretend to hold him in place.
Gods, there was something so hot about being exposed and groped and handled like that, it made Kane’s insides feel like they were positively melting. He made a low helpless noise, a bolt of pleasure jolting through him when Adrian touched his cock. It was so flushed and throbbing for attention, even just that much handling felt good. Kane whined a little when Adrian let go, but his hand was moving somewhere else good, so he couldn’t pout for long. There had been a coherent answer on the tip of his tongue, but the way Adrian’s fingers felt pushing into him made it die before he could get it out. He moaned by reflex, his hips pushing up and his ass squeezing Adrian’s fingers. It felt so deliciously filthy, on the couch with Adrian still fully dressed, his own clothes just pushed down, not even fresh out of a shower ... and that hand around his neck just made it better. “You like it ‘cause you’re an asshole,” he groaned, though he wasn’t in much position to talk shit anymore.
Adrian let go of his throat, just to smack him again for being a brat and he hadn't hit him on this side yet, his right hand busy elsewhere so he was using his left. "Call me that again," he said, still working fingers inside Kane, rubbing at sensitive flesh, his thumb pressing against the root of his balls. It came out as a challenge, but there was a command to it too because he wanted to hit Kane again, wanted to redden his cheek and then kiss it better, do something that made Kane give up those sweet noises that Adrian needed right now.
It was a different impact than from his right hand, but Kane enjoyed it all the same. He’d been in many fights in his life and gotten punched many many times, so why did an open-handed smack from a lover feel so much different? Bodies were weird. Kane wasn’t there to pick it apart though, he was just loving the ride Adrian was giving him. His pelvis rocked a bit, wantonly trying to draw Adrian’s fingers in deeper while he panted and whimpered softly. “Asshole,” he breathed. “You’re a dickhead and a mean motherfucker and -- fuck that feels good.” The last part came out in an involuntary rush and Kane bit into his bottom lip to stifle another groan.
Adrian smacked him again, just on principle, then grabbed his throat again and pushed up enough to kiss him, hungry and demanding. He only let go of Kane's throat when Kane kissed him back and Adrian felt like he was holding him in place with his mouth. He pulled back his hand then, reaching down to undo the fly of his jeans. They didn't have lube on hand in the living room but he didn't care, between the two of them there was enough slick to get them started and he was pretty sure Kane wouldn't give a shit if it hurt a bit, he just wanted to fuck him right here, right now. He wasn't wearing anything tight, thankfully, just good old jeans that were loose and comfy and good for working in so they came off easily. He didn't bother with his boxers, just pulled his cock out and stroked himself a few times, kind of impressed with how much he'd been leaking from all this. "Fuck you get me so hard," he groaned against Kane's lips, idly rubbing his cock against his thigh just to let him feel it.
Kane couldn’t really tell what he was doing with that other hand until he started shifting out of his jeans, and then Kane felt hot skin against his leg and a shudder of anticipation ran through him. He wanted to touch Adrian’s cock, wrap his lips around it, taste the salt on him from the day’s work and his precum. His hand moved instinctually to rub against the smooth shaft, though the touch was a little distracted from all of the deep kissing. Kane sucked Adrian’s tongue like it was his cock for a moment, then moaned and nipped at his full bottom lip. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of kissing him, that mouth of his was positively sinful. “What do you wanna do about it?” he murmured, more hunger than challenge in his voice. Whether Adrian wanted to fuck his mouth or his ass, Kane was game. The fingers inside of him were driving him crazy in the best way, and he was dying to make Adrian moan and shiver in return.
Adrian didn't give him an answer, at least not a verbal one, straightening up and staring down at him for just a few seconds before moving again. He pulled his fingers out and wasted no time in pulling Kane closer and lining his cock up against his body, pushing in steadily. "What do you think," he breathed and Kane felt so snug around him, like he was pulling him in and keeping him out at the same time. There wasn't enough lubrication for it to go easy, just enough to make it work and there was some friction that felt kind of good-bad at start. Adrian almost reminded Kane he was his again but his words caught in his throat, replaced with a low growl of pleasure and relief. He didn't need to tell him, Kane knew and Adrian's cock was a good reminder.
He did know, and at the moment he viscerally felt that ownership as Adrian pushed into his body. It hurt, but in a way that Kane didn’t mind, especially in a moment like this. The sound that came out of him was deep and guttural, and Kane’s hands gripped Adrian’s arms as his eyes rolled shut for a moment. He rocked his hips a bit to help get himself adjusted to the stretch, and to feel Adrian’s cock rub against his insides. “Fuck, Adrian,” Kane breathed, the pain-pleasure throbbing through him. He let go to reach for his man’s shoulders and neck to pull him back down into another kiss, strong thighs locking around his hips. Kane kissed him hungrily, letting out a few muffled moans against his mouth, fingers pressing into the muscle at the back of his neck.
Adrian had the good sense not to start thrusting yet, for both their sake, but he also didn't feel like he needed to yet. The way Kane moved for them, every move of his hips, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him and with each and every one the words 'you're mine' chimed in his mind. He kissed him back breathlessly in a way that felt like he was taking control of it, that urge to invade Kane in every which way, driving him forward until his body couldn't take more and he started moving. It still felt like a kind of a punishment for some imagined slight against him but in a way that was just a game. He wanted it to feel good for both of them, wanted to blow Kane's mind with pleasure, so he wrapped his slick hand around his cock and started slowly stroking him, taking control of more of his body. And God he loved this body, every inch of it his for the taking.
He was so good at getting Kane into this crazy desperate space, where he would do anything and everything just for more pleasure -- no, more Adrian. He’d never had a lover who could make him feel like this, like he was starving even while gorging himself. He gave a strangled sort of moan when Adrian took hold of his cock, the shaft almost painfully hard, and the stroking just made it throb harder. It was definitely feeling good on his side, even with the bit of stinging from his ass. That was a small “price” to pay to be in that moment, giving himself over so deliciously to his man. They belonged to each other now, more thoroughly than he could explain out loud, even if he sometimes played the brat about it. Adrian knew, it was in every kiss and touch and thrust of his hips, and it felt amazing. He couldn’t keep still, his body rocking under Adrian’s, wantonly craving more of his cock and his fist, just more more more.
Adrian happily put more weight on Kane, he wasn't in the most comfortable position to begin with but he didn't care, not when everything else felt so fucking good, and then Kane was pulling him in close and he forgot all about it. He couldn't get enough of how hungry Kane was for him and how obvious it was, he'd never felt anything like it before, that pure and unabashed need that he could taste and see and feel in everything Kane did. It went both ways and Adrian knew Kane could feel it too, how desperate he was for him, the thrusts of his hips nearly erratic as he just needed to feel everything he could possibly feel. He moaned into the kiss, so fucking relieved to be inside Kane and to be accepted there, pulled in and kept close. He wanted to touch Kane more, stroke his chest and his face, run his fingers through his hair and it made him half-wish he could - at least for the time being - have multiple arms so he could smother-touch him like an octopus, greedy for every inch of his man.
It really was a tragedy to only have two hands and a limit to how far his arms could reach. One would think they’d have every inch of each other memorized by now, but dragging his palms over Adrian’s skin still felt new and fresh, a novel experience that he might not get again, so he had to take as much of it as he could get. Kane’s rational brain knew better than that, he knew they were living so close together now they would see each other a lot, and Adrian wasn’t going to change his mind on a whim and get bored of Kane ... but he wasn’t fully driven by his rational side, like most people. Kane still felt the compulsion to hoard these moments, drink them in with insecure greed before they got snatched away. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but his hands tightened on Adrian anyway, his tongue meeting his lover’s with enthusiasm. He felt babbling confessions of love and devotion backing up in his throat, his mind getting cloudy with passion and need. He could only really whimper and groan instead, caught up in it all and completely Adrian’s to do with as he pleased.
Every sound from Kane seemed to go straight to Adrian's balls, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, his insides burning for this man. The way Kane was gripping him felt so desperate to him but also so possessive it made him feel a little melty, took some of the more sadistic edge off and somewhat put him in his place. He didn't stop thrusting though, slow and deep, angling his hips for more pleasure as he kissed Kane needily, his knees pressed against the couch for some leverage and his hand moving in tandem with his hips, squeezing and stroking. He wondered if Kane's cheeks still burned, if his jaw felt sore, if it even mattered with how the fucking seemed to have him on edge. God he loved him so fucking much it felt violent, like he wanted to crack him open and crawl inside, sink his teeth into him, claim him in every way possible and impossible.
All the pain was gone, the skin where Adrian had slapped him just hot and tingly now, a sexy reminder of how owned he was. Kane had never belonged to anyone like this, never felt so wanted, and for more than just this part. It somehow made the fucking all that much hotter. Adrian wasn’t fucking him fast, but the drag of his cock inside of Kane combined with what his hand was doing was rapidly making his balls feel swollen and over-full. He broke off the kiss to drag in a gasping breath, his hips giving another desperate roll to feel Adrian’s cock as deep as he could get it. “You’re gonna make me come,” Kane exhaled as a warning. He ran his hands down the backs of Adrian’s arms, relishing the feel of muscle working under his skin. He had no idea if Adrian wanted to push him to that point now, or drag it out, but he was rapidly getting there, and he couldn’t always tolerate being fucked post-orgasm.
Adrian didn't think he'd last very long either and hearing those words coming from Kane's mouth only pushed him closer to the edge. "I didn't say you could," he groaned with a flicker of a teasing smile. He slowed to a stop for a few seconds, pressed in deep as he kissed Kane again and nipped on his bottom lip. "Ask nicely, we can come together," he murmured then, his thumb still idly circling the head of Kane's cock though his hand was otherwise still. His legs were trembling and his hips ached to keep moving so he really hoped Kane wouldn't be a brat this time, Adrian was pretty sure he didn't have the willpower to punish him in any way right now.
God, that thumb was sheer delightful torture, and Kane couldn’t help the whine that came out of him. He loved knowing that Adrian was riding that edge right along with him, that all of this felt just as good to him. Kane was already dying to feel Adrian throbbing inside of him, and thinking about it just made him feel more desperate. “Adrian, baby,” he moaned, squeezing his forearms. Kane let go with one hand to quickly bring it to his mouth for some saliva, then slipped it between them to spread the slick on Adrian’s shaft. “Please,” Kane whispered, staring up into his eyes. “I wanna come on your cock so bad ... can I? Please baby?” He nibbled Adrian back, squirming his hips some more to sweeten the request.
All of it. Fucking all of it nearly had Adrian losing it, the licking, the pleading, the way Kane was looking at him and touching him. The fact he'd thought about making Kane come and then fuck him a little longer was laughable when he could barely hold back now. "Yeah," he moaned breathlessly. "Yeah. Come on." He didn't start moving right away, using his hand first while he tried to steel his resolve and only then he started moving, his arousal running hotter and his cock aching as he thrust inside Kane. "Come for me," he groaned and he knew that the second Kane lost control, Adrian was going to follow. He often wanted to keep going but right now he really didn't, he just wanted to come and nothing else was on his mind for the time being, just their mutual pleasure.
Kane could see how much he enjoyed hearing that, and got the bonus of a flash of victory before it was overwhelmed by the rest of the pleasure. The permission didn’t really matter, it was that extra heat in Adrian’s eyes that made the begging worth it. “Oh fuck,” Kane grunted as Adrian started thrusting with purpose. He had already been close, but the pleasure in him spiked sharply, and the sudden rush toward orgasm was almost like plummeting down a waterslide. Kane was helpless to even slow it down, caught between Adrian’s cock and his capable hand, and within a dozen thrusts he was there. His body clenched and he curled upward a bit as he cried out, fingers digging into Adrian’s shoulders. For a long lovely moment he was reduced to a shuddering, throbbing mess.
Adrian wanted to burrow into him, absorb every tremor and shudder into his own body, breathe him in and taste him on his tongue until there was nothing but Kane filling all his senses. He didn't stand a chance against Kane's orgasm, just as he'd predicted, drawn in deep by his spasming body, incapable of moving as Kane's muscles locked around him, but he didn't need to move to come, his body was already teetering on the edge and that squeeze and Kane's cry sent him toppling right over. His own groans and moans mixed with Kane's and for a few seconds he was completely gone, only existing as a bundle of nerves, his mind reeling and his body shuddering hard before all but going limp on top of Kane. He barely caught himself, resting only some of his weight against him as he went still, pressing little kisses on his collarbone.
Adrian’s climax only made Kane’s feel even better, that deep pulsing inside of him pushing against his prostate in a way that gave him goosebumps all over. Fuck, it was good. They were good, together. Even impulsively fucking on the couch without all of their clothes coming off was some of the best sex he’d ever had. It was all in the emotions, and now it was hard to believe he’d spent so many years of his life not knowing that. Trying to catch his breath as they both came down, Kane loosely wrapped his arms around Adrian, fingers sliding through the back of his hair, his chest so full of love and adoration. “Welcome to the neighborhood, bitch,” he murmured softly after a moment. “Hope you’re ready to put out like that all the time.” Kane smirked faintly.
"Shut up, I'm blissing," Adrian grumbled against his neck, but then he smiled because how could he not. "You know I'm ready," he murmured, though he sure as hell wasn't ready to go another round right now. He let out a deep, contented sigh before raising his head to nip on Kane's jaw, giving his cock a gentle squeeze before letting go of him. "I'm a blissing, fucking mess right now," he said. "And you're even worse." That didn't mean he was eager to get going but he definitely wanted a more comfortable position, one that didn't involve denim and buttons poking him in weird places. Too bad that involved moving. "Wish we could just float into a big bathtub right now."
It gave him a little spike of glee to know he’d given Adrian any kind of bliss, and Kane was grinning like an idiot by the time his jaw was being nibbled. He tittered and rubbed his hands against Adrian’s back as he let his legs relax a bit more. “I obviously need to install one in here,” Kane murmured. “Probably in the bedroom too, just to be safe.” They were certainly both a fucking mess, there was no denying that, so they would have to move soon, but it was nice to know they had all night. They could get clean, lounge around in bed, do whatever they wanted with no real time limit. That was going to be bliss.
"Better you than me, you can afford the security deposit," Adrian tittered and kissed him again before forcing himself to move, pull out and hitch his jeans up to keep them from rubbing against him all wrong. "Best we can do now is a shower," he sighed but he didn't hate the idea of it. He at the very least needed to wash his hands and then they could cuddle and maybe fuck again later. It was fucking perfect, even without the tub availability in every room. "You feel like getting up?" Kane looked fucked out in the best of ways, a little dazed and dreamy looking. Adrian wanted to lick him all over and crush him to his body but he had his priorities right now.
He felt dazed and dreamy, but also sticky and wet, so he definitely needed a shower. “No, carry me,” Kane murmured with a teasing little smirk. He knew that wasn’t happening tonight, not with Adrian’s just-human strength, so he pushed himself up with a little groan. Once they were on their feet again, Kane stripped off the remainder of his clothes to pad naked toward the bathroom. He wanted a cigarette too, but that could wait until he wasn’t dripping cum from various places. “Did you get dinner before you came over?” he asked Adrian, glancing over his shoulder. “Should I order something?”
"I did have dinner," Adrian replied as he trailed after him, appreciating the view. "But that was four hours ago." Meaning he could eat again and would happily do so with Kane. He started stripping off his own clothes as they reached the bathroom, tossing them in the corner to be dealt with later. He hadn't really thought this through and kind of wished he had brought at least some clean boxers with him - but he was sure Kane would lend him some so he could dart down the hall in the morning without potentially offending anyone. "Can't stay in here too long if we wanna order," he murmured but he didn't really feel like lingering in the shower tonight anyway. It was far more tempting to curl up somewhere comfortable with Kane since he'd been on his feet all damn day already.
Kane had very little concept of how late it was, and the reminder of it made him chuckle a bit. Yeah, it was late, but he knew a couple of places in town that stayed open past midnight, so they could hopefully still get something delivered. If not, he had some stuff in the freezer he could heat up for them. It was junk food, but who ate healthy this late at night anyway? “We’ll be efficient, then,” he said, flashing Adrian a wicked little grin. He knew very well how they tended to get distracted when they were showering together. But they could behave themselves and keep their hands off of each other for once, he was fairly sure. Kane turned the hot water on and climbed in, reaching immediately for the soap.
Adrian waited for a beat outside the shower and Kane was wrong when he thought he could keep his hands off him. They didn't have to do anything, but he knew he was already itching to take the soap from Kane and use it himself - on Kane. He was so fucking beautiful and the shower only enhanced it, soap and water running over scarred skin like fucking art. Adrian sighed quietly, then stepped in after Kane because he did need to get clean and he wasn't going to wait until Kane was done to do so. "You're very efficient," he murmured and stole the soap anyway, just for his hands for now. "Probably be faster if you washed both of us." He was joking, because that would turn into something more and his knowing smile said as much.