Kane Owen (sellingsouls) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-04-01 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, adrian, adrian x kane, kane |
Who: Adrian & Kane
Where: Castle View
When: Late evening, Wednesday 7/25
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete, Part 1
Talking to Mila had gone better than Adrian could ever have hoped for and he'd stayed with her until late, just keeping her company while Aaron was at work. He felt elated as he drove home and fully processed their conversation and all he could think about was telling Kane. The thought made him a little nervous too, like he was taking their relationship to a new stage and maybe Kane wasn't even ready for things to be that official. Thankfully he managed to dismiss that as misplaced insecurity and remain excited, his mood still elevated when he finally came to Kane's door. He'd texted him he'd be by so he didn't feel the need to be any kind of formal, simply knocked to let Kane know he was coming in before he used his key.
He wasn't surprised to find Kane on the couch and already he wanted to just crawl up on there with him and squeeze the crap out of him. Instead he gestured to him to stay put as he kicked his shoes off, then headed for the fridge. "I'm getting a beer, you want one?" he asked and it felt stupidly domestic in a way that only made him feel giddier.
Kane was having a lazy night at home. Most of them were becoming that way if he wasn’t doing rideshares for the evening -- Kane hadn’t been out hunting for a while. He didn’t need the money, and now he had someone else occupying his nighttime hours much more often. Even when Adrian wasn’t there hanging out, Kane’s motivation to go out and take risks had died down quite a bit. His boyfriend was domesticating him or some shit. He didn’t mind too much, and it was kind of nice to take a work break and just lounge and do mindless stuff.
He was pleased as always to get a text from Adrian saying he was coming over. Kane was still getting used to the fact that someone could just walk into his apartment, but it made him grin a little to be told to stay put instead of getting up to answer the door and play host. He shifted his position to make more room next to him on the couch, his eyes on Adrian. “Sure, grab me two,” he answered. It would save him having to get up too soon again, that first one always went down quick.
The apartment was nice and warm and when Adrian finally made his way to the couch, he put down the beers and stripped his jeans off to get more comfortable before flopping down next to Kane. He twisted the cap off his beer as he snuggled in close to him and lightly clanked his bottle against one of Kane's. "Did you miss me?" he murmured playfully because they had seen each other just that morning, but it had felt like a long day and it was late now. He was just glad Kane didn't have some job that had him in bed early. Adrian might be a little drowsy but he was nowhere near ready to go to sleep yet.
Kane gave an appreciative whistle as Adrian took his pants off in front of him, because that was always appreciated even if it wasn’t seductive. He’d been chilling in his boxers and a t-shirt all evening himself, and he loved that Adrian felt at home enough to join him in comfort right off the bat. Kane took a swallow of beer after their little toast, then hummed an affirmative as he swallowed, lifting one thick arm to drape it over Adrian’s shoulders. He pretty much constantly missed him now when he wasn’t around, which was probably pathetic and all, but oh well. “How was your day?” Kane asked, fingers stroking through Adrian’s hair. He hadn’t told Kane what his plans were for the day, Kane just knew he’d been out and about.
Adrian took a sip of the beer that Kane would probably end up finishing for him anyway, but he appreciated the flavor and being able to drink at least half a bottle again. At Kane's question he nodded slowly, smiling to himself. "It was good," he murmured. "I cooked for Mila after work, bullied her into taking care of herself because Jesus Christ, she's so stubborn." He tilted his head into Kane's touch, gave him a sidelong glance and wondered what it'd be like to have dinner with him, Mila and Aaron all in the same room. Being with Kane was so different from being with Mila, it was hard to imagine somehow taking these two very different energies and fitting them into one space.
He gave a little huff through his nose, strongly relating to having a stubborn sister. Kane tried to imagine forcibly cooking something for a pregnant Bailey and he just couldn’t picture it well in his mind. Occasionally he was envious of the kind of relationship Adrian and Mila seemed to have, they obviously loved each other and were closely bonded ... their upbringing had been very different than the Owen family though. It wasn’t worth dwelling on, in any case, he just had to try to make his existing relationship with his own sister better. “Hmm, she must be the family weirdo, ‘cause I sure don’t know any other stubborn Morettis,” Kane murmured with an affectionate smirk. “What’d you cook?”
"Lasagna," Adrian replied, but then he groaned as he realized. "I actually brought you a piece but I left it in the car..." It had been a long day and he'd been so busy thinking about telling Kane about Mila that whatever he'd dumped in the back seat had stayed in the back seat. "It's good cold too though, I'll go get it for you later. You already ate, right?" He wasn't sure why he was dragging it out - telling Kane that Mila now knew about him. Maybe he just wanted to make sure the mood was right for that kind of bomb-drop, maybe he was worried things would change too much and too fast now that the cat was out of the bag - or more accurately, the guy was out of the closet.
The fact that Adrian had brought him leftovers, had been thinking of him while he’d been cooking, did fluttery things to Kane’s chest. It was one thing to hear all those reassurances that their obsession was mutual when they were together, but getting evidence of it when Adrian was hanging out with his family felt like something else, even if he had left it in the car. Kane couldn’t wait to eat it -- he wasn’t hungry, just happy. “Yeah I ate,” he answered, carding his fingers through Adrian’s hair again. “No rush, you just took your pants off.” Kane tittered quietly and nudged his knee against Adrian’s leg. He didn’t know yet how good of a cook Adrian was, he’d been bragging about his skills, but even if the lasagna sucked, Kane knew he would enjoy it. It was pretty hard to really fuck up lasagna anyway, and Adrian did come from an Italian family.
Adrian didn't reply right away, just leaned back and watched Kane for a moment, enjoying the fingers in his hair and just being here, relaxing. "You wanna meet my sister?" he asked finally, brushing his knuckles against Kane's thigh. "You can't say no, by the way. My sister wants to meet you." There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, as if he was letting Kane in on a big, funny secret, but the truth was he felt a little nervous still and didn't really know how to drop this on Kane. He probably should have told him beforehand that he was going to tell Mila about him but he honestly hadn't been sure he'd get the words out. It would have sucked to come back and have Kane ask how it went and have to tell him he'd chickened out but at the moment he wasn't sure if that would have been preferable over telling him like this.
It sounded like a weird question at first, because Kane had already met Mila ... and then his heart tripped for a second. The look on Adrian’s face made him think he meant meet Mila for real, as Adrian’s boyfriend. Had he come out to her? Kane stared at him for a few beats, a bout of his own nerves starting up in his gut. “Meet her like ... as your buddy from down the hall?” he asked slowly, one brow creeping upward. He didn’t want to assume he was reading Adrian’s expression right and be shot down about it. Adrian hadn’t told him he planned to come out today, just in some nebulous future, and Kane definitely hadn’t expected it to be this soon since the last time they talked about it. His hands were suddenly a little clammy, so he let the one in Adrian’s hair drop to rest on his shoulder instead.
"No," Adrian said slowly. "As the nice guy I met and started actually seeing after he saved my little sister's ass." It didn't happen as frequently that he couldn't get a good read on Kane but it was happening now and it was wreaking havoc on his stomach in a way that felt really dumb somehow. "As in, I came out and told her I was seeing someone." He gave Kane a hesitant smile and tried not to show just how shaky he suddenly felt. "Is that okay?" It was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Or maybe he'd just been joking around and much preferred their relationship to be a secret. Meeting family was a big step and it wasn't like they'd been seeing each other for that long.
Kane realized all of the sudden that part of him had been sure that Adrian would never actually come out, even to his sister. He’d known that didn’t make sense after Aaron had found out, but fears were rarely sensical. That fear immediately morphed into insecurity that Adrian’s sister would see right through him to what a piece of shit he was and convince Adrian that he could do better, but Kane tried not to let that show. This coming out was bigger than him, and the uncertainty in Adrian’s expression made Kane want to squeeze him hard. He’d faced a fear and done a big thing today, and Kane knew it had probably been difficult. Adrian needed his support not his personal anxieties. “Shut up, that’s amazing,” he said, letting a grin spread over his face as the pride started to kick in too. He jostled Adrian a bit with the arm around his shoulders. “Look at you, you fuckin’ did it. How’d it go, what’d she say?”
Adrian had been slowly sliding into defensive mode as Kane hesitated, ready to get righteously pissed off but he snapped out of it as soon as Kane smiled, flooded by relief. "She was just... She was happy for me and a little surprised and she promised she won't be the one to tell mom." They'd talked about so many things, he almost blanked out on what exactly they'd said as excitement coursed through him but he remembered the basics, the vibe and the smile on her face, now erasing that stupid made-up disappointment he'd given her in all his what-if scenarios. "Oh and she's a matchmaker, let her believe that she's the reason we met." He was sure Kane did not want her to know the truth, one angry sister was enough to deal with.
He was right about that, too many people already knew the full truth, Kane was more than fine with keeping that from Mila. He was already worried enough that she was going to hate him. “Well she is, just not how she thinks,” Kane said with a little chuckle. He was relieved and pleased to hear that Mila’s reaction had been good. He’d been pretty sure it would go that way, but it wasn’t like he knew her or anything. “That’s great though, babe,” he went on, ruffling Adrian’s hair again. Kane leaned over to plant a smooch on his cheek, then sat back to look at him again. He looked happy, but Kane knew it could be a complicated emotional experience. “How’re you feeling about it?” He was dying to know the details, if Adrian had talked him up at all, what kind of expectations he’d given her, but he didn’t know how to ask.
Adrian was about to reply that he was good, and he was, but he was also a whole lot of other things he couldn't name. "I honestly don't know," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "Relieved? Kinda... freefalling? It's been a secret for so long and now it's not and it's... I don't know. I just don't know." He huffed and moved in closer to Kane again, preferring the closeness to the scrutiny as he leaned in against him. "I can't help but think that, considering everything else that has happened, this is probably no big deal. Maybe she wouldn't have been this cool with it six years ago, you know? I don't know. Just, it kinda pales in comparison to everything we've been through." And yet it felt like a big deal and at the same time like it shouldn't be.
Kane nodded a little as Adrian expressed having mixed feelings. That was pretty understandable, he thought. Especially since Adrian had built it up so much in his mind, letting that anxiety run free ... and maybe it would still be a big drama with the rest of the family if they ever found out, but at least he knew he had his sister’s support. It obviously meant a lot to him. “I get what you mean, but ... it shouldn’t even be compared,” Kane said, lightly clunking the side of his head against Adrian’s. “It’s not some terrible traumatic thing. Just a part of who you are.” He felt like he could see the Catholic upbringing when Adrian talked about being gay in that negative light, and he hoped it would fade with time. “It’s a big deal ‘cause it’s important to you, but like ... a good kind of big deal.”
It felt like a terrible thing most of the time when Adrian thought about it in context with his life, but this here with Kane didn't feel terrible and that was part of it too. Kane was right, it was definitely the Catholic upbringing that made Adrian choke on it. The ongoing homophobia in his family and community was the culprit and not who Adrian was - it could just be hard to see it that way when it felt easier to blame himself. "I guess it shouldn't be a big deal at all," he said with a wan smile. "But telling the truth is. Yeah. That's a big deal. Mila accepting it like she did." His smile grew a little as he thought about it. "And Aaron, he's nothing like his brothers, that's for sure."
He huffed a little and brought his hand back up to stroke fingers through Adrian’s hair. “They love you, nerd,” Kane murmured. Mila and Aaron had accepted a much harder and scarier truth about Adrian already, he wasn’t surprised at all that they took this in stride. “But fuck yeah, I’m really happy she took it well. Did she uh, ask a lot of questions about us?” Kane knew the general gist of their cover story, but he was curious to know what exactly Adrian had said about him and their relationship.
"You sound a little worried," Adrian teased him, even if he didn't. "Scared I told her some nasty secrets about you?" He turned his head and leaned in to smooch Kane a little, a small token that he meant nothing by it. "She didn't really ask much, as far as she knows we've only been kinda seeing each other for two or three weeks. If your sister tells her the truth then be warned I'll absolutely tell Mila that she's very mentally ill and probably not fit to be a police officer but we don't talk about it because it's a touchy subject." He made it sound like a joke and he wasn't so sure he could lie to Mila's face if she actually confronted him but he kind of hoped he could, he didn't need any more shadows cast on his relationship with Kane.
If Adrian had spilled some of their nastier secrets, he probably wouldn’t have been nearly as happy about it all as he was. There were many legitimate reasons for Mila to disapprove of their relationship, and Kane could only hope she never found out about any of them. He kissed Adrian back, then winced a little as he brought up Bailey possibly blowing their cover. Adrian’s tone was light, but he was sure it was a real worry in the back of his mind, seeing as how Bailey kind of hated him. “She wouldn’t fuck with us like that,” Kane murmured, but he couldn’t sound completely sure because he wasn’t. Hopefully she wasn’t petty enough to just do it spontaneously, but if he pissed her off enough, who knew. Kane would try to keep them all on good terms. “Two or three weeks though ... I’ll try my best to not seem completely obsessed with you in front of her,” he added with a faint smile. “She really wants to meet me?”
"You're my boyfriend, of course she wants to meet you," Adrian said and couldn't help but keep his tone light and almost joking because 'boyfriend'... wasn't really a word that was easily associated with Kane. It felt too flippant, too cute, but it was pretty accurate all the same, wasn't it? "She was surprised that I hooked up with someone so burly," he added with an amused grin. "Guess she still has a pretty straight picture of me in her head, picturing me with someone small and girlie." The opposite of what Kane was, really. "I told her I thought about introducing you as a friend but she'd see right through it."
‘Boyfriend’ did feel like a weird word that didn’t really fit him, or them, but Kane couldn’t think of a better one. Lover, partner, significant other -- they all sounded far too weak and stupid to touch what he had with Adrian. They were inextricably linked together now, regardless of what they called it or what anybody else thought about it. Even if the word wasn’t perfect, the warm loving feeling it gave him was priceless. Kane laughed a bit at being called burly and wrinkled his nose a bit. “Was that your usual type back in Portland?” he asked with his own little grin. “Femme and twinky?” He couldn’t really picture Adrian with a guy like that, but Kane didn’t want to picture him with anyone but him, so that might have had something to do with it.
"No," Adrian replied with a little titter, shaking his head. "They weren't femme or particularly burly, they were just... I don't know. Somewhere in between." Looking back, that felt like settling, but he knew that was only because he was stupidly in love with Kane now and trying to imagine being attracted to someone else felt weird. He'd felt some attraction to Toby's friends back at his birthday party but it had paled in comparison to the sudden hunger meeting Kane again had invoked in him. "Boring, probably," he added. "Safe. Unlike you." Kane was not safe, this whole thing had felt like a rollercoaster ride and Kane was still a dangerous man. But Adrian felt safe with him, like they'd gotten all the violence out of their system already and all that remained was obsession.
Kane liked the idea that all of Adrian’s previous lovers had been boring vanilla faceless guys, nobody worth really remembering. That was probably hypocritical since he remembered a lot of his past partners, many of them with fondness, but he’d had much more experience than Adrian had, and Kane’s feelings weren’t always fair. He was mostly human, after all. “Unlike me,” he murmured his soft agreement. He so often felt like a pathetic disaster area inside, it was easy to forget that he was a dangerous man. That internal self-loathing probably contributed to how dangerous he could actually be, but Kane didn’t care to look at that too closely at the moment. He was more interested in that warm twisty feeling in his gut that he was getting from this conversation. “Unlike you, too. You ain’t safe and boring either.” Kane smirked and gave Adrian’s hair a little tug.
"Nope, I managed to take you down," Adrian retorted, not resisting the tug at all. "Caught you and kept you." He had no delusions that he only kept Kane because Kane wanted to be kept, but it was a fun little idea anyway. He hadn't had much to drink but he could feel the nice buzz from the alcohol coming on anyway and so he took one sip before putting the bottle away, then curled in against Kane again. "You're more than that though," he reminded him. "You make me happy." He reached up to trail his fingers along Kane's jaw as he spoke, resting his head against his shoulder as he gazed up at him. "We can allow ourselves to be safe and boring sometimes, as a treat."
His eyes drifted over Adrian when he pulled away to put his beer down. He was so beautiful, even in this most casual setting, just in his boxers and a t-shirt, comfortable and rumpled, and it made Kane’s chest ache with a bittersweet feeling he couldn’t name. No wild animal ever captured had wanted to be kept more than he did. Kane gazed back down at him, enjoying that soft little touch and the chocolatey depths of Adrian’s eyes. This was the closest to ‘safe and boring’ he’d ever felt in his life. Sometimes he didn’t know how to handle it, like someone had just placed a beautiful glass bauble in his hands and told him to hold onto it but not to break it. He felt so clumsy with beautiful things. “You make me happy too,” Kane whispered, and it came out more gravelly than he anticipated. “More than I’ve ever been. Kiss me before you make me cry again, fuckin’ asshole.”
"Like I'm making you cry all the time," Adrian huffed but he was more than happy to oblige Kane with kisses and then some so he moved to straddle his lap - or take his favorite seat, as he sometimes liked to call it - and cupped his face with both hands as he kissed him. Despite his dismissive reply, Kane's words made his chest feel tight, especially with that rust in his voice and the attempt at nonchalance with his cussing. It was little things like those that made it easier to believe Kane really loved him and helped him feel like telling Mila about him hadn't been a giant fuck-up.
It seemed like Adrian was always making him cry, at least more than he was used to doing. There had definitely been more happy tears than he’d ever shed in his life. They were clogging up his throat now, even as Adrian straddled him, but he could smother them in kissing, he was pretty sure. Kane slipped his arms tightly around his man, hands spread against Adrian’s back to hold him close as he parted his lips to kiss him deeper. His chest felt tight and expansive at the same time, like it couldn’t contain the swell of emotion that Adrian called up in him so effortlessly. It felt incredible and scary to know that such an important person in Adrian’s life knew about him now, it was so validating. He just had to not fuck it up somehow.
Adrian felt like he could taste it on him, all that emotion washing over him and pulling him in. It would be so easy to joke about it some more, complain that Kane was making him sound like some abusive dick, but he recognized it as a dumb defense mechanism and he didn't need defending right now. He might not feel bored or boring, but he felt safe and that included putting his guard down. "I love you," he murmured between kisses, brushing their lips together as he spoke. "Kinda love making you cry too." It wasn't a joke, not that kind of joke anyway. Impacting Kane's feelings like that was validating as fuck, plus Kane did like it when Adrian hurt him sometimes, twisted as that might be. "Love making you moan more, though," he added with a little smile. "Just love you."
Kane knew deep down that there were very few things Adrian could do to drive him away now. He would put up with a lot of bad-crying before he gave any of this up. Their relationship had already been a rollercoaster, they’d been through a lot and still wanted each other, how could it get that bad again? His fingers pressed harder into Adrian’s back and he smiled faintly himself. “I love you too,” he said softly. “I’ll cry for you, moan for you ... whatever you want.” He caught Adrian’s bottom lip with his teeth to give it a light scrape, his cock beginning to swell in his boxer briefs. Adrian had a real knack for making him horny and emotional at the same time, something he never knew he’d enjoy so much. It was addictive, the heady rush of love and lust mixed together.
Adrian reached up to run his fingers through Kane's hair, tightening his hold halfway through and pulling his head back gently while his other hand trailed down to Kane's exposed neck. That was yet another thing he loved, that space where his stubble faded and his jugular became prominent. There was strength and vulnerability in it and it thrilled Adrian to run his finger along it. He still wasn't thrilled about having his own neck touched but Kane's wasn't off limits and he did love touching it. "You're gonna do all that for me?" he asked with feigned innocence, but his grin was a bit wolfish as he ducked his head to nip at Kane's neck.
His breath caught at the sensation of Adrian’s fingers against his throat and in his hair. There was something so hot and primal and exposed about it, the human equivalent of rolling over to show his underbelly. Adrian had full access to all of Kane’s soft and tender bits, physical and non, and while parts of Kane craved punishment for everything he’d done, he trusted Adrian not to hurt him as badly as he could. He’d never been so vulnerable, as an adult, and it felt amazing and cathartic to be safe for once. The graze of teeth drew a soft grunt out of him and Kane closed his eyes, one hand sliding down to grip Adrian’s ass. “More,” he breathed, not quite sure himself if he meant he would do that and more, or if he was asking for more. Both, really.
Adrian didn't really care which he meant or if he meant both, it was just a nice word to hear when he was tasting Kane's neck and touching him as he pleased. An encouraging word that made him want more too. "There'll always be more," he murmured against Kane's skin before biting into that sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder. It had been a long day and he was getting tired but that didn't seem to faze him when it came to Kane. The last thing he wanted was to fall asleep, still a bit hyper from both telling Mila and then telling Kane that he'd told her. It had him buzzing a little and this was the best way to settle down again.
Kane was getting more riled up than settled down, but in a warm and comfy way that felt so damn good. Adrian’s teeth at his neck gave him a delicious internal shudder, goosebumps rushing down his back and arms. Adrian’s words felt like a promise, and Kane was so happy to believe him. This hunger between them might settle into something more familiar and less volatile, but it wasn’t going away, and he hoped they both always felt like they had more to give each other. He restlessly ran his hands up over Adrian’s back and down again, then slipped them both under the hem of his shirt to touch bare skin. He was so in love with every inch, every dimple and mole and scar, every bit of this man who’d just done something brave he never thought he would do ... for Kane, so they could have more freedom together.
Adrian was barely even thinking about that anymore; this huge event that he'd dreaded for so long was faded to the back of his mind because he was too caught up in Kane to think about it. He could feel the way Kane reacted to him and the way he touched him back was so damn nice. He'd forgotten the lasagna for now too but that was okay, Kane wasn't hungry for anything but him right now and Adrian just wanted to devour him in turn. "Gonna take this off," he murmured as he leaned back and pulled his shirt off, giving Kane's shirt a pointed look as he tossed his own aside. He gave him enough room to take it off if he wanted to, giving him a warm grin. "Need help with that?"
He was too distracted by watching Adrian strip his shirt off to do the same to his own immediately. Kane had noticed his body getting gradually thicker, like he was putting on muscle weight. Whatever had been done that helped his supernatural hunger seemed to be good for him. Kane’s hands itched to touch him more, so he didn’t waste more time, just gave a little snerk at Adrian’s offer as he sat forward. He pulled his t-shirt off by the back of the collar and tossed it in the same direction Adrian’s had gone. Kane sat forward to press their bodies skin to skin, his mouth finding Adrian’s shoulder and collarbone as he stroked his hands over his bare back. He kissed and nuzzled and enjoyed that hot weighty feeling in his cock. “You’re about to make me carry you to bed again,” he murmured, nipping lightly at Adrian’s skin.
That one thing was always so satisfying, feeling Kane flush against him, all hot skin and hard muscle. Adrian wanted to stay like that all the time, just rubbing up against him and holding him tight. It was his turn to enjoy being nibbled on and he tilted his head to give Kane more space to do just that, his hands lazily trailing up and down Kane's arms, his body slowly rocking against him automatically. Kane's words pulled him back from the nice, mindless place he'd been slipping into and he grinned. He wouldn't mind that at all. "That gonna be a problem?" he asked. "I can walk, you know. Spare your back." He sounded amused in a way that Kane might take as a challenge but it was more giddiness than anything.
“Don’t you worry ‘bout my back,” Kane grumbled playfully. He could make fun of himself with old man jokes now that he was over forty, but he knew he was still in unusually good shape. It was necessary for his survival. “Yours is the one about to get blown out.” He nibbled at the side of Adrian’s neck again as he shifted forward on the couch cushion, getting a good grip under Adrian’s thighs and ass. He may have been thickening up and a grown man, but he still wasn’t impossibly heavy for Kane. He grunted a bit as he stood up with his lover in his arms, and started shuffling toward the bedroom where there was more comfort and space and lube. Once they were there, he knelt on the bed and dropped his load onto his back, covering Adrian’s body with his own and dipping in for more of those deep kisses.
Adrian thought he was doing his best to live up to Mila's description of him and it was hot as hell to have someone carry him this easily with those sweet promises to boot. He clung to Kane until he was safely horizontal again, but kept his legs loosely wrapped around him as he kissed him back hungrily and ran his hands over his back and sides. In the back of his mind he sent out a warning to the cosmos to not steal Kane away from him during sex again but then he focused on the here and now again, letting himself enjoy what was happening. The kissing sent a hot rush straight to his cock and made him feel alive. Everything Kane did made him feel so fucking alive, they'd been through so much near death shit together, maybe that had something to do with it but he had a feeling that even without all the trauma, Kane would still thrill him like this.
Kane didn’t know where they would be without all of the trauma they’d both been through and shared ... probably in two separate worlds, minding their own business. He wondered sometimes if Adrian would’ve ever given him a second look if the wendigo had never happened and he’d just been living some normal-person life. It was pointless to think about since they were where they were and things had happened like they had ... Kane just couldn’t imagine his life anymore without this in it, without Adrian in it. He didn’t want to. Especially when the man was filling all his senses and making him feel so needy and achy and good. He spread his knees further and pushed his thighs against the back of Adrian’s, rocking his hips by instinct to rub their bulges together while they kissed and nibbled on each other. He never wanted to give this up, and he couldn’t explain what it meant to him that Adrian had accepted him deeper into his life tonight. Kane just had to show him.
Adrian had reached a point where he couldn't imagine Kane not undoing him with a simple look. His what if thoughts included Kane now, they lived in a small town, Kane was 'accident' prone, they would have met one way or another and it was hard to imagine there not being sexual tension. He didn't care if it was true or not, he believed it. There was no way he could wind himself around Kane, roll their tongues together and rub up against him and think that in any timeline he'd be immune to Kane's sexual appeal. Sure it was unfortunate that they'd met the way they met, but sometimes Adrian felt like that was fate too; like they'd gotten the worst of it all out of the way and now nothing could surprise them or ruin what they had. He wouldn't let anything ruin this and just the thought of it made him clutch at Kane more possessively while they kissed.
Part of Kane was still afraid this relationship would crash and burn at some point, that he would end up heartbroken and devastated and he would eventually blow his brains out ... but that pessimistic voice in his head had always been with him. He had been taught very early that he didn’t deserve anything good, and that even if he got something good by accident he would fuck it up. It didn’t make any logical sense, considering the fact that Adrian was there in his bed even after everything, but subconscious trauma responses were rarely rational. Kane’s conscious mind just knew he wanted to cling to this for as long as it lasted, it made him feel better than anything else ever had. If he ended up a broken man using his big Out down the road ... so be it, he would enjoy the journey getting there as much as he could. Kane loved the way Adrian’s limbs tightened around him, and he made a soft sound into the kiss, one hand caressing Adrian’s arm and side. He dragged it down over his man’s hip and squeezed his thigh. “These gotta go,” he muttered in between kisses, tugging a bit at the leg of Adrian’s boxers.
"Agreed," Adrian murmured back and ran one hand down to Kane's ass, giving him a little squeeze before tugging on his boxers. "These too." He let go of his leg-deathgrip on Kane to give them both some room to get their underwear off, tittering softly at the squirming and maneuvering. "Should've taken them off in the living room," he said and arched up to nip on Kane's bottom lip. "It's hard to be sensible when I'm with you." Thinking ahead? When Kane was kissing him? That just sounded fake and Adrian murmured contently when he felt Kane's cock press against his skin with no cotton between them. He nudged his boxers the rest of the way off and didn't much care what happened to them after that, too busy exploring Kane's naked skin.
It was always an awkward little dance whenever they weren’t standing straight up, but Kane kind of enjoyed all the squirming, taking the opportunity to grope Adrian here and there while they stripped down. His cock had already been half hard and getting close to Adrian again sent more blood rushing into it. Kane rolled them around with a playful little growl, until he ended up on top of his man, straddling his hips. He ran his hands down Adrian’s arms to grip his wrists and pulled them up to pin them against the mattress over his head. Kane loved being touched by him, of course, but he knew Adrian loved it too and it was fun sometimes to restrain him from something he liked to do. A little grin crossed Kane’s face before he dipped in to give him another nibbly kiss. “You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he muttered. “Drive me crazy.”
Adrian pushed up into his grip and loved every second of it, bringing up all those complicated feelings he had about Kane - not just from their past but from how he perceived him and how he wanted him. There was so much push and pull and he loved being dominated by him as much as he loved dominating him. It was fantastic but sometimes a little confusing. "I do it on purpose," he groaned as he pushed and pulled again. "I like you fucking crazy. Love you fucking crazy." He bucked his hips up and let memories and fantasies rush through his head, all mixed up. Hunting Kane down, pinning him down like this, being tied up in that shed again, this right here.
Kane loved their push and pull, and how rough their love could be sometimes. They both had complicated and often dark feelings toward each other and what they’d been through, and maybe intense fucking wasn’t the best way to work through all of that, but it damn sure felt good. “I know, you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” Kane murmured, pushing back against that bucking. His arms flexed as he held Adrian’s arms down tighter, enjoying the sensation of flexing against someone else’s strength. Kane wasn’t always able to overpower this man, so it made the times he could even more delicious. He rolled his hips to rub their erections together, a low groan in his throat as he kissed Adrian deep again.
Brat had never been a sexy word to Adrian but it was like anything Kane said became sexy - which was probably dangerous. He was itching to touch Kane again but it also felt good to be pinned down and he kissed him back with fervor to make up for what he couldn't do with his hands. "You're a brat too," he groaned against Kane's lips, probably too late for a comeback but he didn't care. "Lucky I love that." He pushed up against Kane, then let his head fall back on the mattress just to catch a glimpse of that mischief glinting in his eyes, letting his gaze sweep over his face just to take in those familiar and well loved features. "So what do we do about it?"
Even though he’d never thought of himself that way, maybe he was. Kane just liked to push Adrian’s buttons and vice versa, he didn’t care what anybody else would call it. He relished feeling the frustrated tension in his man’s body, Adrian was practically vibrating with it underneath him. It kind of made Kane want to push him some more, tease him until he got mad about it, something like that. But maybe tonight wasn’t the best for leaning on boundaries, he just wanted to make both of them feel good. He looked back at him, a little smirk curling his mouth, and let go of one of Adrian’s wrists. Kane slipped his hand between them to catch Adrian’s cock with it and squeezed. “Guess we gotta make each other behave,” he murmured as he started to stroke.
Adrian thought about how a guy didn't need a leash as long as he had a cock to grab, or something to that effect - his thoughts were pretty jumbled by the fact Kane was grabbing his cock and that was as good a way as any to start making him behave. "We can try," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he moved his free hand to cup the back of Kane's head, pulling him down for another kiss. God, this man was irresistible and he couldn't help but buck up into his grip as he ran his fingers down over his back. It felt good to just sprawl out and be pampered for a bit, especially after a long day, and by the time his hand reached Kane's hip he broke the kiss briefly. "You wanna ride me?" he whispered. "Since you're right there and all."
As their mouths crashed together again, Kane shifted his grip on Adrian’s remaining wrist so he could put them palm to palm instead and link their fingers tightly. He was so in love with Adrian’s hands, his lips and tongue, the solid muscle under Kane’s thighs, the way his voice got all husky when he was turned on ... everything. He knew it was unrealistic to feel this way for forever, that one day something Adrian did would annoy him or he would get tired of this or that ... he just couldn’t imagine it from here, basking in all the chest-expanding love he had for this man. Kane just wanted to devour him and be devoured back in some crazy never-ending cycle. “That what you want?” he breathed back, lips brushing against Adrian’s. “My ass?” It was an unnecessary question, but Kane still loved to hear it. He let go of Adrian’s hand to reach for the bedside bottle of lube, because that was what he wanted too. Kane sat up enough to dribble some of it onto Adrian’s cock, giving him a few slick strokes to warm it up.
"I want all of you," Adrian growled, his now free hand not so subtly finding its way to Kane's crotch as if for emphasis, fingers curling around his erection. "But yeah, I want your ass. I like fucking you." He arched again, hungrily watching Kane now that he was sitting upright and showing off more of his beautiful body. Kane made the best sounds when he was getting fucked and Adrian absolutely understood why. It was intense in a way he wasn't always in the mood for but watching Kane squirm from the sensation never got old. He let out a soft grunt at the way Kane's fingers manipulated his cock, sending sweet shivers through his body. "Do you want my cock, baby?" he asked hoarsely, giving Kane's ass a little squeeze again.
Kane had never thought he would like being called something like ‘baby’, but it did something twisty to his insides that he loved. There were some tangled ideas of masculinity in his brain, and what being strong meant, and he’d never allowed another man to ‘dominate’ him before the way Adrian sometimes did. There was just something about how he could make Kane feel vulnerable and delicate and adored, but hungered after in such a rough and visceral way at the same time, he couldn’t get enough. “Fuck yes, I do,” he murmured, giving Adrian’s cock an extra firm stroke before he shifted his knees forward to get into a better position. Reaching behind him, Kane lined their bodies up, his heavy-lidded gaze locked on Adrian’s face as he started to push back against his cock, hips rolling slowly to work it into himself. “You always feel so fuckin’ good,” he whispered.
Adrian pushed up to meet him, struggling not to thrust once his cock caught on the rim and pressed inside that heat. It made his chest do something that felt like a weird mix of too full and deflated and he reveled in that sensation that shouldn't feel good but did anyway. "You've no idea how good you make me feel," he groaned contently and fumbled around for the bottle of lube Kane had discarded to get some on his fingers. He wanted to do more to make Kane feel good and a hand job was always better with lube. "God damn," he whispered, clutching Kane's hip again as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, smoothing his thumb over the tip.
He was pretty sure that was a lie and he did know how good Adrian felt, because he felt the same, so often. More often than he’d ever gotten to feel at any other point in his life. They’d both been through so much hell, maybe the strength of their connection had more to do with all the trauma than anything else ... but Kane didn’t think so. It was deeper than that, more personal. The monsters inside of them recognized and accepted each other. He was sure they would make one hell of a case for a psychologist though. Kane didn’t care, especially not at the moment, while Adrian’s cock slowly stretched him open. The hand around his dick almost felt like too much, overstimulating while so much of his body’s focus was elsewhere, and he wrapped his free hand around Adrian’s wrist to keep him still. “Fuck,” he exhaled heavily, sinking down further around his lover. Finally Adrian was fully inside of him, and Kane paused to let them adjust, letting his clean hand run up and across Adrian’s chest.
It was subtle, but Adrian caught on and loosened his grip on him, staring up at him with adoration and desire. His cock throbbed inside of him, the tight heat was like nothing else and he could feel his body tremble with the effort to not start moving. He was letting Kane be in charge for now, letting him set the pace while Adrian just soaked up the pleasure of it and let himself relax. He could swear Kane's face changed when he got fucked, something loosened up, his eyes got softer somehow and while he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly, he loved staring at him and trying to figure it out. He loved this man so damn much, he wanted to know every little thing about him, every little twitch of a facial expression and what it meant.
Kane certainly felt hazier with Adrian’s cock buried in him, all of his muscles feeling thicker and pleasantly heavier somehow, so he wouldn’t have been surprised to hear it showed on his face. It just felt like every inch of him was filled with pleasure when he was with his man like this. Kane could feel the heat in Adrian’s intent gaze, and it made his core feel molten hot. He licked his lips and he stared back for a moment, his hand braced against Adrian’s chest. Kane slowly rotated his pelvis, relishing every inch of hardness inside of him. He loved to watch the pleasure dance over Adrian’s features, knowing they were soaking in the same feelings, in sync with each other. Kane released Adrian’s wrist to drag his fingers up his arm, his hips starting to rock in a lazy sort of rhythm, that intense pressure easing into a deeper pleasure.
Adrian caught his hand and tangled their fingers together, pressing their hands down against Kane's thigh. He was kind of obsessed with it when Kane did anything with his mouth and seeing his tongue dart out even for a second was indescribably hot. And then he started moving and Adrian's eyes closed on their own accord, a soft groan escaping his throat. He slowly opened his eyes again to watch Kane but he had to force it this time, his eyelids growing heavy just as his whole body tensed with desire. He had a sudden worry that Kane would 'go away' again but he pushed it away as best as he could. There was no point in feeling bad about things that weren't actively happening, he had to enjoy the moment, take everything he could of those feel-good things in his life. Kane was very present right now and Adrian didn't want to think about the last death cockblock.
He loved drawing those quiet sounds out of Adrian, and Kane’s heart sped up. He stroked his thumb over Adrian’s knuckles, his grip tight. Kane started to move with more purpose, lengthening his strokes as his breathing got deeper and quicker. It became a struggle to keep his own eyes open against that sweet heaviness in him, and Kane let his head fall back on his neck for a moment, a low moan bubbling up and out of him. Gods, it felt good, the head of Adrian’s cock rubbing against that perfect internal spot. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing the word out. He reached behind him to brace his free hand on Adrian’s thigh, the change in angle sending an ecstatic shudder up his spine. Kane worked his hips over his man’s, torn between trying to pace himself and his hunger for more.
Adrian showed some good self restraint for now in not speeding things up but it helped that he was obsessively watching Kane's body as he moved, like he was putting on a show for him and how absolutely dumbstruck he could feel just watching this man. The way his muscles worked under his skin, the pop of veins and slew of scars all but dancing on the surface. It was all so fucking beautiful and so was that ecstatic look on his face. It helped Adrian take it slow because he just wanted to stare at him while he enjoyed the low tempo pleasure that felt like it was urgently trying to break into something much bigger. When Kane shuddered, he shuddered with him and pushed up deeper into him without thinking, that tornado of feelings inside him touching on something that was almost sad but in a stupidly good way. Kane made him feel weird near constantly and his breath caught at this one that plucked at that possessive, crazy tendency he felt towards him.
Being watched always gave him this weirdly delicious self-consciousness where he objectified in the best possible way. It made Kane feel so sexy and desired, knowing Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off of him was an incredible turn on and not something Kane had felt with many other lovers in his life. Plus, he was finding there was a whole different vibe to it when he was showing off to someone he actually really loved. Kane moaned helplessly as he worked his body over Adrian’s, sinking deeper into that mindless haze of chasing pleasure where time felt loose and his higher brain function dissolved. His pace began to speed up after a few moments of riding Adrian slow, and Kane bent over his lover again, bracing his hand against the mattress as he dipped in for a few breathy kisses. “I love you,” he grunted against Adrian’s lips, not giving any conscious thought to the words. They came so naturally now, the most pure truth he had.
Even if Adrian felt no shame in loving Kane, there was still some outside voice in his head that asked him if this was really the man he was coming out for. It both clashed so much with whatever hypotheticals he'd made up in his head when he was younger, and given their history it was kind of wild. But the answer was a firm yes, yes this was the man he was coming out for, yes this was the man he loved, just a constant stream of Yes-es especially when Kane was rhythmically moving against him, pulling his pleasure up from his core to sing in his every nerve. "I love you," he echoed in a groan, his breath mixed with Kane's just like the heat that grew between them. His toes curled and he drew his legs up a bit to get more leverage to start moving as well, unable to just stay still any longer.
That first thrust with more strength behind it drew a sharper sound out of Kane, and he nipped at Adrian’s bottom lip. He adjusted his position to make the angle better for his lover to move with him, waves of pleasure rolling through his gut. Hearing those words back always made his chest flutter extra hard when they were locked in this dance, the emotional intimacy just as vibrant and real as the physical. It was hard now to imagine how he’d survived so long without this. It made his life so much better, richer, and he felt such an intense gratitude. This was his favorite way to express it, when they were so connected. Kane’s hips sped up, pushing back into Adrian’s thrusts to drive him in deep. His hand was still loose around Kane’s cock, but even that bit of friction felt electric, building his desperation for more.
God, Adrian loved those sounds he made, that blissed out look on his face that turned almost pained when he pushed in deeper. He could only hope he looked half as hot as Kane did during sex but it was hard to imagine having any sort of grace when the pleasure hit this hard. He already felt dopey and out of touch with any self-consciousness, too caught up in everything Kane to really think about himself much beyond how good he felt. He could feel Kane's energy rising to match his own and he pushed up against his hand and against his body, beginning to itch to sit up and change their positions. It still felt so deliciously good to be pinned down, he couldn't put any real struggle in it but still he pushed up and groaned softly into their kiss.
He took the physical cue and pulled away, sitting up again to give Adrian room. Kane didn’t care what position they were in, as long as they didn’t stop. He moved with his man, ending up on his back, strong legs wrapped tight around Adrian’s hips. Kane was very familiar with that urgent need to set the pace and really move, and he was more than happy to let Adrian take over. He groaned deeply and lifted his head to kiss Adrian hungrily again, one hand running down his back while the other clutched in his thick hair. Dopey or not, he was fucking gorgeous to Kane, and he loved watching him come unraveled when they fucked, just as needy and desperate as he felt inside.
It wasn't the first time Adrian felt at odds with himself with Kane, wanting one thing and then abruptly changing his mind to crave the opposite. He just wanted everything with Kane all the time and while being pampered and loved on had felt great for a time, now he wanted to use some more energy and return the favor. It gave him more control too, but at the same time he didn't feel like he was in control at all, driven by raw need and lust, chasing his pleasure and taking all he could get from Kane. He kissed him deeply as he drove into him with more purpose, the pressure in his balls and cock slowly growing to that point where it was almost uncomfortably tight, setting him on that single-minded release path. He didn't give into it yet, instead basked in it and the way Kane was touching him and clinging to him. He'd released his cock for now, one hand fisted in the sheet for balance, the other clutching Kane's hip and that was just as well too; if Kane went off, Adrian needed to follow quickly and he wasn't ready for this to end just yet.
Kane grunted and moaned against Adrian’s mouth, tasting him as deeply as he could between breaths. Even though Adrian wasn’t as tall and bulky as Kane, the weight of him felt damned good, and that hand gripping his hip was firm and grounding. He was getting jolts of pleasure from his cock rubbing against Adrian’s abdomen as he moved, and it was so good and so frustrating at the same time. Kane was in no hurry to change anything up though, also wanting to drag this ecstasy out for as long as they could. No matter how many times they did this -- and it was even more frequent now that they lived so close together -- he couldn’t get his fill of this man. He shifted his legs a bit to get some leverage of his own, rocking his hips up to meet Adrian’s thrusts, wanting him as deep as he could get.
"You don't want me to last, do you," Adrian whispered hoarsely into the kiss and couldn't help but titter breathlessly. It felt like Kane was doing everything in his power to bring him to an orgasm even as Adrian tried to draw it out, but he had a feeling that Kane didn't need to try anything for it to feel like that. At least it wasn't something he worried about anymore, if he came, he could still keep going - or they could do other things. Sex with Kane was never boring but it didn't make him nervous in a bad way anymore now that they'd already had some things get in the way and shown themselves not to be perfect.
A dazed little grin crossed Kane’s face. He loved knowing he was pushing the limits of Adrian’s pleasure, it really amplified his own. Adrian got him riding that edge so quickly, he was starting to think he didn’t actually have the staying power he’d been proud of for years, he’d just never been this in love before. Kane’s core flexed one more time before he made himself stop, because he didn’t want it to be over yet either. “I can’t help it, you just feel so good,” he murmured back. Kane licked his lips and flexed his hand in Adrian’s hair. He let his other hand stroke down Adrian’s back, loving how his muscles felt working under the skin.
"So do you," Adrian whispered, drinking in the gentle touches and groaning softly at the tug on his hair. He took a moment to just look at Kane again, letting himself be amazed that he was actually balls deep inside this man, that he was loved by him, that they had something Adrian had never thought he'd have. It was bigger than life in a way, hard to comprehend and only easy to believe because he was right there. He dipped down to kiss him again, occasionally moving to give him smaller kisses on his jaw and chin, brushing his lips over the slight stubble there. It was good to shift his attention a bit but it kept getting drawn to the rising pressure in his balls, the thrumming pleasure in his cock demanding it, seemingly getting stronger with every thrust.
Kane had similar feelings of surreal wonder off and on about his boyfriend and how crazy-incredible it was that they had ended up here. People could get attached to each other for all kinds of odd reasons and they’d been through a lot of trauma together, but this thing with Adrian felt so real and true, Kane couldn’t doubt it was sincere. He really loved who his man was, whether he was nursing the populous of this fucked up town, or dashing through the woods with superhuman speed and agility. Adrian had killed people, eaten people, and Kane didn’t care. He’d also saved lives and deeply loved his family. They knew the darkest and lightest parts of each other, and they both still wanted to be here, and that was what mattered. Getting lost in all of the pleasure as Adrian kissed and fucked him, Kane groaned softly with almost every breath. His hands roamed restlessly over every part of Adrian he could reach, a small pool of precum forming on his stomach. He felt like he could stay in that moment for hours and days, full of heat and mindless good feelings.
It was crazy to think about how the first time they'd met, Kane had pulled a gun on him. Given what Adrian knew about him now - how he really made a living, the fact he killed monsters all the damn time - it was nothing short of a miracle he hadn't pulled the trigger. Like he knew, Adrian's overly romantic thoughts told him. Like he knew this was coming. He imagined them the other way around, Kane on his knees covered in blood, eating raw meat at the side of the road. If Adrian had been human, he'd have been horrified by the sight - terrified, even. Now it just kind of delighted him. Tables turned, Kane the monster, the cannibal, the untamed force. God he was fucked in the head now. "I love you in every universe," he groaned even if he had no idea if there was such a thing. It was just hard to imagine some other realities where he wasn't tangled up with Kane in some way similar to this, his balls and his heart both full to the point of bursting. "Fuck, I'm so close." He didn't think that was a bad thing. If he was all hulked out so to speak he could go on for hours doing just this, but that would just leave them both feeling raw and sore. It was probably better that he couldn't hold out for much longer, they could do this again in the morning, they could do this again tonight. In every fucking reality.
It was a wildly romantic thing to say, even if Kane had no clue if other universes existed, or what they were like. There were definitely huge things about this one that were inscrutable and strange, so he wasn’t going to discount anything. In some other dimension maybe a version of him killed Adrian right off the bat and never looked back, or maybe they fell in love as normal human baristas, or maybe they were both just trees growing next to each other, who the fuck could say. Kane liked the idea of being so connected though, of finding this love in any possible lifetime, after he needed it for so long. They could only be sure of their own reality, and Adrian had transformed Kane’s into something incredible. He couldn’t put all of that into any words at the moment, he was too rooted in his body and nothing else, but he felt like they understood each other anyway. He wanted to make Adrian feel it now, so he started rocking his hips again to meet those thrusts, and slipped a hand between them to wrap it around his own cock. Feeling Adrian come would get him there in seconds, he was sure. “C’mon then, give it to me, baby,” Kane panted. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
That was all the encouragement Adrian needed and he gave Kane a dazed grin. "Oh I'll fuck you like I mean it," he murmured, amused by the choice of words but damn if they didn't light a fire in him too. "I'll fuck you the way you need it," he added playfully but only a couple of seconds later his amusement was forgotten as he started moving, not just the way Kane needed it, but the way his own body had been aching for. He braced himself, let his hips do most of the work and rolling them just right did something for him too, beyond the good friction and Kane's sweet sounds. His breath started becoming more erratic and stuttered, shallow and rapid as all the pleasure and pressure built up in his core. He could feel Kane right there with him, knew it was safe to go tumbling over that edge. So he did, burying his face against Kane's neck and letting out guttural moans he had no control over while his body kept thrusting to keep up the intensity.
Fuck, it was hot to feel him lose control like that. In everyday life Adrian came across as a pretty laid-back, funny guy who had his shit together. Kane loved that there was room for laughter in their bedroom, but he loved it even more when the pleasure pushed his man out of that comfortable space and into all of this intensity. It was just how he needed to be fucked, at least at that moment, and Adrian pounding that sweet spot inside of him sent him flying. Kane’s grunted sounds joined Adrian’s as the pleasure spiraled sharply upward. He didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver with his hand, but he didn’t really need it, just a few cum-slick tugs were enough. His back arched under Adrian’s body, his big frame shuddering violently with intense pleasure as all of that pressure in his balls suddenly released. He came hard, mindless and noisy, his head pressed to Adrian’s temple. It was blissful, especially with his man’s cock still throbbing inside of him.
Coming at the same time was never a guarantee and they didn't really do it often. Adrian usually came first but that was okay because he did not mind it when Kane was on top and kept going. This though, was kind of fucking perfect. Mere seconds between them, he could feel Kane go off while he was in the middle of his own soaring feelings and it made him feel stupidly close to him. There was a reason this was called a little death and right now it felt like they were happily crashing into oblivion together, seconds stretching out into eternity, eternity condensed into seconds. He made a soft mewling sound against Kane's shoulder, then nibbled on his skin, grunting quietly as he started coming down from his high.
Kane loved it too, as a rare kind of treat, feeling like he was so in sync with Adrian, the two of them bathing in ecstasy together. He rode out those delicious feelings for as long as they lasted, his legs slipping down Adrian’s hips once his body began to fully relax. He let himself be blissfully brainless for a few moments, soaking in the lovely feel of Adrian’s lips and teeth on his skin while those sweet after-twitches died down in both of them. Kane groaned softly and turned his head to kiss at Adrian’s temple and jaw, everything feeling warm and content. “I hate you,” Kane murmured softly, his voice a bit rusty but loving. “You got me so fuckin’ addicted to you.” He had zero desire to quit this particular addiction, and he knew Adrian was right there in it with him.
"Shut up," Adrian groaned, but he couldn't help but smile just a bit as he caught his breath. "You're so whiny." He gave him another kiss and God he felt that, he was so addicted too, he'd go completely insane if he lost this thing they had. He'd go through all the horrors again just to make sure he got to keep Kane, do incredibly stupid things for him. He didn't really want to think about all of that now though, just nibbled lightly on Kane's shoulder before forcing himself to raise his head to look at him. "Well you got me for free, so don't go do anything crazy just 'cause you're a junkie." He slipped his hands under Kane's shoulders, lightly squirming against him for that bit of extra friction. Not too much though, he knew his man was too sensitive for that.
Just the little bit of movement felt good, and Kane gave a soft grunt through his smile. “Dunno if I’d say free,” he muttered, gazing at Adrian through his lashes. “We paid for each other in blood.” It came out as fairly lighthearted, but it was the truth, and somehow it fit perfectly for what they’d become. Their beginning had been crazy intense and that hadn’t let up, it had just changed forms. Even in these types of quiet moments, Kane felt the love he had for Adrian like a hot band squeezing his chest, and he knew he would do anything for him too. He wanted to say he wouldn’t change a single thing, but he still carried guilt about killing Adrian, and he probably always would. He was just stupidly grateful it hadn’t stuck. Kane lifted his head enough to kiss him a few soft times, then grunted softly as it hit the mattress under him again.