ᴠᴀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪs.

“Oh, sweetheart ~ You know I was going to do that anyways.”

What had once been a smirk on Cain’s face is now that of a devious grin befitting the devil himself. To fuck him, fill him up... His wishes are his angel’s to grant, but sooner will he take his absolute sweet time in teasing his darling Sal, bringing him closer and closer to what he so obviously needs in this moment now. All else can wait, if only long enough for him to first reach his peak. Now, Cain doesn’t even try to resist the temptation to throw his beloved down onto the cushions of the couch themselves, all in one swift motion that leaves the smaller of the two breathless, more so than he already had been as he so desperately rutted against him only seconds prior. 

While he towers above him in their new position, grinding his own hips into that same sweet spot as before, he settles one hand over his pretty little neck, deft fingers wrapping around him in a familiar act of dominance as his other hand slides down his heaving chest. He looks down at Sal with eyes half lidded, with wicked adoration.

“You just can’t help but act greedy around me, now, can you? Especially when I touch you like this...” In time with his words, he snakes his hand further and further down, just until it’s hovering above the other’s belt. Over his painfully hard erection. He tests the waters by granting Sal some relief, delicately pressing his palm to his crotch. Feeling how damp he’s already made his slacks, coupled with the needy upwards thrust of his hips, prompts Cain to chuckle darkly. 

“Heh, you can’t even wait for me to strip these clothes off of you.” It’s almost pathetic how much he’s acting like an animal in heat; yet, this is just another reason why he adores him so very much. His little pet, his little toy. He’ll give him everything he wants and more, so long as he continues begging and moaning for him in that sweet voice...