Elijah couldn't help when a small laugh coughed out. He knew that he'd been anything but obvious, and that Cain would have had no idea that the vampire was watching him or desiring him from afar even if he'd been a vampire -- Elijah was good at what he did. The only way that Cain would have known was the way Elijah showed him, and that was something completely private and extraordinarily intimate. Never before had the original reached into his own mind and shared his own thoughts like that. He'd offered impressions and other dreams, but never before had he given anyone a sense of exactly who he was like that, with his emotions open so freely for the other man to feel.
It was as vulnerable as Elijah came and for some reason he dropped that wall for Cain of all people. There wasn't much about Cain that didn't titllate Elijah on some level. It was like merely hearing his voice sent out a wave of velvet over his skin that brushed it backwards and broke out shivers and unfettered wants and needs that the vampire had no control over. Moans-- moans were even worse.
A moan from the man he was touching pulled Elijah's cock up and had it begging for attention. It seemed that those nails had been all the inspiration Cain had needed as papers and books went flying. Elijah found himself being shoved back up on his desk and it surprised him that he didn't mind. Normally, he'd make sure that it would never happen that way, but this time he wanted it. He wanted Cain to rip him open and force his body into a fashion that it'd never been before.
He took a deep breath before he answered. "We don't, but if we're doing it this way, I'm going to ask that we do it in bed, and with some proper lubrication. I've never been entered before." He yanked Cain back in close and wrapped his legs around him tight as Elijah sealed their mouths together, quickly establishing that he wanted this, wanted Cain. He didn't care that Cain was exhausted, or had only just come back to life earlier. As far as the vampire was concerned-- this was his life, the taste and breathe of the other man. It was what was going to get him through the next few hours.
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Date: 2021-04-10 09:26 pm (UTC)It was as vulnerable as Elijah came and for some reason he dropped that wall for Cain of all people. There wasn't much about Cain that didn't titllate Elijah on some level. It was like merely hearing his voice sent out a wave of velvet over his skin that brushed it backwards and broke out shivers and unfettered wants and needs that the vampire had no control over. Moans-- moans were even worse.
A moan from the man he was touching pulled Elijah's cock up and had it begging for attention. It seemed that those nails had been all the inspiration Cain had needed as papers and books went flying. Elijah found himself being shoved back up on his desk and it surprised him that he didn't mind. Normally, he'd make sure that it would never happen that way, but this time he wanted it. He wanted Cain to rip him open and force his body into a fashion that it'd never been before.
He took a deep breath before he answered. "We don't, but if we're doing it this way, I'm going to ask that we do it in bed, and with some proper lubrication. I've never been entered before." He yanked Cain back in close and wrapped his legs around him tight as Elijah sealed their mouths together, quickly establishing that he wanted this, wanted Cain. He didn't care that Cain was exhausted, or had only just come back to life earlier. As far as the vampire was concerned-- this was his life, the taste and breathe of the other man. It was what was going to get him through the next few hours.