Maybe it was hard to understand, but Elijah's first choice in genders for sex was naturally female and that brought down his experiences with males to those few he experimented with for fun, and with those they he'd never been serious with in the times that they'd been together. He'd never felt a shade of emotion for them. Elijah was always about power in sex that he was playing at, he exuded it in his daily life and giving up any sort of power was near to impossible for him.
Even now the vampire wanted to shove Cain over and roll on top of him to take the reigns of this encounter, but another part-- an incredibly curious part really wanted to open himself up to Cain like this. He'd probably never find another male that he'd feel comfortable enough around to let him do this. Plus, this was something he'd fantasized about. He'd thought he'd wait, but when the moment came, Elijah wanted it, and wanted it immediately.
He inhaled and relaxed against the bed, eyeing Cain up and down as the immortal pushed at his shirt. "I imagine you will. Fucking virgins is always pleasurable." He laughed softly, trying to make light of the fact, to cover up the nerves that would be natural to most people, but not to Elijah Mikaelson. No, Elijah couldn't have nerves. Sex was a natural thing and Elijah Mikaelson shouldn't be nervous about any kind of sex.
"It's in the bedside drawer, beside my head there.." He turned his head to the side and pointed. He'd have made a grab for it, but honestly it was easier for Cain to reach the way he was hovering over Elijah. This vantage gave Elijah the opportunity to begin to pull Cain's clothes off his body, not having a need for them while they were in here. He leaned up and kissed at the other man's neck, and then his chin, merely craving open lines of skin for his mouth to skim across, while his hands began to claim the same much lower, climbing over the experienced man with his own deft, curious fingers.
He clawed at the skin once more, this time grating over Cain's chest, down his firm brestbone and then over obliques-- clamoring to pull the other man into him and against him so that they could at least grind against another a few times. His cock was throbbing and it wanted relief, now and not later. He was dying just to be touched, to be surrounded, and knew that this time, it would be different, very different.
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Date: 2021-04-11 03:22 am (UTC)Even now the vampire wanted to shove Cain over and roll on top of him to take the reigns of this encounter, but another part-- an incredibly curious part really wanted to open himself up to Cain like this. He'd probably never find another male that he'd feel comfortable enough around to let him do this. Plus, this was something he'd fantasized about. He'd thought he'd wait, but when the moment came, Elijah wanted it, and wanted it immediately.
He inhaled and relaxed against the bed, eyeing Cain up and down as the immortal pushed at his shirt. "I imagine you will. Fucking virgins is always pleasurable." He laughed softly, trying to make light of the fact, to cover up the nerves that would be natural to most people, but not to Elijah Mikaelson. No, Elijah couldn't have nerves. Sex was a natural thing and Elijah Mikaelson shouldn't be nervous about any kind of sex.
"It's in the bedside drawer, beside my head there.." He turned his head to the side and pointed. He'd have made a grab for it, but honestly it was easier for Cain to reach the way he was hovering over Elijah. This vantage gave Elijah the opportunity to begin to pull Cain's clothes off his body, not having a need for them while they were in here. He leaned up and kissed at the other man's neck, and then his chin, merely craving open lines of skin for his mouth to skim across, while his hands began to claim the same much lower, climbing over the experienced man with his own deft, curious fingers.
He clawed at the skin once more, this time grating over Cain's chest, down his firm brestbone and then over obliques-- clamoring to pull the other man into him and against him so that they could at least grind against another a few times. His cock was throbbing and it wanted relief, now and not later. He was dying just to be touched, to be surrounded, and knew that this time, it would be different, very different.