Ever used to being in control, it was nearly impossible to really let go completely for Elijah. He wanted to be the one instructing Cain on how to finger fuck him, on what he needed, and when he needed it. His body was tempered and his cock was aching to be touched and surrounded in warmth. He had no idea what being filled was like. It was killing him to sit back and let someone else take those reins from him.

"I can take what you can give me. You don't have to treat me so gently. I'm a vampire you know." He shot back, words dying on a moan when Cain pushed that second finger in there, finally starting to really stretch things open, offering more pressure than just the odd feeling that had been there previously. Elijah grappled at Cain's back now, clawing and digging into the skin when his prostate was brushed, chest expanding and breaths catching as nerves sent out shockwaves that stunned him momentarily and then faded away until the next time Cain decided to brush that nerve again.

Finally when there was three fingers, Elijah knew for certain that this was exactly what he'd been waiting to experience for a thousand years. He'd waited for this exact person, and this exact moment. He moaned and lifted his back off the bed, and flung his legs in the air like the two bit whore that he felt like. He'd do anything that Cain demanded right now. Anything. "Fuck me, like that. " He opened his neck up to the immortal's mouth and cried out his delight. He was helpless against Cain's ministrations, and had finally let go of every ounce of control he had held so tightly for so long.

For once, Elijah Mikaelson wasn't in control.