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αbєl ([personal profile] navs) wrote2017-05-20 09:49 pm

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texts. pics. starters.
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[personal profile] predatories 2017-09-03 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Cain snickers, leaning back on his free hand and sliding it just behind Abel on the roof.]

Who was the one who suggested it? [Not him. He doesn't bother lowering his voice, though he's not speaking especially loudly; the likelihood that the engineers would overhear them over their work is low, and he also doesn't really care.] Sometimes I think you wouldn't mind getting caught.

It's whiskey. [A treat from Bering, but he doesn't say as much. Doesn't want to think about what it means that he's sharing it with Abel. Cain nudges Abel's rib with his elbow as he squints dubiously into the flask.] It's smooth, you'll like it. Warms you up.
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[personal profile] predatories 2017-09-08 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The idea of getting caught definitely has its appeal--everyone seeing beyond a shadow of a doubt that Abel's his and that he wants to be his. How well they fit together, how well Abel takes it.

But that possessiveness is double-edged. The way Abel looks, the way he moves, the things he says when they fuck...the thought of anyone else getting to see him like that makes anger flash hot in Cain's chest.

Abel's blushing prettily and Cain falters, face going slack at those words, I like being with you. He knows how to deal when Abel talks dirty, when he gives him shit or freaks out over something Cain's done, but this... It shouldn't get to him, but it does. Something squirms behind his ribs and he sucks in a breath to reply but thankfully Abel's already moved on, passing him the flask.]


'Course it is. Don't tell me you never had whiskey back on Earth. [Cain slips his arm properly around Abel, hand resting at his hip as he takes a long swig, Adam's apple bobbing.]