[ He snaps his head towards him at the insinuation, feeling the blush growing dark in a way he can't stop, and it only gets worse when Abel glances down to look at the Reliant. Sometimes, he'd thought about what it might be like for others to see them, for people to know just how much he likes being with Cain, likes being touched and kissed and fucked by him, but... he's also too jealous to ever really give any of it up that easily. So, he just grips the flask a little tighter. ]
I don't want to get caught. There's just... I like being with you. [ Abel doesn't exactly focus on those words too much, hoping to drown out the sentiment a bit by taking a quick drink, and at first, it is smooth. But there's a sharp burn in the back of his throat once he swallows, the heat of it settling hard in his stomach, and he makes a face, immediately handing it back to Cain so he can wipe at his mouth. He coughs once, sucking in a deep breath. ] Is it supposed to taste like that?
[ Maybe he doesn't like it as much as he should, but he almost wants to take another sip just to see if it'll be as rough as the first time down. Abel doesn't try to take it from him again though, instead content to lean closer to him and tip his head back. ]
[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.]
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I don't want to get caught. There's just... I like being with you. [ Abel doesn't exactly focus on those words too much, hoping to drown out the sentiment a bit by taking a quick drink, and at first, it is smooth. But there's a sharp burn in the back of his throat once he swallows, the heat of it settling hard in his stomach, and he makes a face, immediately handing it back to Cain so he can wipe at his mouth. He coughs once, sucking in a deep breath. ] Is it supposed to taste like that?
[ Maybe he doesn't like it as much as he should, but he almost wants to take another sip just to see if it'll be as rough as the first time down. Abel doesn't try to take it from him again though, instead content to lean closer to him and tip his head back. ]
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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.]