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               “Remember that time I flipped you on your ass, Cain? You’re exceptionally cute under me, we should try it again some time.” - @zvezdaboyets

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Cain: What the fuck are you saying about me?

“Honesty is not a crime, darling~”

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@zvezdaboyets liked for a starter~

“That’s great, Cain...”, Abel mumbled without removing his eyes from his laptop, fingers typing away. He didn’t even hear what his fighter said. 

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@zvezdaboyets

Abel ventures out in search of his Fighter, a small bag of assorted items folded closed beneath his arm.

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Guide~

MEME.  /  @zvezdaboyets[ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.

     Selene is fashionably late.      To arrive at Cain’s bunk precisely when told to would imply that he has nothing better to do than follow the fighter’s whims. So Selene takes a nice, long shower. He lathers his body with lotions, relaxing under the stroke of his own hands and the soothing scents of honeysuckle and shea butter. He takes his sweet time drying off, stretching his body out and dressing in loose, casual off-duty clothing.      Only then, a little after the ‘prep hour’ is up, does he saunter off to find Cain. He raps casually on the door, announcing himself with a softly whispered, “Booty call!” and a carefree laugh.      He wastes no time when the door’s opened, inviting himself in because that’s what he’s here for, right? A brow quirks at Cain; Selene waits, expectant.      And then--     oh, yes. this is what he’s here for.     Lips, rough against his own -- fingers pressing bruise-hard into his arms, drawing him in so close he can feel the scorch of body heat -- a soft exhalation, a breathless gasp -- this is what he wanted. Selene takes Cain’s lower lip between his teeth and bites.

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Knee jerk reaction, his hips press /into/ that touch, lungs filling slowly. "Mm. I don't care if you don't /want/ it, I said it's the only one you'll ever /need/. It'll be a lot HARDER for you to get off with anyone else. You'll be too busy thinking about ME." Bold claim, fingers curving into Selene's lush hips, dragging him /closer/ to graze his lips along that neck. "But you're wasting your prep hour."

     “That good, huh?” He’s sounding distinctly unconvinced. Maybe this is the kind of thing that turns Cain on? Maybe he loves the idea of fucking someone so good, they come crawling back to him for more. He wants it to be his face that haunts his lovers, him they think of late into the night as they desperately touch themselves.      Selene files that knowledge away for later consideration and reassures himself that he won’t be turning into a mindless Cain addict after a single bout of impulse-born sex.      Slender arms wind loosely ‘round the fighter’s shoulders, body pressing close – an indulgence. Whatever else he may be, Cain is made to be wanted; it’s downright obscene how tempting the man is. Fingers thread into his hair, tugging lightly, coaxing him to lift his head so Selene can meet his gaze – and catch his lower lip, teeth nipping with gentle pressure.     “I expect you to impress me, then.”      A flash of a grin, betraying anticipation, and he’s backing away; that ‘prep hour’ is dwindling. He puts a little sway into his hips as he walks off, just in case the fighter wants something pretty to look at.