Warning: This chapter contains sexual themes and nsfw content.
Chapter Three
One date turned into two, then three, then four, continuing on for the next few months. Most of them had a repeating pattern; the two of them would go out, return to Abel's apartment for tea, and crash together on the couch in the late hours of the night.
On a warm late summer night, just over a year since their first meeting, Cain laid on the couch in Abel's now-familiar flat; the latter leaned against him comfortably, his legs drawn up on the couch; it was warm enough for them to have left their shoes and even their socks at the door. The only light in the room was the illuminated glow of the television that was playing an old black-and-white movie that they only half-paid attention to.
"Could these movies be any more cliché?" Cain laughed as the male lead in the film said a cheap, cheesy line.
"I kind of like them," Abel admitted, smiling up at the redhead.
"Please, that was such a cheap shot." He scoffed as the characters on screen kissed; the overdramatic orchestral soundtrack that played in the background was audible even though the volume was down low.
"Oh, like you could make it better?" Abel challenged, raising his eyebrows.
"Easily," Cain countered. "Real romance scenes have more buildup. You've got to turn slightly, like so." He demonstrated, angling his body towards the green-haired man as he continued to narrate. "Look deep into your partner's eyes, lean forward slowly… Raise their chin, tilt your head…" As he matched Abel's bright green stare, he moved his head closer, one hand underneath Abel's chin to bring it slightly upwards. Their lips were nearly touching, and Cain could feel Abel's quickening breath as he waited for the finale.
But the finale never came, and when Abel's eyes peeked open he could see Cain grinning at him, still only a mere inch away. "You're such a tease," he complained, but laughed as the redhead finally smooched him on the nose. Without warning, he suddenly stood, grabbing Cain's shoulders and shoving his back against the couch.
"What are you—" Cain's words were cut short by Abel's sudden, passionate kiss. With one knee on either side of him, the green-haired man straddled Cain's lap; one hand stayed on the redhead's shoulder and the other cradled his chin, holding his jaw steady and close.
Cain's heart raced as Abel began to gently grind against his abdomen. Feeling daring, he slipped his hands underneath his partner's loose t-shirt, and Abel's back instinctively arched with a small shiver when Cain's finger slowly traced up his spine.
Their lips separated only for the need of air. Abel started to lean in again, but paused, keeping his lips just out of Cain's reach as he cupped the redhead's jaw firmly; he grinned, pleased at this little act of revenge. However, his tiny triumph didn't last long, and Abel's smirk faded as he felt Cain's hands slide from his lower back around to his chest, the redhead's slender fingers trailing along his dark skin just lightly enough to leave him craving more.
Cain's wandering hands slid all over Abel's torso. His fingers ghosted around Abel's left nipple, and he felt the green-haired man tense up slightly; a small, quiet moan slipped from Abel's barely parted lips. The noise surprised Cain, and he was slightly embarrassed to realize just how incredibly hot he had found it. A bit of warmth began to spread through his lower half, and he shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling a constricting tightness.
When Abel slightly loosened the hold on Cain's chin, he took the opportunity to lean forward, planting a quick kiss on the green-haired man's lips. Soft kisses landed on his nose and cheeks as well, and it wasn't long before Cain had worked his way down to the side of Abel's neck. Cain licked up the side of Abel's neck towards his ear, eliciting a strong shiver that raced down his spine as Cain nibbled slightly on his sensitive earlobe, the strange and wet sensation not entirely unpleasant.
Another low moan escaped Abel's mouth, this time right next to Cain's ear. It was so close that the redhead could feel his partner's quick breaths, and he felt another rush of warmth to his groin.
"Abel…" He murmured in a voice that he almost didn't recognize as his own. His hands slid around the green-haired man's lower torso, hovering dangerously close to his belt. "I want you."
"I'm yours," came Abel's honeyed reply in a voice that was dripping with lust, his hand releasing Cain's jaw.
At that invitation, the redhead gripped the hem of Abel's shirt and lifted it up slowly over his head; he removed his own shirt in the same manner and tossed them aside. With his hands on Abel's waist, Cain slowly pushed the green-haired man down onto his back, his shoulders leaning against the armrest of the couch.
Cain's hands moved quickly, unfastening the buckle on his partner's belt and sliding off his form-hugging jeans. He paused before continuing, a high blush warming his cheeks. "Is this okay?"
"You'd better hurry up, before I change my mind," Abel teased, grinning.
With a light laugh, Cain continued his movements, gently removing the last piece of clothing from Abel's body, fully revealing him. Cain's hand moved to touch the base of the green-haired man's exposed member; he flinched at first from the touch, his knees instinctively coming together slightly, but he quickly relaxed.
Cain slid a bit further away down the couch, so when he leaned forward, his face was exactly where he wanted it. He took the tip of Abel's hardened length into his mouth; one hand pumped up and down slowly at the base, and the other slid across Abel's inner thigh, tracing circles across his sensitive skin.
A long sigh escaped Abel's lips, and Cain glanced up to see him with his eyes closed, his head tilting back in pleasure. He reached out to grip Cain's shoulder, urging him on.
The redhead's hand slithered underneath Abel's body, his fingers searching for his partner's entrance. As he slipped his index finger inside, he heard Abel gasp, feeling his back arching slightly. He slowly moved his finger, sliding it in and out in a consistent motion for a few moments before adding another digit. His head bobbed up and down, tongue swirling around as he sucked for a bit longer before pulling off with an audible pop, sliding his fingers out as well. Abel's small moans and gasps were like music to Cain's ears, and he couldn't hold back any longer; without realizing that he was breathing heavily, he moved to position himself above Abel, holding his lover's thighs to keep them steady.
"W-wait," the green-haired man whispered, holding his hand to Cain's chest to stop him; the latter paused and looked at him with confusion. Reaching his other arm back over his head behind him, he struggled to reach the small bottle that was resting on the small table beside the couch. He fished around blindly for a moment before his fingers seized what he was looking for, and he handed the container of lube to Cain, his face burning red in embarrassment.
Cain couldn't help but laugh as Abel got flustered, and he popped open the lid of the bottle, squeezing a bit out into his palm. He smeared it not only on his own length but also around his partner's opening, slipping his fingers back in for a few quick thrusts. He was surprised at how easily they slid in with the assistance of the slimy substance, and Abel squirmed a bit at the cold feeling inside him. There was a loud squelching noise as he withdrew his fingers once more, returning to his original position.
He waited for a moment, casting a glance down towards his partner for one last check to make sure it was okay. Seeing the slight nod of confirmation, he let out a long breath as he slowly pushed himself inside of Abel, the latter letting out a small cry, digging his nails into the skin Cain's back. Biting back his own noises, Cain withdrew almost all the way before returning, sliding in and out of the green-haired man's entrance that was still slightly tight. His hands hooked underneath Abel's knees, holding the other's legs up as he moved in between them.
Cain attacked Abel's lips in a rather feverish kiss, his pace increasing just slightly. Their raspy breathing made the kiss hard to hold, and Cain broke for air sooner than he would have liked. He moved his lips to his partner's neck instead, biting down gently on the sensitive skin. This action caused Abel to let out a long moan, adjusting his grip on Cain's back, his back arching slightly. Pleased at the noise, Cain smiled as he bit again a little lower, nibbling on the tan skin of the green-haired man's shoulder, littering the side of his neck with love marks. Small grunts came from his mouth as well, mostly muffled as he kept his mouth busy on Abel's neck. Cain sped up, putting more force behind his thrusting, driven by the sound of Abel's hot moan.
"Nh… Cain…! Cain," Abel gasped out; he had been calling his lover's name, but now he attempted to get the redhead's attention, lowering his chin and trying to meet the other's gaze.
Cain slowed, taking his mouth off of his partner's neck, his auburn eyes meeting Abel's shining emerald gaze. He had noticed the other trying to get his attention, and he stopped completely, concern on his face. "What's wrong?"
Abel laughed at the sight of his partner's immediately concerned face, and he leaned up to plant his lips on the redhead's mouth. "Cain…" he breathed once more, his arms wrapped around the other's upper torso, holding him so close that their chests were almost touching. He had to take a few breaths before speaking; even though he had rather tanned skin, his face still burned red. When he finally spoke, a large smile formed before he got the words out. "I love you."
The words came as a surprise, and Cain stared at his partner for a moment, before he felt a grin spread on his face. It was the first time he had heard those words from Abel, and they stirred up a feeling in him that he could only describe by responding in the same way. "I love you, too." He pressed his lips against Abel's once more, struggling to hold the kiss between their wide smiles.
Cain began to move again, sliding himself back into Abel, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Small grunts came escaped his lips as the pleasure that stemmed from his groin vibrated through his body. From the sounds Abel was making, it was apparent that his partner was enjoying it as well. He put more power behind his movements, returning to the green-haired man's neck to bite into the skin a bit more, making marks that would last the night.
The air was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin; the old movie that still played on the television was long forgotten. Cain could feel the pressure steadily building in his waist as he pumped into his lover, and he knew he was quickly approaching his limit. He let go of one of Abel's legs, his hand trailing along the other's thigh and gently taking hold of his length, rubbing up and down with a bit of pressure. He could feel Abel twitching in closeness as he massaged his member, loud moans slipping from the green-haired man's mouth.
Eventually, Cain couldn't hold himself back any longer. He bit down on Abel's neck a bit harder than intended as he finished with a final thrust into his lover's entrance, his white seed shooting out inside of his partner. At about the same time, Abel arched his back, letting out a final cry as he released his own essence out onto Cain's hand.
Breathing hard as he fell from the sexual high, Cain pulled out of Abel, and they did nothing for a few moments but breath, recovering from the intensity of the session. Cain couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his partner's flushed face. This caused the green-haired man to look at him strangely, but with an amused smile. "What are you laughing at?"
"Your face is all red," Cain explained with another short chuckle.
"So is yours," Abel challenged, staring up at the redhead, lifting his hand to brush it against his partner's cheek. "You look like a tomato."
"At least I'm not a Christmas tree," he countered, and they grinned at each for a few moments.
They spent a couple minutes cleaning themselves up, before settling back down on the couch, not even bothering to move to the bed for the night. Cain pulled Abel close, his chin resting on the other's shoulder as Abel's bare back pressed into his chest. The first old movie had ended, and another one had started playing, this same black-and-white themed film hardly any different than the first. They were watching it but not entirely paying attention; Cain had enveloped himself in Abel's scent and warmth, hugging his partner around his midsection to keep him close. With his arms around Abel's torso, he could feel as the other's breathing began to become more even, and he smiled as he realized that his green-haired lover had fallen asleep. Planting his lips on the resting Abel's cheek in a short, loving kiss, Cain allowed his own drooping eyes to close, and he dozed off.
When Cain's auburn eyes opened again, daylight was streaming in from the window and hitting him right in the face. He blinked himself awake, starting to sit up; his body was cramped from being on a couch all night instead of in a bed, and he looked around for a moment, dazed, not immediately remembering where he was. A blanket had been strewn over him, and it fell to his lap as he sat up. Remembering his location, he suddenly realized that Abel was gone. Reaching up to fix his ruffled hair, he glanced around the living room, looking for the green-haired man for a moment before his attention was shifted to a noise that came from the doorway to the kitchen.
Abel appeared, fully dressed, with a mug in either hand. Smiling, he walked over towards the groggy redhead, offering the cup that was filled with steaming fresh coffee. "Good evening," he teased, sitting in a chair that was a few feet away from the couch where they had spent the night before.
Cain graciously accepted the coffee, bringing it to his lips and blowing on it softly before taking a sip; it was sweet, much different than the usual bitter liquid that he usually made himself that he drank only for the sake of waking up.
"Are you hungry? I can whip up something," Abel offered, taking a long drink from his own mug.
"Hm? Oh, sure," Cain agreed, smiling as he savored the taste of the coffee; the heat of it warmed his cheeks.
As Abel returned to the kitchen, Cain glanced around; his clothes were still strewn on the floor, and suddenly the redness of his cheeks wasn't only due to the coffee. Collecting them, he dressed quickly, folding up the blanket that Abel must have put over him after awakening.
He started to head to the kitchen to see if he could help in the preparation, but Abel's glare sent him scurrying, and he laughed to himself; he should have known better than to interrupt a culinary artist at work. It was that, or the fact that disaster practically radiated off of him when he stepped foot into a kitchen.
After they ate, Cain reluctantly stood to leave. After all, he couldn't stay at Abel's place forever… not yet, anyway. He chuckled to himself at the silly thought, sharing another kiss with his green-haired partner before heading out.