Lucky for Kabal, Len wants to be held too tight, and roughed up. Wants to remember what it feels like to be wanted more than is safe or healthy. Wanted more than anyone or anything else. If Kabal fucks him hard enough, he might even believe it... at least until the afterglow wears off.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear." Len goes in for the kill, meshing their mouths together, his fingers sinking into the back of Kabal's neck like claws. Attacking him with tongue and teeth. Len doesn't kiss everyone he messes around with, but Kabal's twisted lips were asking for it.

Either Kabal is feverish again, or Len's actually gotten hot for him, because the room is getting awfully warm.