Even before needing to wear a mask to breathe Kabal wasn't a big fan of kissing. It felt weirdly intimate, something you did with people you cared about. And Kabal didn't care about anyone but Kabal.
And yet in this moment he doesn't want anything but this, kissing back as if they're going to war with their tongues. His fingers tighten, one arm moving around Len's back to keep him right where he is. Two predators that both think they've caught their prey.
It can't last. At some point Kabal knows his toasted lungs will start to protest, and he's all fired up and raring to cut to the chase anyway. But hey, he's enjoying it now.
He breaks off to get one last good look at Len, lips parted as he pants, Kabal's hair a mess from Len's fingers tearing at it. And it's time for him to make his move.
With his good arm he holds Len close, supporting his weight with one bulky arm, muscles flexing with the effort, but then he's sitting up on his knees and slamming Len against the wall the bed is up against. Pressing his back into the metal wall that's probably cold as hell, but Kabal would fuck him into broken glass right now if that's what it took. His damaged arm reaches behind him to grab the mask one handed and slide it back on with practiced ease, not even pausing to break eye contact.
He has Len right where he wants him, but not exactly how he wants him. Hooking his thumbs in those panties he gives a sharp tug, not pulling them off but a threat that he's moments away from ripping them to pieces.
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And yet in this moment he doesn't want anything but this, kissing back as if they're going to war with their tongues. His fingers tighten, one arm moving around Len's back to keep him right where he is. Two predators that both think they've caught their prey.
It can't last. At some point Kabal knows his toasted lungs will start to protest, and he's all fired up and raring to cut to the chase anyway. But hey, he's enjoying it now.
He breaks off to get one last good look at Len, lips parted as he pants, Kabal's hair a mess from Len's fingers tearing at it. And it's time for him to make his move.
With his good arm he holds Len close, supporting his weight with one bulky arm, muscles flexing with the effort, but then he's sitting up on his knees and slamming Len against the wall the bed is up against. Pressing his back into the metal wall that's probably cold as hell, but Kabal would fuck him into broken glass right now if that's what it took. His damaged arm reaches behind him to grab the mask one handed and slide it back on with practiced ease, not even pausing to break eye contact.
He has Len right where he wants him, but not exactly how he wants him. Hooking his thumbs in those panties he gives a sharp tug, not pulling them off but a threat that he's moments away from ripping them to pieces.
"I'm gonna owe you a pair of these."