Kabal says no, and Len is expecting him to keep going the way men do. Make Len shove his hands away, or push him off. Maybe onto the floor.
Catching something from a one-night-sand is the kind of stupid, entirely pointless risk Leonard Snart doesn't take. He may be an adrenaline junkie, but Len gets his highs robbing banks and one-upping superheroes. Not from driving without a seatbelt, or playing STD roulette.
It occurs to Len, in the moment of silence after, that Kabal could take him. Crushed between his body and the wall, Len's never been more aware of the fact this man is a killing machine, built like a gladiator with the blood-lust of a mercenary. That kind of strength sends a chill down his spine in more ways than one.
But Kabal stopped, and that's another kind of turn-on. One Len hasn't had a whole lot of exposure to. The rough sex, the grunting, the half-fight-half-fuck with a definite winner and loser, that's what Len knows.
Whatever this is, it hits him hard.
He doesn't usually break his own rules, but sometimes Leonard the man rebels against Leonard the mastermind and ekes out a win.
"Whatever." Len reaches a hand down between them to grab both their cocks, grinding them together. Kabal isn't the only one getting near-painful reminders. Rubbing pre-cum everywhere. Making a mess.
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Catching something from a one-night-sand is the kind of stupid, entirely pointless risk Leonard Snart doesn't take. He may be an adrenaline junkie, but Len gets his highs robbing banks and one-upping superheroes. Not from driving without a seatbelt, or playing STD roulette.
It occurs to Len, in the moment of silence after, that Kabal could take him. Crushed between his body and the wall, Len's never been more aware of the fact this man is a killing machine, built like a gladiator with the blood-lust of a mercenary. That kind of strength sends a chill down his spine in more ways than one.
But Kabal stopped, and that's another kind of turn-on. One Len hasn't had a whole lot of exposure to. The rough sex, the grunting, the half-fight-half-fuck with a definite winner and loser, that's what Len knows.
Whatever this is, it hits him hard.
He doesn't usually break his own rules, but sometimes Leonard the man rebels against Leonard the mastermind and ekes out a win.
"Whatever." Len reaches a hand down between them to grab both their cocks, grinding them together. Kabal isn't the only one getting near-painful reminders. Rubbing pre-cum everywhere. Making a mess.
If that isn't a green light, what is?