"A test drive huh?" He gives a shudder, that delicate blend of pleasure-pain from Len's fingernail travelling right up his spine, tingling in the best way.
There's something else there that Kabal doesn't let himself react to, the thought that there's things other than one-night stands. Which he knows, he'd had that for a while back in his world, but he'd considered it a fluke, Kabal happened to be the best option of a bunch of enslaved losers in the Netherrealm. Situational. Both needing something from the other in a mutually beneficial way.
Kind of like this.
That's the kind of deep thinking that Kabal does not do well, so he lets the fact that Len mentioned repeat visits wash over him without acknowledging it. Now is definitely not the time for thinking with parts other than his dick.
Or his hands.
Len's right about one thing, he's definitely not as gentle as he should be. Not for a lack of caring, but because roughness is a major part of who he is and in the heat of the moment it's taking everything in him to not just charge into battle as it were. The pads of his fingers give a few swipes down towards Len's balls before one forces it's way in. A few pistoning pumps, deeper each time, and he can feel how Len's muscles tense, see the harshness of his jawline, trying to judge when to do more. He curls that finger forward, dragging it down and slowly out.
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"A test drive huh?" He gives a shudder, that delicate blend of pleasure-pain from Len's fingernail travelling right up his spine, tingling in the best way.
There's something else there that Kabal doesn't let himself react to, the thought that there's things other than one-night stands. Which he knows, he'd had that for a while back in his world, but he'd considered it a fluke, Kabal happened to be the best option of a bunch of enslaved losers in the Netherrealm. Situational. Both needing something from the other in a mutually beneficial way.
Kind of like this.
That's the kind of deep thinking that Kabal does not do well, so he lets the fact that Len mentioned repeat visits wash over him without acknowledging it. Now is definitely not the time for thinking with parts other than his dick.
Or his hands.
Len's right about one thing, he's definitely not as gentle as he should be. Not for a lack of caring, but because roughness is a major part of who he is and in the heat of the moment it's taking everything in him to not just charge into battle as it were. The pads of his fingers give a few swipes down towards Len's balls before one forces it's way in. A few pistoning pumps, deeper each time, and he can feel how Len's muscles tense, see the harshness of his jawline, trying to judge when to do more. He curls that finger forward, dragging it down and slowly out.
"Got any other threats for me?"