That's not a threat. It's almost the opposite of one and Kabal gives an approving little hum before continuing. Because that request sounded real. Authentic. Like Len actually wants this and it isn't some pity fuck because Kabal's on the verge of death. Lots of people did some amount of dirty talk in bed: harder, faster, more, but they were just words, things someone had heard in some shitty porn and thought it was part of getting laid in the back room at an underground fight club. The louder and faker the better. Especially people getting their rocks off by slumming with an actual felon and murderer.
But this was different.
Not that he knew anything about Len really, especially when he'd spent half their time together delirious with fever, but he can tell that Len wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it. If he didn't want something it wouldn't be happening.
Which is one hell of a fucking turn-on. So Kabal obliges, with more. Which also means rougher because Kabal's thick fingers, covered in gnarled skin, aren't designed for delicate work the way Len's are. He'd personally like more as well. More of what Len is doing with those safe-cracking fingers, more of the way Len is looking at him, more actual fucking and less fingering.
It's obvious he's getting a little impatient now, pulling his fingers free before resuming what he was doing, waiting for Len to be something other than painfully tight. If this wasn't someone he wanted to avoid pissing off so he'll get a repeat fuck later on, he'd be balls deep in him already. But that tiny bit of restraint is starting to unravel with the force of how much he wants this.
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But this was different.
Not that he knew anything about Len really, especially when he'd spent half their time together delirious with fever, but he can tell that Len wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it. If he didn't want something it wouldn't be happening.
Which is one hell of a fucking turn-on. So Kabal obliges, with more. Which also means rougher because Kabal's thick fingers, covered in gnarled skin, aren't designed for delicate work the way Len's are. He'd personally like more as well. More of what Len is doing with those safe-cracking fingers, more of the way Len is looking at him, more actual fucking and less fingering.
It's obvious he's getting a little impatient now, pulling his fingers free before resuming what he was doing, waiting for Len to be something other than painfully tight. If this wasn't someone he wanted to avoid pissing off so he'll get a repeat fuck later on, he'd be balls deep in him already. But that tiny bit of restraint is starting to unravel with the force of how much he wants this.