"Hn." There's just something about a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. It's been a while since someone has verbally sparred with Kabal the way that Len does. Usually he's talking to himself, but Len gives as good as he gets, even better sometimes. Especially considering the compromising position he's in.
Invite received and accepted.
He slides his fingers free, part of him wanting to draw it out and make Len suffer with that cold emptiness, the feeling of the burning stretch suddenly gone. But he's way too worked up to wait even a second longer. There's also the ever present danger that if he stops moving he'll have to acknowledge and deal with the fact that his arm is in agony, shockwaves all up to his shoulder and down his elbow. But right now in the heat of the moment he can focus on a much different sort of hot, one that drowns out that searing pain.
Don't think he didn't see that almost moan. Kabal's not gentle, and if he hadn't spent that time working Len open the way Kabal straight up impales him might have been incredibly painful. He's still supporting Len's full weight with his hands under his thighs, too bad he had to back off a bit and can't keep crushing him into the wall and also start thrusting.
There's a feral sort of grunt of approval as he finally gets what he's been craving. From the look of things what they've both been craving.
But Kabal doesn't just want to fuck him, he wants to hear Len say his name. To have those delicate fingers digging gouges into his back. He's a man with a plan.
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Invite received and accepted.
He slides his fingers free, part of him wanting to draw it out and make Len suffer with that cold emptiness, the feeling of the burning stretch suddenly gone. But he's way too worked up to wait even a second longer. There's also the ever present danger that if he stops moving he'll have to acknowledge and deal with the fact that his arm is in agony, shockwaves all up to his shoulder and down his elbow. But right now in the heat of the moment he can focus on a much different sort of hot, one that drowns out that searing pain.
Don't think he didn't see that almost moan. Kabal's not gentle, and if he hadn't spent that time working Len open the way Kabal straight up impales him might have been incredibly painful. He's still supporting Len's full weight with his hands under his thighs, too bad he had to back off a bit and can't keep crushing him into the wall and also start thrusting.
There's a feral sort of grunt of approval as he finally gets what he's been craving. From the look of things what they've both been craving.
But Kabal doesn't just want to fuck him, he wants to hear Len say his name. To have those delicate fingers digging gouges into his back. He's a man with a plan.