The Cat King can be gentle when he needs to be, but he doesn't think that's what Abel wants or needs right now. Not when he's responding this beautifully to the fantasy of being used as a fucktoy. He closes his eyes, shuddering as he gives that wonderful, talented mouth a good few thrusts.
But he makes himself hold back, pausing to reach down and flick the arm Abel's using to jerk himself off before gripping it firmly. "I thought I told you to save that for me."
There is immediate resistance followed by a groan that borders on a growl, the vibration of it tickling at the dick filling his mouth.
He doesn't pull back but he does look up with that defiance in his eyes as he fights the other man's grip. The hand at CK's ass holds him steady, keeping that eye contact and slowing the rhythm to a crawl, looking pretty with each dip and Bob of his head, never loosing eye contact.
The message is clear of 'you don't tell me what to do while you've got your dick in my mouth.'
Oh, he could be spicy still. He chuckles, meeting Abels eyes and licking his lips. "Pity. I was going to get all the way in the water so you could sit on my lap." Isn't that what this was all about, Abel? So what's it going to be, finishing with a cock in his mouth or in his ass?
Fuck that's nice. "Don't worry. I promise some day I'll come all over your pretty face. Maybe while someone else is still fucking you raw." He reaches down and cups Abel's cheek in one hand, letting his thumb brush over his lips. "And you really are pretty, aren't you? Especially flushed like this."
He steps down, finally settling into the hot tub properly, sitting on one of the benches. "You get to pick, facing me or away."
Pretty is a difficult word, one that brings the flush up easily, even if I'm some ways he likes it. But with how he's toed a line of what would terrify him and turn him on, he finds it difficult to breathe as CK brushes his thumb along his lips, fighting a shiver when it slips over the scar there.
Somewhere far away in the very back of his mind he can recognize that this is perhaps not a game he should be playing with a stranger, someone he hasn't come to trust, and yet?
"I- I want to look at you when you fuck me." Some of that confidence is bleeding away to want, and asking him what he wants directly is always a sure fire way to get him flustered and tripping over himself even as he shifts and settles over CK's lap, knees on either side of his thighs.
No, Abel. You really, really shouldn't. This is quite possibly the worst person on board to be playing these games with, perhaps with the exception of Iago himself.
The Cat King lounges, looking surprisingly unbothered by the water as he welcomes Abel onto his lap. He bends in so he can nip at the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, sucking tenderly, one hand twining in Abel's hair and forcing his head back. The other he drags down the length of Abel's back, digging his nails in enough to feel but not enough to really hurt, until it reaches his ass and cups it, getting in a good squeeze.
Abel let's a soft sound go as his head is pulled back, biting his lip. If he were to start walking up his neck he might complain, but currently, that's exactly where he wants him to be.
He swallows hard, trying to turn his head before his hands settle on his chest, dipping below the water line and teasing down, thumb brushing a nipple before pinching it between his fingers and rolling.
There's a soft hiss at the nipple squeeze and the Cat King bites down harder - though still playful, not enough to break the skin. He lets go of Abel's hair so he can get both hands under him, one supporting him as he uses the other to guide his cock to Abel's hole. He lifts his head, pressing his lips against the other man's ear. "Ready?"
He'd getting fucked either way, even if he says no. It's what he's owed, after Abel's gotten him so worked up. But he can at least pay lip service to being nice about it.
The question is one that catches him a little off guard. Sure, he's had rough treatment before but that doesn't mean he prefers it. He blinks, trying to clear his mind to answer, but before he can think to say no, let him finger himself first, his desire jumps the gun instead.
"Let me take you slow," Which, despite the teeth marks he's going to have at the junction from his shoulder to his neck, his body relaxes into him, it's easier that way, trying to keep the tremble out of his knees as he sinks down enough to roll his hips down against the other man's dick
Oh, Abel. You make it so easy. "As you like it," He murmurs, supporting Abel as he sinks himself slowly down. "What do you think the person watching us is doing now? Sucking his fingers so he can reach back and toy with his own ass? Maybe he'd like to be impaled on you while you're taking me..."
He's easy. So fucking easy. "Maybe he's shaking with desire to see you like this. Imagining what he'll get to do to you next time you're alone." He waits for Abel to settle down onto him, to feel him starting to relax around him, before he gives his own hips a slow, lazy roll up, testing the waters.
Abel rests his forehead on the Cat King's shoulder, breathing measured as he sinks down, eyes tight. It burns, but the warm water helps at least.
"Wishing he could see my face...so he can keep me quiet." Gets whispered into his shoulder, the words stuttered out and broken as CK starts to move. His hands have come up and around his neck, threading his fingers into his hair so he can hold on as he turns his head and whispers onto his ear, "I want more."
The Cat King holds him, almost gentle except for the way his fingers go back to his hair and tug. He'd been so ready to start fucking hard, to finish this, but something about the way Abel begs so sweetly for it reminds him of his defiance earlier. "No," he whispers back, punctuated by another slow, gentle roll. "No, we're taking this slow, so our friend can see everything." He presses their bodies tight together so that Abel won't be able to sneak a hand between. One more slow, deep thrust.
Oh, that's playing dirty. If CK could see his face it's so very obvious that he's frustrated by the way he's taking his time. Abel's never had the patience for a slow fuck unless he's teasing Cain and he's got him on his back, those moments are worth drawing out, but when it's him?
It's difficult in the water, harder to gain any traction, but one of those hands is going to shift out of his hair, grip the edge of the tub and help himself push down as much as he can with the way that he's being held tightly, breathing out another quiet plea into his ear. "P-please, fuck."
The next thrust is a tiny bit faster, but he knows it won't be enough for Abel. He lets him go so he can sneak his own hand around between them, gripping Abel's cock and swirling his thumb over the tip in gentle circles. "Beg me some more, and I'll consider it." Another thrust, a sudden little thing, betrays how difficult this is for the Cat King, too.
Abel's body tenses as he gets that hand around his dick, a soft, whining sound pulled from him. Part of him doesn't want to beg, just because he's been asked to, but with the way he can barely get enough traction to move he supposes it's not quite so bad to need to.
"god, I want it harder, please-" his breath catches at that little thrust, moaning into his ear.
Oh, well. When he puts it that way, who could resist? Besides, it's not like the Cat King isn't getting what he wants, either.
He bites down again on that tender spot on Abel's shoulder, supporting the other man with his free arm as he starts fucking fast and hard and deep. He stops teasing his cock, as well, and starts pumping it in time with his thrusts, eager to feel him tense up around him.
One of Abel's hands slips out of his hair, half covering his mouth and biting into his finger to try and keep himself quiet. It's a major effort, he's never been a quiet lay, but they're in public and if they get caught or someone hears enough to get curious, he might stop.
His body curls into him, breathing harsh as he attempts to move with each thrust, knees still shaking. It's exactly what he wanted, and as CK starts jerking him off in time, he tenses around him, desperate sounds leaking out from behind his hand.
There's a rumble in the Cat King's chest, almost a purr, as he keeps himself muffled with a mouthful of Abel's neck. God, those noises are hot. Who knew that there'd be a warden who was such a little slut? It really was too bad he was paired, because if Edwin wasn't going to be his warden, Abel would be such fun to play with.
He shifts, finger digging into Abel's back as he tries to find a position where he can drive himself deeper. He's breathing hard now, heart pounding, desperately chasing that climbing pressure that can only end in sweet, sweet release.
Abel has to bite the meatier part of his hand as he adjusts, head bowed against CK's and practically whimpering into his mouthful.
He's close, the Cat King can probably tell with the way that he's squeezing his dick with every motion, but the shake in his thighs isn't getting any less. He holds his head tight to his neck, not even caring how big that bruise might get before the tension snaps and Abel is curling into him, shuddering and pulsing, the mess he makes immediately dispersed into the water.
With his heart pounding in his ears he starts bouncing with more focus, each thrust met with tight muscle spasms bordering in over stimulation, but no one ever said Abel was a selfish lover, he's greedy for all of it.
For a moment, his mind drifts to the thought of doing this someplace where he can make Abel scream. Where he can be pinned between him and Iago and fucked until he can barely stand. Oh, the things they could do to a willing little plaything... those are fantasies he doesn't mind fulfilling. Not in the slightest.
The Cat King keeps pumping him until he's empty, then shifts his hand to Abel's hip for the last few thrusts. Of course he can't last long, with the other man shuddering around him, tight and lovely. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, filling Abel with a gasp. He pants for a moment, their limbs still all tangled up, and presses a soft kiss to Abel's bruise as he starts to purr.
"Maybe there is something to this hot tub thing, after all."
Abel's gone practically boneless against him, savoring the soft purring as he'd gotten more used to it with Blitz. It isn't quite so strange any more, tucking his face into the other man's neck and his barely damp hair.
"Technically you're supposed to relax in it, not fuck but-" he hums a soft approval against his neck, knowing he needed to lift his hips, unseat the other man, but that can wait a moment. Lazily he opens one eye just to double check they're still alone in here, and at the very least it wouldn't be hard to pull his shorts back on now if he needed to hurry out of his current position.
"Oh, is there a difference?" The Cat King asks, feigning innocence. "Isn't fucking how everyone relaxes?" It's his favorite. Hanging out in warm, moving water is just weird. He absently strokes Abel's hair, admiring his handiwork. Never let it be said that he lets a lover go unsatisfied.
"I suppose if this is how it ends, I'll be happy to keep letting you work on my back."
"Running can be relaxing, but If I have a preference?" It always helps him clear his mind, forget exactly what he was troubling over, and ever since it had been an option, he'd opted to take it without much hesitation. Absently he lets his lips ghost over the other man's neck as he pets his hair, but he really should get up, pull his shorts back on.
"I make no promises that every massage will end this way, but you really should spend at least fifteen minutes in here after I work on it, your back is a mess."
"Running's only relaxing to people who don't have natural predators to worry about," the Cat King chuckles. Humans are so strange sometimes. He absently runs his hand down Abel's back, tracing the lines of his muscles. "Well. Fifteen minutes is a bit much. I'll start with five, and we'll see how it goes."
Getting wet isn't as bad in human form, without all the fur to worry about. But he still doesn't especially enjoy it.
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Date: 2025-01-29 01:18 pm (UTC)But he makes himself hold back, pausing to reach down and flick the arm Abel's using to jerk himself off before gripping it firmly. "I thought I told you to save that for me."
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Date: 2025-01-29 02:13 pm (UTC)He doesn't pull back but he does look up with that defiance in his eyes as he fights the other man's grip. The hand at CK's ass holds him steady, keeping that eye contact and slowing the rhythm to a crawl, looking pretty with each dip and Bob of his head, never loosing eye contact.
The message is clear of 'you don't tell me what to do while you've got your dick in my mouth.'
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Date: 2025-01-29 02:56 pm (UTC)"I did so want to nibble on that neck of yours."
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Date: 2025-01-29 03:17 pm (UTC)"If I play nice, by your rules and that's my reward, I guess I can be convinced."
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Date: 2025-01-29 03:55 pm (UTC)He steps down, finally settling into the hot tub properly, sitting on one of the benches. "You get to pick, facing me or away."
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Date: 2025-01-29 04:06 pm (UTC)Somewhere far away in the very back of his mind he can recognize that this is perhaps not a game he should be playing with a stranger, someone he hasn't come to trust, and yet?
"I- I want to look at you when you fuck me." Some of that confidence is bleeding away to want, and asking him what he wants directly is always a sure fire way to get him flustered and tripping over himself even as he shifts and settles over CK's lap, knees on either side of his thighs.
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Date: 2025-01-29 04:42 pm (UTC)The Cat King lounges, looking surprisingly unbothered by the water as he welcomes Abel onto his lap. He bends in so he can nip at the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, sucking tenderly, one hand twining in Abel's hair and forcing his head back. The other he drags down the length of Abel's back, digging his nails in enough to feel but not enough to really hurt, until it reaches his ass and cups it, getting in a good squeeze.
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Date: 2025-01-29 04:55 pm (UTC)He swallows hard, trying to turn his head before his hands settle on his chest, dipping below the water line and teasing down, thumb brushing a nipple before pinching it between his fingers and rolling.
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:07 pm (UTC)He'd getting fucked either way, even if he says no. It's what he's owed, after Abel's gotten him so worked up. But he can at least pay lip service to being nice about it.
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:20 pm (UTC)"Let me take you slow," Which, despite the teeth marks he's going to have at the junction from his shoulder to his neck, his body relaxes into him, it's easier that way, trying to keep the tremble out of his knees as he sinks down enough to roll his hips down against the other man's dick
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:35 pm (UTC)He's easy. So fucking easy. "Maybe he's shaking with desire to see you like this. Imagining what he'll get to do to you next time you're alone." He waits for Abel to settle down onto him, to feel him starting to relax around him, before he gives his own hips a slow, lazy roll up, testing the waters.
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:43 pm (UTC)"Wishing he could see my face...so he can keep me quiet." Gets whispered into his shoulder, the words stuttered out and broken as CK starts to move. His hands have come up and around his neck, threading his fingers into his hair so he can hold on as he turns his head and whispers onto his ear, "I want more."
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Date: 2025-01-29 05:59 pm (UTC)It's difficult in the water, harder to gain any traction, but one of those hands is going to shift out of his hair, grip the edge of the tub and help himself push down as much as he can with the way that he's being held tightly, breathing out another quiet plea into his ear. "P-please, fuck."
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Date: 2025-01-29 06:29 pm (UTC)"god, I want it harder, please-" his breath catches at that little thrust, moaning into his ear.
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Date: 2025-01-31 12:14 pm (UTC)He bites down again on that tender spot on Abel's shoulder, supporting the other man with his free arm as he starts fucking fast and hard and deep. He stops teasing his cock, as well, and starts pumping it in time with his thrusts, eager to feel him tense up around him.
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Date: 2025-01-31 04:01 pm (UTC)His body curls into him, breathing harsh as he attempts to move with each thrust, knees still shaking. It's exactly what he wanted, and as CK starts jerking him off in time, he tenses around him, desperate sounds leaking out from behind his hand.
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Date: 2025-02-03 01:41 pm (UTC)He shifts, finger digging into Abel's back as he tries to find a position where he can drive himself deeper. He's breathing hard now, heart pounding, desperately chasing that climbing pressure that can only end in sweet, sweet release.
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Date: 2025-02-03 02:13 pm (UTC)He's close, the Cat King can probably tell with the way that he's squeezing his dick with every motion, but the shake in his thighs isn't getting any less. He holds his head tight to his neck, not even caring how big that bruise might get before the tension snaps and Abel is curling into him, shuddering and pulsing, the mess he makes immediately dispersed into the water.
With his heart pounding in his ears he starts bouncing with more focus, each thrust met with tight muscle spasms bordering in over stimulation, but no one ever said Abel was a selfish lover, he's greedy for all of it.
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Date: 2025-02-03 04:07 pm (UTC)The Cat King keeps pumping him until he's empty, then shifts his hand to Abel's hip for the last few thrusts. Of course he can't last long, with the other man shuddering around him, tight and lovely. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, filling Abel with a gasp. He pants for a moment, their limbs still all tangled up, and presses a soft kiss to Abel's bruise as he starts to purr.
"Maybe there is something to this hot tub thing, after all."
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Date: 2025-02-04 12:26 am (UTC)"Technically you're supposed to relax in it, not fuck but-" he hums a soft approval against his neck, knowing he needed to lift his hips, unseat the other man, but that can wait a moment. Lazily he opens one eye just to double check they're still alone in here, and at the very least it wouldn't be hard to pull his shorts back on now if he needed to hurry out of his current position.
"I liked this way just fine."
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Date: 2025-02-04 12:57 pm (UTC)"I suppose if this is how it ends, I'll be happy to keep letting you work on my back."
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Date: 2025-02-09 08:17 pm (UTC)"I make no promises that every massage will end this way, but you really should spend at least fifteen minutes in here after I work on it, your back is a mess."
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Date: 2025-02-10 06:22 pm (UTC)Getting wet isn't as bad in human form, without all the fur to worry about. But he still doesn't especially enjoy it.
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