( no, he shouldn't, because then cain actually has to watch, and it becomes less easy to deny that there's a problem, here - that there's been a problem he's been denying for awhile now. still, though. he acts like he isn't completely wrapped around noctis' fingers as he flips him back over, although it isn't terribly convincing, wet dick plopped out of noctis' messy little hole as he gets appropriately situated on cain's lap. he doesn't mind the mess now likely staining his jeans, reaching between his legs to make sure his babydoll doesn't feel empty for too long - three calloused, hefty fingers fuck inside him, knowing this body better than anyone ever has, finding that jutting bundle of nerves and relentlessly tracing over it, like a man on a mission.
he leaves noctis' dick up to him. his free hand is cupped on the small of his sweaty back, supporting him upright in case he should fall. cain thinks briefly about hiding away in noctis' shoulder, but eventually he decides just to fall back on his uncomfortable chair, putting all his focus on pulverizing his sweet girlfriend's prostate, ripping out an earthshattering orgasm from him that will at least keep him satiated through the night. )
C'mon ... ( he coos, encouraging. ) That's it, Abel. Come for Daddy.
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he leaves noctis' dick up to him. his free hand is cupped on the small of his sweaty back, supporting him upright in case he should fall. cain thinks briefly about hiding away in noctis' shoulder, but eventually he decides just to fall back on his uncomfortable chair, putting all his focus on pulverizing his sweet girlfriend's prostate, ripping out an earthshattering orgasm from him that will at least keep him satiated through the night. )
C'mon ... ( he coos, encouraging. ) That's it, Abel. Come for Daddy.