( noctis crumpling against him feels suddenly too intimate all at once - yeah, cain's dick is inside him, but it's still a point to be made. his hands come up on noctis' arms with all the intent to rip him off, but instead he finds himself clinging onto him, bare palms sliding down his warmed skin, cupping his the small of his back and the back of his neck, all to keep noctis closely against him. it's a problem. cain has never given much care towards his morality, or what effect lying has on the people around him, but. noctis, noctis makes everything different. he doesn't want to hurt him - can't hurt him. the very thought makes him want to rip his hair out and bite on his tongue until it bleeds.
but he is hurting him. every time he makes him feel good, every time he forgets who he is and what he's doing, it's just. making it all that much worse.
cain grumbles out something unintelligible, kissing once at his shoulder, and then lifting up noctis' arm so he can dot kisses down his bicep, into the bend of his elbow. at the end of it, he's just leaning back in his chair, trying to pretend he's a lot less fucked than he is, nosing at noctis' forehead to get him to look up. )
C'mon, you're heavy. We gotta get outta here before they do room checks.
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but he is hurting him. every time he makes him feel good, every time he forgets who he is and what he's doing, it's just. making it all that much worse.
cain grumbles out something unintelligible, kissing once at his shoulder, and then lifting up noctis' arm so he can dot kisses down his bicep, into the bend of his elbow. at the end of it, he's just leaning back in his chair, trying to pretend he's a lot less fucked than he is, nosing at noctis' forehead to get him to look up. )
C'mon, you're heavy. We gotta get outta here before they do room checks.