[Cain bites down harder and pain floods his senses, makes him shiver, drags another pleased sound from him that catches in the middle, breaks apart. And this time, he doesn't try to deflect what Cain is offering with words of self-disparagement, says nothing of being undeserving, unworthy. He's too drunk and tired and soul-weary to keep fighting himself over something he actually wants.
Instead he presses back into the bite, into the feel of Cain's warm body, turns his head as best he can to glance back at the main poised high behind him, making him feel smaller than he is.]
Oh? And how do you intend to do that?
[The sly edge of his smile is something that can be heard in his voice.]
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Instead he presses back into the bite, into the feel of Cain's warm body, turns his head as best he can to glance back at the main poised high behind him, making him feel smaller than he is.]
Oh? And how do you intend to do that?
[The sly edge of his smile is something that can be heard in his voice.]