Harder, yes, and faster, too. That’s what they both needed. He wanted to embed himself inside Cain - tattoo himself into Cain’s skin the same way the poem was.
He pistoned his hips, rocking them closer and closer to the end.
“Cain,” he growled, and Cain’s eyes swiveled to his. Gorgeous blue, fathomless and indomitable, they caught and held him.
There were so many things he wanted to say - I want you, I need you with me,I love you- but all that came out was a shuddering, raspy, “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck, Cain!”
But maybe it didn’t matter, because Cain was with him, as always, his shining eyes reflecting back everything Damon was feeling: want and need and… yes, love.
“Damon!” Cain cried, tossing his head back. “So close!”
Damon reached between them, finding Cain’s cock and stroking in exactly the way he knew Cain needed, and Cain went off, hot cum shooting between them. The feeling of Cain’s release - the deep, hot clench of it, set Damon off, too, and in just two more thrusts, his end raced toward him and he came hard and long.
Heart pounding, skin prickling, he carefully lowered himself on top of Cain, and the words of the poem Cain had quoted came back to him.The end is where we start from. He lay cocooned with the man he loved, and let himself be content for the first time in as long as he could remember.
