Stumbling back a few steps from Kavinsky's push while still tangled together made it half feel like they were fighting, locked together wrestling, rather than making out. Something Cain isn't strictly opposed to.

The bite to his lip draws a growled groan from Cain and he answers it by tangling his free hand into Kavinsky's hair, tugging as he got his lip free and went after him, biting where he could. His teeth end up on Kavinsky's jaw and the bite is followed by sucking on the spot, pulling on his hair to tilt his head to the side so he could work down to his neck, biting, bruising, and licking over the skin he'd grazed with his teeth.

He took another half step back to try to steady them both and further wrapped his hand around Kavinsky's hardening dick, squeezing slightly as he gave him a stroke, his own hips rocking forward to grind against him as he did.