Abel arches back against him and he bites his lip to stifle a groan as he rolls his hips forward to grind against Abel. He has to admit, they did get some things right.

"Shh. Just let me... pretend for a minute, okay?" He puts a hand over Abel's mouth. Somehow he still hears the sound of Abel's zipper over the din of the club and he mumbles a soft curse in Russian.

"Cain," He mumbles as he tugs his own pants open. Pushing impatiently at Abel's pants, he unceremoniously trails his fingers between Abel's cheeks, pressing his fingers forward with another groan, "Fuck, you feel good, Abel."