Cain grunts and pants against Abel's ear, breath hot against his skin as his grip on Abel's hip tightens.

"Fuck," He pants breathlessly, somehow still feeling a deep seeded need even as his hips snap into Abel. With a whine of a moan, he tilts his head, biting Abel's shoulder, teeth sinking into the material of his uniform harmlessly.

His other hand goes to Abel, wrapping around his cock, pushing them both toward climax.