Cain holds him securely once they're both finished, murmuring something that sounds so affectionate, so sweet. Abel closes his eyes, wanting to believe in that part of this fantasy. Physical pleasure and a lover who cherishes him.

"Cain," he murmurs back, very soft and hesitant, wanting to give some response, to encourage and reward this sweetness, but he's scared that as soon as Cain remembers that he's a person and not an object to project desire upon, Cain will shove him away.