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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[inthebiblicalsense]

His eyes squeeze shut, biting his lip against a sound that might be a little more desperate than he'd meant. It's difficult sometimes, hearing things like that when it's so close to what Cain used to say to him, but he's gotten better at not taking it too seriously.

It's just something sweet to say in his ear that sounds good. He can handle that, and even believe it for the fact that he knows he looks good and why wouldn't Iago want him?

His feet inch a little further apart, "You're going too slow," he's been patient but losing the ability now that the other man's hands are on him.

[knowmyplace]

Some of Luca comes out, then. Something familiar that taunts him from the breach. Something of the Luca who knew about these spaces and what to say and do. "The more you bitch, the slower I'll go."

And to prove it, he slides his dick up against his ass but doesn't push, doesn't do anything but slide it along the soft skin there.

[inthebiblicalsense]

His hands struggle against his hold, the urge to spread himself a little more to get him to lose that control he has, but they stay pinned above his head.

His chest rises and falls faster with every warm press, the friction everything but what he wants, "but I've been so good for you." And he has, attempting to rock back into him, "please."

[knowmyplace]

The please is what gets him. He blocks some of the water and runs his tongue along his his hand, stroking his spitslick cock against Ethan. Slowly, bit by bit, he rocks into him, moaning gently into his ear, pressing kisses on his cheek and neck.

He murmurs soft expletives.

[inthebiblicalsense]

He presses his forehead into the slate, biting his lip before he has to let go before his teeth go through the soft skin. At that point he isn't even trying to be quiet with each little bump forward.

There is definitely some burn associated with the lack of prep, but the shower helps, sliding down the wall by inches to press further back into him.

"That's it..." He breathes out encouragingly.

[knowmyplace]

He is certainly aware of how it must feel because he doesn't go fast. As much as he wants to snap his hips into him, he keeps the movements small and aching.

He leans into him, one hand on the tile now as he moans Ethan's name softly.

"You feel...amazing..."

[inthebiblicalsense]

Ethan isn't complaining, but there definitely is some attempt at encouraging him just that much faster. He's not so much into pain as he's craving closeness and the way his mind just clears, blissfully quiet outside of focusing on the way he feels with each press of his hips.

The sound of the shower, the heat of the spray just get gets him relaxing that much more into Iago. And while he isn't begging for it, he might just start if he continues to be too mindful of his own comfort.

[knowmyplace]

He can feel that want, but he's begged so much already. He takes a hand from the tile and wraps it around Ethan's dick, stroking him with each small move. "Just like that," he purrs in his ears, but he doesn't keep that pace for long.

He also doesn't have the patience for it, and he presses his shoulders against the wall, fucking him harder.

[inthebiblicalsense]

That hand gets an appreciative sigh when he's finally touched, clenching around him with that first stroke before he relaxes into the shallow thrusts again.

But the shift of pace, the way he presses him into the cool stone immediately pulls more from him, sound, pressure, engagement. His fingers flex and grip the air, legs trembling and he's getting exactly what he wanted.

[knowmyplace]

He sinks teeth into his shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough that Ethan will surely feel it. He snaps his hips hard against his, changing the angle just slightly so he can push up into him, fucking him against the wall with a soft gasp of his name. It's raw movement now, each break of his hips against Ethan's pure pleasure and ferocity. He does keep his hand on him, stroking him in time.