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Cain wasn’t sure what he expected to happen when Owen called him to his room, but in hindsight, he maybe should have known it would somehow result in him on a bed with a lapful of Owen. It wasn’t like he usually minded this development - not with the way having Owen lay on top of him in any way led to quite enjoyable activities - but something about the way Owen looked down at him with that eerie smile of his, told him that he probably should be at least a little bit wary of his intentions.
Cain waited for him to speak after the other quite literally jumped him as soon as he set foot in his room, but seeing as Owen obviously was content with sitting and silently staring at him, he decided to speak up first.
“So … is your little stunt leading anywhere or … ?” He trailed off, pointedly eying him up and down. Owen’s grin widened in response.
“Sir Knight, remember the thing we did last month?” Owen didn’t bother specifying what thing they apparently did together, only further observing him. Cain on the other hand frowned, trying to recall what he could possibly mean. They had done a lot of … things … in the past month.
Seeing how he obviously had no clue what he was playing at, Owen graciously elaborated: “When the western Bartender and Figaro accidentally got Master Sage drunk. They went on and on about one of the many curious practices of their world, what was it called again? ‘Play’ something? Do you remember, Sir knight?”
Cain’s eyes widened as he thought back to that evening. How could he not remember one of the possibly best nights of his life? Just thinking of it was enough to make Cain’s blood rush down. Any more of this topic and he knew he’d be hard in no time. He awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Yeah … they called it ‘cosplay’.”
Owen perked up at that and grinned. “ Cosplay . Right. Let’s do that again. But I’m the one dressing up this time.”
Okay now he definitely was starting to get hard as he thought of all the possible costumes Owen could have in mind for tonight. Thankfully Owen was only half sitting on his stomach or he would have felt it by now without a doubt.
“Uh. Okay,” he very eloquently managed to choke out. “What do you have in mind?”
The minute that question left Cain’s mouth and he saw the way Owen’s grin changed from creepy-but-playful to smug Cheshire cat, he knew he should have probably just turned around and left right from the beginning.
Owen raised his hand and softly, mockingly as always, brushed his bangs to the side, revealing his red eye - Owen’s eye - before he started speaking.
“A knight.”
Silence.
“You … can’t be serious right now.” Judging by Owen’s pleased expression, Cain’s confusion and reluctance must have been plenty visible on his face.
“What? Does it hit too close to home?” Hand moving to gently cup his cheek, Owen leaned forward, their faces only centimeters apart now.
“Is it too cruel? Does the thought of me being a knight anger you? Tell me, my gallant Sir Knight, are you mad? Do you feel pathetic, as you get reminded of what I took from you?”
To be frank, Cain felt anything but pathetic at the moment. Well, maybe a little bit pathetic because this whole scenario definitely shouldn’t be making him even harder than he already was; but judging by the knowing glint in Owen’s eyes he probably already knew how he felt about this.
Before he could say anything however, there were already lips on his. Almost reflexively, he reached out to grip Owen’s hips as he felt him shift back to now sit directly on his erection. Cain groaned into the kiss, his hold on Owen’s bony hips tightening while Owen lazily rocked his ass against Cain’s cock.
He felt Owen murmur his spell against his lips but didn't think much of it until he gently bit down on Cain’s bottom lip and pulled back. Draped over his narrow shoulders was what Cain immediately recognized as the coat of central knights’ standard uniform - his uniform, that he kept on the mannequin in his room, the rest of his body bare... So that was what he used his spell a minute ago.
Cain's stomach churned at the sight. While the garment was visibly too large on Owen's skinny frame - a fact he admittedly found himself enjoying - he wasn't ready for how seeing the person responsible for his demotion in his former attire, one he had always worn with pride, felt like a literal punch to the gut.
Cain liked to think that he mostly moved on from what happened years ago, after all what good does dwelling on the past really do? All he could do was move forward and come to the terms with the fact that he and Owen were comrades now.
Taking the dozens- possibly more - of times they've shared their beds with each other into consideration, something neither of them were ready to address quite yet. Cain learned to not react to Owen's taunts, not giving him what he wanted from him, yet still there were the occasional moments where intentionally or unintentionally Owen pressed just the right buttons. Like right now.
With his hands subtly tightening around Owen's hips and swallowing down the growing irritation inside of him, Cain tore his eyes away from the uniform and looked up, amused and wicked eyes the color of his own staring right back at him. Owen observed him sharply, waiting for a reaction, a negative one preferably. The way he always tries to get under his skin has always reminded him of a cat playing with their prey before going for the kill. But Cain would not give in.
As he pulled Owen closer and leaned in, their lips once more met in a lingering kiss. He reached up, cupping his chin to keep his face in place, grunting when Owen went back to rolling his hips on top of his erection. Continuing their actions and ignoring the growing tension seemed to be the best course of action to him at the moment. The faster they moved on and he could finally strip him off the uniform coat, the better.
But Owen had other plans, it wouldn't be him if he just went along with the distraction without fuss. That would be too easy.
He pulled away and halted his movement, sitting back as his pale hand reached out to grab onto Cain's unruly hair, holding his head still and forcing him to take in his appearance. “What's the matter?” One eyebrow raised mockingly, his mouth twisting into a sharp little smile. “Don't you think I make a good knight? You hurt my feelings, Sir Knight.”
Left with no other choice, Cain sighed and let his eyes wander over Owen's half-naked form, trying his best to ignore his inner turmoil. He couldn't deny how pretty Owen looked under the dim light of his bedside lamp, his usually deathly pale skin appearing almost warm for once. The way Owen's done nothing but taunt and annoy him so far could have almost fooled Cain into believing that those were his only intentions tonight but seeing how he was also visibly hard proved that he was after sex. Why he had to go and do it this way, he had no idea but it wouldn't be Owen if he did things normally.
His grip on Owen's hips tightened slightly as he started to guide him back into a slow rocking motion against his clothed dick. Owen let him, uncharacteristically docile for a moment as he waited for an answer, any kind of reaction, from him.
In his mind, Cain lamented the fact that having normal, regular sex with Owen without any weird mind games mid-fuck seemed to be impossible. He sighed again, leaning back against the headboard after Owen started moving on his own again.
“Yes, no, sure,” he replies quickly. “Seriously, is this going anywhere?”
As much as he had tried to rid his voice of any remnants of irritation, the way Owen's eyes narrowed in brief triumph and glee told him he hadn't been very successful at that.
Owen's grin widened and his hand in Cain's hair let go, opting to run through his hair instead as he pressed himself closer against him. Cain's hands moved up reflexively, holding onto Owen's slim waist now instead and his eyes shut closed in pleasure from Owen's motion pushing his ass against his cock just right. When he opened his eyes once more, Owen's eyes were just mere centimeters away from his own.
“Hey, why don't we make this roleplay-cosplay-whatever thing more fun?” Owen asked. Cain had no idea what he was about to suggest but he was doubted it would result in much fun . At least for him. “Sir Knight. Why don't you assume your old rank tonight? A pathetically weak baby like you can't do much more than play pretend, after all.”
Cain took a deep breath, repeating the same phrase in his mind over and over: Don't let him get to you. He knew all Owen wanted was to get a rise out of him but the more Owen's provocations stoked the flames within him, the harder it got to feign calmness and his resolve wavered. “I'd … rather not.”
Owen's hand roamed from Cain's hair down to stroke his jaw, his eyes never leaving Cain's. “Why? Too many memories?” He raises an eyebrow, the way he actually managed to strike a nerve with him this time not lost on him. “Back then, did you do this with your men as well? You go on and on about dancing naked in bars like a moron, I would not be surprised.” His eyes lit up as another thought entered his mind, making him come even closer, their noses touching, mere millimeters separating their lips.
“Bet you abused your power as their commander. Hey Sir Knight, deep down you're just as despicable and horrid as everyone else, aren't you? Why don't you drop the facade already?” He stopped moving against Cain's cock, opting to instead watch him like a hawk.
Despite his best efforts to remain composed, Cain found himself almost snapping back at him. Instead, Cain's grip tightened around his waist as he silently rocked his cock up against Owen's ass, a low moan escaping him. He didn't trust himself enough at the moment to speak, he didn't want to snap at him. Even if Owen would have deserved it.
But Owen, ever the menace, couldn't resist testing Cain's limits. Not when he was doing such a great job at ruffling Cain's feathers.
“Was I spot on?”
Cain sighed and halted, giving Owen a look. For a second, he contemplated just blurting out whatever outlandish things he could come up with and maybe Owen would just huff in annoyance and poof out of his room like he tended to do whenever Cain ‘ruined his fun’. He could always finish himself off on his own… but he admittedly didn't want that either.
“Not even close actually,“ he replied, rocking up again. “You know, I'm starting to think you have no intention of fucking tonight…”
“Vulgar.” Owen huffed, rolling his eyes. He then lifted his arms to wrap them around his neck, making one side of the jacket still wrapped over his shoulders slightly slip down. Cain found the sight of it both annoying as well as arousing. Yes he had nice shoulders but he seriously needed him to take that damn thing off already.
Owen's arms tighten around him. “What if you're right, though? What if I only came here to work you up like a fool and then disappear? What would you do, huh?” He tugged on Cain's long hair from behind him, forcing his head back, his eyes intense as he whispered against his lips, his tone heavy with sickly-sweet taunt. “ Captain? ”
The use of Cain's former title was like a knife to the heart, a reminder of the life he had lost at Owen's hands. In response, Cain's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Owen's cold skin as he flipped them both. As soon as he was above Owen, he turned him over onto his stomach, pressing Owen's face into the mattress with a force that left no room for argument. There went all his efforts but he couldn't care less at this very moment.
“Enough. Shut up, at least until we're done here,” he sighed in irritation, pulling his hips up before he leaned over him to reach towards his bedside table and get the lube. Owen had begrudgingly once tried to teach him how to summon objects with his magic but Cain never got used to doing things that way, he preferred it the old-fashioned way.
Owen hadn't struggled much when Cain manhandled him into position but he now scoffed, slapping Cain's hand away before he reached the drawer. Cain stared at him for a couple seconds, as Owen offered no explanation for his actions. He then retracted his hand and brought his fingers to his entrance, stroking over it as he felt the slickness of lube. He had already prepared himself for him ahead of time. Well, that made it easier.
Figuring he should probably not waste anymore time then, and quite frankly not in the mood for any more of Owen's weird idea of foreplay , Cain settled behind Owen, directing his cock to Owen's entrance.
Owen made an impatient noise under him as he felt Cain’s dick against him but not yet entering him, turning his head slightly to look up at Cain from the corner of his eye. Cain's eye. Cain couldn't deny the intoxicating rush that surged through him at the sight of Owen beneath him, vulnerable and exposed.
But, there was one last distraction he had to deal with first. He reached for his jacket that was still draped over Owen and pulled it off him, throwing it onto the chair next to his bed.
Noting how Owen already opened up his mouth again, no doubt to rile him up some more, Cain leaned down so his chest was pressed against Owen's back and reached down, his index and middle fingers tracing a path along his jawline before slipping into his mouth, silencing any further words.
A low groan escaped Cain as he finally pushed inside. Seeing how Owen remained completely relaxed throughout, he didn't bother waiting and immediately set a quick and fast pace, Owen eagerly meeting each of his thrusts with a roll of his hips himself. Owen looked absolutely delicious beneath him and Cain couldn't help but pound into him harder, encouraged by the sounds of Owen's moans around his fingers and his hips slapping against his ass.
Sensing how they both were fairly close already, Cain reached beneath Owen with his free hand to wrap it around Owen's neglected cock, earning him another one of his amazing moans when his hand closed around it and he started to stroke him.
Cain picked up the pace of his thrusts even further, his hand’s grip unconsciously tightening and digging into Owen’s lower face and saliva coated fingers pushing harder against his tongue. Just when his other hand's thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, he finally felt Owen stiffen under him, hands clawing at his bedsheets and skinny body trembling as his release hit his chest and the sheets underneath him. Cain followed right after, the way Owen clenched around his cock sending him over the edge as well.
Cain thrust into him a last time then stopped, taking a couple seconds to catch his breath before slowly pulling out. Not paying any attention to the light dribble of cum leaving trickling out of him, Cain removed his fingers from inside of Owen's mouth and turned him back onto his back, careful to avoid the cum and drool on one side of his bed.
No matter how often he and Owen had sex, Cain never stopped being at a bit of a loss afterwards. It wasn't like Owen never stayed the night because he did but other times he'd just turn, mutter his spell and disappear in the blink of an eye without another word. And Cain hadn't yet figured out any patterns or clues that might allow him to predict the outcome.
He carefully pulled Owen into his arms, waiting. But even a couple minutes later Owen made no move to remove himself from the situation and just continued laying there in his arms, giving him a smug look that could only be interpreted as one last victorious jab at him, before he closed his eyes. Cain sighed and shrugged, sliding an arm around him.
Owen's face caught his eye and he reached up to carefully trace the faint red marks on his cheeks and jaw. In his irritation, he must have accidentally dug his fingers into his skin with more force than he thought earlier.
“Sorry about that,” he whispered, only getting an unintelligible grunt back as Owen was somehow already half asleep. He did feel genuinely bad about it even if by the looks of it, he hadn't hurt him much at all.
Before Cain himself can close his eyes and drift into sleep, his gaze briefly lingers on his uniform jacket draped over the chair and winced. For the sake of his sanity, whatever that meant for his relationship with Owen,they were going to have to cease any and all cosplay activities for quite a while.