Abel takes the bottle without really thinking about it, and then puts it on the counter so he won't knock it over again. He gasps as Cain gropes him, and curls his hands around the edge of the counter, gripping hard to stabilize himself and to keep from panicking. He's fantasized for so long about things like this. It was easy to offer those lies to Cain because he'd thought about it. Dreamed about being claimed and treated like a fucktoy.

The reality was harder to deal with, especially while his lip still stung, but he certainly didn't hate the sight of Cain on his knees in front of him, stroking him through his pants. "Cain..."