Cain pushes him over the counter and Abel goes with it, dazed and pliant from the orgasm. At least until he feels slick fingers pressing into him, making his eyes widen and his cock give an interested twitch. He has someone else's fingers inside of him, and it feels exponentially better than his own fingers ever have.

"Wait," he argues, squirming up and pushing himself off from the counter, "you can't just--"