Cain slides his hand up Abel's back, pressing him back down. "Just try and relax, princess. You'll be fine. You want it, don't you?" He leans in to spit against Abel's entrance, saliva mixing with cum and then he slides the head of his cock up and down, raising an eyebrow. "I can always return you if you don't want to. But I doubt any other fighter would've been nice enough to blow you first."