[ Whatever he's doing, it's not going to change his mind.
And more than that, he's not particularly keen on someone telling him no when it's such a simple thing they're doing. Or trying to do. Cain does let that touch rest against his mouth for a moment though, waiting to see what it might bring; maybe Styx would try to draw them back together for a kiss or whisper some lustful thing between them that would cause Cain to laugh. Neither happen, and his brows knit together as he processes the words, frowning until the annoyance causes him to brush off whatever issues this guy has with strangers. He doesn't have them, so why does it matter? And to prove his point, he tilts his head enough to nip at Styx's fingers before he fists his shirt again and yanks him close. ]
I'm Cain. Now you know me.
[ Not quite, but it's enough, pressing forward to take his mouth in another kiss and encourage some sort or response that isn't an interruption. He wants to see just how far this guy will really go before he starts to put up a bit more of a fight than just pressing his fingers to his mouth, and Cain drags his other hand up his shoulder and into his hair, anchoring a hold that isn't meant to cause pain. He uses it as leverage only, for now. Pulling him closer is the objective, and Cain ignores everything else to make it happen, letting his tongue follow the curve of his mouth and press to kiss him deeper. A soft hum, and a better idea comes to him in the midst of this like a second breath.
Getting on his knees might be a better way to help him along.
It's not as if he does it for just anyone, especially since he's usually forcing someone else down, but... he's feeling generous, ready to devour anyone and anything set before him. So, he tries to coax Styx back a few steps to find something solid to shove him up against with every intention of grabbing him by the hips and sliding onto the ground. It'll put him in a vulnerable position to be kneed or have his hair pulled, but Cain takes the risk anyway. ]
don't worry it'll get there if you know what i mean ;) ;)
And more than that, he's not particularly keen on someone telling him no when it's such a simple thing they're doing. Or trying to do. Cain does let that touch rest against his mouth for a moment though, waiting to see what it might bring; maybe Styx would try to draw them back together for a kiss or whisper some lustful thing between them that would cause Cain to laugh. Neither happen, and his brows knit together as he processes the words, frowning until the annoyance causes him to brush off whatever issues this guy has with strangers. He doesn't have them, so why does it matter? And to prove his point, he tilts his head enough to nip at Styx's fingers before he fists his shirt again and yanks him close. ]
I'm Cain. Now you know me.
[ Not quite, but it's enough, pressing forward to take his mouth in another kiss and encourage some sort or response that isn't an interruption. He wants to see just how far this guy will really go before he starts to put up a bit more of a fight than just pressing his fingers to his mouth, and Cain drags his other hand up his shoulder and into his hair, anchoring a hold that isn't meant to cause pain. He uses it as leverage only, for now. Pulling him closer is the objective, and Cain ignores everything else to make it happen, letting his tongue follow the curve of his mouth and press to kiss him deeper. A soft hum, and a better idea comes to him in the midst of this like a second breath.
Getting on his knees might be a better way to help him along.
It's not as if he does it for just anyone, especially since he's usually forcing someone else down, but... he's feeling generous, ready to devour anyone and anything set before him. So, he tries to coax Styx back a few steps to find something solid to shove him up against with every intention of grabbing him by the hips and sliding onto the ground. It'll put him in a vulnerable position to be kneed or have his hair pulled, but Cain takes the risk anyway. ]