[ Cain managed not to blurt out stupid questions about goddamn plants, maintained his cool, nodding slowly, inquiring with a drawl, ]

Is that something... you still wanna do? Tend plants, I mean...

[ But then Ralph is rustling for his belt, and Cain takes a moment to appreciate the sight. A busted-face artificial eager to show off his own equipment, here in the middle of an alleyway. ]

Hey... don't worry, there's no rush, right? Its worth it to take the time... [ He says it with a slanted smile, slipping forward, fingertips pressing the flap of Ralph's open pants open... only to wince and hiss when the hand in his hair draws too tight. ]

Hey.. hey, not so tight, not at first, okay big guy?

[ His voice was shaky... but knowing that some fucks had cracked open his face made it... easier, somehow, to brush off the threat of violence.

He pressed his hand into Ralph's pants, fingers curling around the base of his dick. Smoothed his thumb where its base met his abdomen, stroking skin over the thatch of coarser hair there, and then drawing the stroke out along his length, even flacid as it was. ]

Step back, lean the back of your shoulders against the wall behind you, I need a little room. If something feels good, tell me 'yes', okay?