[ The curl of fear that'd lanced through Cain dissipates, and he breathes easier. He smoothes one hand along Ralph's shoulder, firmly, feeling the shape of his body in a slow, drawn-out caress. Lets his eyes fall nearly closed, so that his dark eyes glint like shards of blackened steel beneath his lashes, leaning a little toward Ralph's hand. His tongue flicked out, dragging along the inside of Ralph's wrist. ]

That's it... that's perfect... You've gotta feel out what your partner wants, what they like. Someone who's good at sex is always paying attention, lookin' for cues that they're doing what the other person feels about what's happening...

[ He leans in, kissing the corner of the other man's mouth. Lets his lips drag down along Ralph's jaw, his neck. Tests the tines of his teeth in an almost-pressureless nip against the side of the artificial's neck, rumbling contentedly. All this time, he's been slowly stroking along Ralph's dick, kneading leisurely along its glans as it thickens in his hand, pad of his thumb massaging along its slit in circular motions, mumbling, ]

Still... a yes...?

[ Like a tomcat, he rubbed his cheek down Ralph's chest, one knee slowly folding as he drew his mouth down Ralph's body. Nuzzled the hem of his shirt away enough to lick along his abdomen, before turning his face and licking a long stripe along the side of Ralph's dick from base to tip. ]