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Didn't Cain realize Zeke didn't mind his full name? Probably not. The smaller man would continue to do whatever he could to try to dig under the Mist's skin, and he'd continue to fall flat of that goal. What Cain didn't realize thoygh, was that the bravado and snark was needless, that he didn't have to pretend or put up a front. Zeke didn't care about trivial, bullshit matters. He took things as they came.

Cain had come to him a virgin, a challange, and Zeke had changed things for the smaller man, complicated things, but he wasn't going to cut him off, either. That would have been both cruel and counter to his own wants and desires.

Fingers in his hair had him rumbling in approval, eyes slipping shut, but he'd respond to the demanding tip of his head, let Cain play with a bit of control, for now. The dynamic would change later, there was little doubt if that.

Sliding his own fingers up into pale curls, the Mist tipped his head, catching soft lips and giving them a small n**. Tightening the arm around his waist.

Unfortunately, time wasn't on their side. All too soon what few minutes they had had to themselves was gone. Everything in the infirmary was quiet, but that didn't mean they could just skip rounds. If anything happened while they were otherwise distracted, there was no telling what sort of wrath they'd bring down upon themselves. Zeke might have been all for bending the rules and having fun on the job, but he still did his job. Sunny was a pain in the a** otherwise.

The alarm on his watch beeped, dragging the Mist's attention away from the warm body pressed against him, and back into the present. With a disappointed groan he'd move hands to curl long fingers around Cain's torso, drawing him back so he was sitting up again, though not without a last flick of his tongue against the bud of his lower lip.

"We've got round." It wouldn't take that long, and they were due a break after.

Sitting up, he'd steal a teasing nibble along the side of the smaller man's throat before getting to his feet and setting Cain on his feet again. Smoothing down rumpled pants and jacket before grabbing his clipboard off the desk. "Come on, let's get this over with."