[ The fact that he doesn't know a single thing about this person aside from what he can deduce from seeing him is... honestly feeding into some of Abel's oldest running fantasies, of which he has many. He's completely into having dispensed with the formalities, and though there's a part of him that's anxious with not knowing where he's being lead, he wants this to happen.
The lighting changes, noticed even with his eyes closed, and he finally looks up from where he's been laving attention to whatever skin he could find, to see they've made their way into a room of some sort.
He's momentarily unsteady on his feet, and by the time he's focused on standing he's being dragged over towards the bed. Miraculously, he manages not to stumble too terribly, and what little he does trip up is recovered by the bed being there. He falls onto it with little grace, but quickly scrambles to his knees to try and get back to fitting his mouth to McCree's own. ]
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The lighting changes, noticed even with his eyes closed, and he finally looks up from where he's been laving attention to whatever skin he could find, to see they've made their way into a room of some sort.
He's momentarily unsteady on his feet, and by the time he's focused on standing he's being dragged over towards the bed. Miraculously, he manages not to stumble too terribly, and what little he does trip up is recovered by the bed being there. He falls onto it with little grace, but quickly scrambles to his knees to try and get back to fitting his mouth to McCree's own. ]