[Please, the wool is adorable, and that's without how Abbacchio's bearing and build and coloration makes the ram traits more regal than cutesy. The static can be dealt with later, too...Or at least, he can finally get into playing with it properly, now that they have nowhere else to be and he doesn't have to feel guilty about microbraiding every inch of soft, silvery fluff he possibly can.
That can be done after breakfast. They should eat after they've recovered. He needs to make sure that Abbacchio doesn't neglect himself, too; taking care of someone else for the better part of a week must be exhausting and-- was that the wrong thing to say? Avdol's eyes widen a little, concern just starting to sneak into his expression as he feels that tension, and then it's fucked clean back out of him just like that. Oh that's good, hits the fucking spot in more ways than one; he tips his head back and coos his approval as he tries desperately to clench and keep Abbacchio completely hilted in him for just a moment longer on each thrust.]
I do, only from you-- Just you, all mine. [Now his hair's actively moving to plaster against whatever skin it can reach, drifting like they're underwater instead of in a blanket nest, and leaving little tingling kisses in their wake. At least Abbacchio's beautiful face is safe, considering that Avdol's currently trying to hold it against his neck; his stupid lizard brain's saying yes, being smelled is good, that's attractive, that means he wants you even with the sweat starting to bead and all that incense (which isn't exactly wrong in this case), and it only makes him more unapologetically loud.
It's during a chain of breathless, rapid-fire 'oh's that he snakes one hand down Abbacchio's spine and digs his fingernails in, already far rougher than he'd normally like. But this is about claiming and giving on top of all the other physically impossible shit that heat's doing to Avdol's thought processes right now, so leaving a few marks should be fine, right? What's one or two scratches between lovers, especially when he's going to be the only one to see it?]
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That can be done after breakfast. They should eat after they've recovered. He needs to make sure that Abbacchio doesn't neglect himself, too; taking care of someone else for the better part of a week must be exhausting and-- was that the wrong thing to say? Avdol's eyes widen a little, concern just starting to sneak into his expression as he feels that tension, and then it's fucked clean back out of him just like that. Oh that's good, hits the fucking spot in more ways than one; he tips his head back and coos his approval as he tries desperately to clench and keep Abbacchio completely hilted in him for just a moment longer on each thrust.]
I do, only from you-- Just you, all mine. [Now his hair's actively moving to plaster against whatever skin it can reach, drifting like they're underwater instead of in a blanket nest, and leaving little tingling kisses in their wake. At least Abbacchio's beautiful face is safe, considering that Avdol's currently trying to hold it against his neck; his stupid lizard brain's saying yes, being smelled is good, that's attractive, that means he wants you even with the sweat starting to bead and all that incense (which isn't exactly wrong in this case), and it only makes him more unapologetically loud.
It's during a chain of breathless, rapid-fire 'oh's that he snakes one hand down Abbacchio's spine and digs his fingernails in, already far rougher than he'd normally like. But this is about claiming and giving on top of all the other physically impossible shit that heat's doing to Avdol's thought processes right now, so leaving a few marks should be fine, right? What's one or two scratches between lovers, especially when he's going to be the only one to see it?]