[God, between the sudden change in angle, the hand against his dick, and that request (request, not order, even now they're equals and that's possibly thrice as hot as being bossed around like a bitch, really), there's no fucking way Avdol can really hold out, much as he'd like to for the rest of the Triple Moon period. His head's wedging between layers and layers of blankets, bit by bit from the sheer force, and even as his legs threaten to lose their grip, he's struggling valiantly to keep eye contact going--
and then he's glowing all over. Literally, all over. Spine curving sharp like he's fucking possessed, organs faintly visible under his skin and hips violently jerking into the air as he comes, shit his legs are gone, skittering uselessly for purchase through those unrelentingly, overwhelmingly blissful seconds--]
Llllleone, sh-- hah, shit, shit shit shit!
[Finally, he has control of his legs again. And his everything, mostly, which is a nice change; it means that he can smile, content and warm, as the bioluminescence dies down into flickering pulse lines. The hand that'd been carving half-moons into Abbacchio's back trails over his arm instead, down to the hand on Avdol's hip to try and entwine their fingers. Not the smartest move, but hey; he's literally had all the sluttiness fucked out of him for the moment, and holding hands sounds Nice.]
My turn to feel you, now. [Breathless, disgustingly loving like there's not drool drying on his cheek at the moment.] I...Mm, don't you dare pull out. I'm leaving if you pull out before you're done, Leone.
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and then he's glowing all over. Literally, all over. Spine curving sharp like he's fucking possessed, organs faintly visible under his skin and hips violently jerking into the air as he comes, shit his legs are gone, skittering uselessly for purchase through those unrelentingly, overwhelmingly blissful seconds--]
Llllleone, sh-- hah, shit, shit shit shit!
[Finally, he has control of his legs again. And his everything, mostly, which is a nice change; it means that he can smile, content and warm, as the bioluminescence dies down into flickering pulse lines. The hand that'd been carving half-moons into Abbacchio's back trails over his arm instead, down to the hand on Avdol's hip to try and entwine their fingers. Not the smartest move, but hey; he's literally had all the sluttiness fucked out of him for the moment, and holding hands sounds Nice.]
My turn to feel you, now. [Breathless, disgustingly loving like there's not drool drying on his cheek at the moment.] I...Mm, don't you dare pull out. I'm leaving if you pull out before you're done, Leone.