[God, underneath all these kisses and that smile and their fingers intertwining, all the chemicals brining his brain, even as he squirms a little through that odd spot between edging and pain, Avdol's suddenly thrown into a paroxysm of pure love. There's no other word. Affection doesn't hit right, nothing else does, it's just love for this beautiful motherfucker teasing him, fucking him just right, and he squirms a little through the clenching in his ribcage.
It hurts. It hurts in a delicious sort of way, but it still fucking hurts, and he can't look away from Abbacchio when he's finally able to do what he needs to purely for himself. Isn't that what Avdol's meant to provide? Isn't that the whole point of this, to be an outlet, the perfect buffer zone who relishes each ache of protest and tries to keep on gripping his cock as tightly as is possible? He's going with that right now, for sure.]
Good. [A little clearer this time, less slurred, more fire in Avdol's eyes as he keeps on watching closely, just to see if this is going to look any different to their past times.] I want you, everywhere. Inside, outside, I want you all over, mm, me.
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he's going for the horns. Only one hand, which'll make it an awkward sensation, but at least he's being a little gentler than one normally would be as far as horn-grabbing goes. Come down here you hot goth bitch, it's time to get a real close look at that o face when it comes around.]
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It hurts. It hurts in a delicious sort of way, but it still fucking hurts, and he can't look away from Abbacchio when he's finally able to do what he needs to purely for himself. Isn't that what Avdol's meant to provide? Isn't that the whole point of this, to be an outlet, the perfect buffer zone who relishes each ache of protest and tries to keep on gripping his cock as tightly as is possible? He's going with that right now, for sure.]
Good. [A little clearer this time, less slurred, more fire in Avdol's eyes as he keeps on watching closely, just to see if this is going to look any different to their past times.] I want you, everywhere. Inside, outside, I want you all over, mm, me.
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he's going for the horns. Only one hand, which'll make it an awkward sensation, but at least he's being a little gentler than one normally would be as far as horn-grabbing goes. Come down here you hot goth bitch, it's time to get a real close look at that o face when it comes around.]