[There it is, the final switch flicked in his brain so that Avdol's now totally in nurture mode. The vague sensation of being fuller than before is enough to make him hum into the kiss, both hands gripping a horn respectively as he smiles, warm and loving. Even the bioluminescence is starting to die down, barely speckles under that gelatinous blue skin.
The kiss doesn't last long, purely for the sake of letting Abbacchio actually breathe. But it's still tender, messy in a way that only exhaustion can justify, and Avdol wets his lips like an overfed beast licking its chops once they pull apart.]
You're so good, Leone. I love you so much. [Another kiss, a little hungrier this time, before he traces over the whorl of each horn with a soft chuckle. Who needs to clean up? It's just going to happen again later anyway, so they might as well just stay here just like this, sticky and hot and together.
(Besides, the thought of keeping Abbacchio's cock inside him until they're ready to fuck again? That's. That's kind of very much appealing to Avdol right now, heat or no heat.)] What do you want to do next time? It's my turn to spoil you, hah.
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The kiss doesn't last long, purely for the sake of letting Abbacchio actually breathe. But it's still tender, messy in a way that only exhaustion can justify, and Avdol wets his lips like an overfed beast licking its chops once they pull apart.]
You're so good, Leone. I love you so much. [Another kiss, a little hungrier this time, before he traces over the whorl of each horn with a soft chuckle. Who needs to clean up? It's just going to happen again later anyway, so they might as well just stay here just like this, sticky and hot and together.
(Besides, the thought of keeping Abbacchio's cock inside him until they're ready to fuck again? That's. That's kind of very much appealing to Avdol right now, heat or no heat.)] What do you want to do next time? It's my turn to spoil you, hah.