[Oh! Oh, that's. That's good. That's the fucking Shit, being kissed like he's wanted (and not having to doubt that feeling). It's a veritable barter system; praise for gentle possessiveness, both signs of genuine love and affection underneath all the furry horniness.

Avdol murmurs wordlessly into the second kiss, fingers running up Abbacchio's neck and into that cloud of hair, over his scalp all fingernails and gentle pressure. It'd be draining to start glowing again after the fireworks from earlier, if they weren't just constantly building chroma anyway, so glow away he does, all streaks up and down his throat.]

--hard as you like. I want you to do whatever you want with me; I'll switch with you if you want, I'll bite you, I'll ask you to bite me as hard as you want. I just want you to be with me.

[Though there's a mischievous glint in his eyes then, half-lidded as they are, and it carries through to a lilt in his voice when he adds a little postscript.] ...But if everyone can see what you do to me, I think that I'd have to like that the most. To have everyone see that we're each other's...Doesn't that sounds marvellous?