[Okay sure it's really like the kind of gooey gross affection but fuck he's so sweet and cute. He gives his pleased little rumble, rolling his hips up against Avdol's, squeezing his hips before nipping his lower lip. It's a good balance, and he should have figured with their respective Moonblessings; for all that Avdol wants to be affectionate and cling to him, Abbacchio wants to just keep him to himself.
holy shit though avdol basically says he loves him. His heart skips, and he leans up kiss Avdol's throat, heated.]
I really don't fucking deserve you, Moahmmed. [Another kiss, a bit rough with his teeth, but he's just enthusiastic.] But you really do make me happy. And calm. I don't wanna be anywhere else right now.
[but hey he's gonna go for a butt grab because why the fuck not]
[WELCOME TO THE L WORD, ASSHOLE. He's been 100% deliberating over his usage of it, only to have Iris completely fuck him on that front and just throw it out for him. Thanks, Iris! Would've liked to have more control over that one!
...Not that it's a bad thing to have slip out right now, not with the reaction he gets for it. His head tips back, throat exposed and an appreciative hum vibrating through, deepening at the feeling of teeth against skin. There's some hidden moon itch that always gets scratched with roughness, with grabs and bites and fingernails, that combines deliciously with all that sweet-talking to really make Avdol purr.]
Leone. I adore you! Who cares about deserving? I certainly don't deserve to be this happy, but I want to be, and I want you to be. I want you to be here with me, I want you to feel loved, I want to give you everything I can. [He tips his head back down for another kiss, grinning through a vermicelli-textured mess of hair. Sure, that sounds like some more Iris Bullshit, like 'ah yes, Iris makes Sanguis calm, it's how they're meant to be', but even without all the moon shit it just...
Avdol's genuinely thrilled. It's proof that he's doing something right, isn't it? Outside of all the weird sex shit, all he wants is to do right by Abbacchio, to help in his way, and that's...Pretty fucking phenomenal, to get something so important to him actually right. Hopefully all his messy, positive emotions are showing through in the equally messy, positive kiss, how his hands can't keep from wandering all over (from woollen hair to horns to cheekbones and temples and throat).
Unfortunately, there's still some weird sex shit going on, because of course there is. Like the fact that, between having his ass grabbed and trying to grind for a little subconscious friction, it's starting to become more and more obvious that he's already wet, even before he's at half-mast. Like how his skin colour's starting to mottle and flash in places, its own mating display, and how his tentacle hair definitely seems to be moving of its own volition (albeit very slowly and clumsily) to keep plastering against Abbacchio.]
Hey...What do you think I deserve, mm? Tell me all about it, in gory detail.
[Avdol's always been charming and handsome, but he's also utterly gorgeous with Iris in effect. One hand moves away from Avdol's very nice ass, trailing a finger over his abdomen as he follows after the way his skin pulses with the colors and light. Then, he reaches for a tentacle, bringing it to his lips and kissing it as he grins at Avdol.]
You deserve to loved and feel loved. [A gentle tug is given to the tendril, encouraging Avdol to come down close again so he can steal another kiss, lightly sucking at his lower lip.] Someone you can rely on and trust. Someone that's gonna take care of you.
[There's the feeling of mine shivering up his spine and into his mind, and he reaches to spread his jellyfish boyfriend's ass apart. Yep, he's wet, and Abbacchio is going to tease a finger along his hole, nothing else.]
I wanna try for you. Even if I don't always feel good enough for you.
[The tendril shivers. All of them do in sympathy-- Jealousy? Envy, certainly, at that kiss, at being tugged, delicate flashes of pink and purple through the cool blue and gentle tingling at Abbacchio's mouth and fingers. That jealousy doesn't carry through to the brain, and Avdol doesn't give it the chance anyway; he swoops down for that kiss, laughing through his nose and barely moving away so that when they speak, their lips still touch.]
I do. You do. You're the first one I've let in here, because you do so well and I trus-shit, Leone. [That content little smirk of his changes rapidly to a cringe of pleasure, teeth bared and eyes scrunched closed as he shifts his hips back. There's absolutely no need for preparation, but that doesn't make it any less wonderful to be teased like this, doesn't make his cock any less hard or his thoughts any less hard to sort between loving and pure heat.
Even once he's switched back to adoring, however, Avdol can't help but keep rocking back, words coming a little thicker, a little wetter around his tongue.] I'm...so proud. So proud of you, Leone...You work so hard, I know. And I'm so honoured you chose me out of everyone, that you're here with me.
...But goodness, do I want you to fuck me right now. Or I can use my mouth on you, whatever you want. You're taunting me right now.
[The grin on Abbacchio's face is simply hungry as he looks up at Avdol, eagerly taking in every kiss that he's given. He leans up and nips at his lips when he can, laughing lightly against him.]
How couldn't I pick you? [His fingers dig into his ass a little, the tip of his finger gently pressing just a bit into Avdol, feeling how wet he is. God, that's so fucking convenient. It's probably embarrassing for him, but it's nice to not have to worry about lubricating him.]
Just having some fun. I like seeing you all worked up. [He tugs their hips together so he can buck a little harder against Avdol.] C'mon, tell me. You wanna ride me? You want me to fuck you into the bed? Which is it?
By picking anyone else on the planet? Simple. Enough of that, though; I'm not cursing my own marvellous luck, no.
[It's all breathless now, eyelids struggling more and more to stay up just at the thought of what's coming. Even the typically fond petulance has withered up in the face of Horny Moon Bullshit (and the now familiar sensations of Abbacchio's dick against some part of him and his fingers against his ass), replaced by lip-biting and back arching.
Abhorrent behaviour, but Avdol can lecture himself on those particular mental images later.] Are you just asking me that because...You haven't been paying attention these past few days? Haven't you been noticing what I like? Whether I come harder when you try to fuck up into me, versus when I'm drooling into the blankets? Goodness...The things I do for you.
[One particularly bright lightshow under his skin later, and he leans back, further and further, bracing on his hands as his thighs part more and more. FINGER HIM ALREADY AT LEAST, FUCKER.] For the record? When I'm like this...I like you fucking me into the bed so hard that my senses start malfunctioning and I'm literally unable to keep from drooling. I like that, because I trust you so much, and I know that you and I are only built to give what the other can take. But I enjoy everything you do, really.
[Like a reward, Abbacchio does finally sink a finger into Avdol, down to the knuckle immediately.] Fuck, you're so wet. [And maybe he should be more concerned about the weird moon bullshit, but instead he's really damned turned on by how much his boyfriend is basically dripping right now. He draws his finger back, dragging on the way out before he nudges a second finger already alongside it, giving just that extra stretch.]
I like being just for you. [That Avdol trusts him so much. That he can provide something, anything for him. Give him joy or satisfy him sexually.
But he takes what he's given. Pulling his fingers out from Avdol, he's gripping his hips and using some of that Sanguis strength to flip them around and shoving Avdol's back onto the bed and nest of blankets. He pulls their hips together again, his cock grinding against Avdol's.]
Wanna fuck you so hard that your skin's just going crazy. It changes colors, it's beautiful. [And he'll just slide his fingers back in, like that's where they belong, working in and out of Avdol.] You're beautiful. Always.
[Oh fuck, there we go; Avdol doesn't even bother trying to hide how much he enjoys even just that one finger, head lolling back as he moans, soft and low. The pitch ups a little when that second finger's introduced, skin flickering and glowing in patterns all desperate attempts at a concentrated seduction, but--
Then he's on his back, and deja vu strikes him for a moment. Just a moment, where he's looking up at Abbacchio, and then he smiles. It's warm and completely lovestruck, the sort of expression that might accompany heart eyes in a shitty hentai, and it doesn't move from his face even as he squirms and arches to get more.]
I love being-- [A whole-body recoil, just for a second, before he's able to talk again.] --for you, just for you. Leone. I didn't know my skin did this before you, but...I didn't love anyone like I love you. I love you so much--
[Amongst all the regulated patterns and streaks of bioluminescence, extra blotches of pink and purple start showing through, enough to start dying Abbacchio with the extra light. It's so fucking pretty. He's so fucking pretty, all the way through, blood and guts and wool and horns and gemstone eyes and white teeth, and his fingers are so fucking good that Avdol can't help but cover his face in some vestigial embarrassment reflex, because he's absolutely pulling some ridiculously dazed face and making some ugly, wet, low noise in response. Even as he tries to combat humiliation he's not even feeling, his hips buck all short and sharp, impatient more than anything.]
[He's sort of always known that's how Avdol feels, even without the verbal confession. How much Avdol wept while making sure Abbacchio wasn't going to just fade away a month ago, making him feel wanted and valued and cared for. He wants to give that back as much as he can.]
You're so fucking amazing. I love you, too.
[There's utter warmth in Abbacchio's eyes, and hey that warmth seems to actually spread to his body because Sanguis magic is a thing. He reaches with his free hand, forcing Avdol's from his face.]
Hey, none of that. I wanna see you. [Gonna just crook his fingers and drag them out, a bit more roughly than is probably necessary, trying to please both of their urges.] Especially while I'm gonna fuck you.
C'mon, you want it now? [He rolls his hips forward and like a jackass his cock grinds against Avdol's ass instead of, you know, fucking him proper.]
[THANKFULLY HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY CRY AGAIN. I mean, he might've started tearing up if they weren't currently having weird furry sex, but the fact that there's a dick so close to being inside him spares Avdol that particular brand of hell. Instead, when Abbacchio pulls his hand away, he barely misses out on getting glowered at (mainly because Avdol goes through a full-body shudder in response to that extra dash of rough fingering, whew boy). ...And the glower doesn't fully return, though there's still something sullen there at the mere thought of being teased like this, even as his skin starts to gather condensation wherever it's touching Abbacchio and meeting that increased body temperature.]
Yes. [No hesitation, either. He just huffs, head tossing fitfully amongst all those technicolour tendrils as he cinches every limb he owns around Abbacchio, desperate to hold him closer and feed them both with more moonlacing highs.] I want you to fuck me, Leone. Please? Until I can taste you. Until neither of us can move, so you can't even pull out. I really, really...It's terrible, it's so strong, how much I want you to fuck me.
[Fingers tangle in all that silver wool, gently tugging and stroking even as Avdol squirms in an attempt to line up and at least feel something more than just being very rudely teased; the cleft of his ass is already completely slick, smearing lubrication all over Abbacchio's cock and making wet, vulgar noises as he goes.]
[Fuck, Avdol's so pretty like this, so damned needy. It really does compliment his urges quite neatly, how much he just wants to be around Avdol, have him, stake his claim, mine mine mine, and he loves being needed. He lets himself get tugged close by his tendrils, catching one by his fingers to gently wrap it around them. Not pulling, just idly rubbing his thumb over it.]
Mm, I'll take care of you. Since you asked so nice.
[And also because HE LOVES HIS BOYFRIEND but it's fun teasing him too. Abbacchio ducks his head, catching Avdol into another kiss, his teeth grazing and tugging at his lower lip. As he breaks it, his tongue runs over the other man's lips before he finally lets the two of them line up. A hand stays at Avdol's hip, keeping him steady as he starts to press in.
It's so slick, in a way that's different than just regular lube does. Not in any sort of bad difference either. It just is. But it's good, Avdol feels good, and as much as he just wants to fuck him into the bed he's going to make sure that he isn't rushing this anyway. He's eager, not a complete asshole, especially not to him.]
There we go. [He sighs, like it's a relief as he works on bottoming out.] Fuck, that's good.
[Fuck if that's not an immediate improvement on oh, everything ever; Avdol's still running his tongue over his bottom lip when he's finally obliged, and it's all he can do to keep from pushing Abbacchio back and riding him like he's stolen.
But the Iris in him prefers it this way, prefers looking up over looking down, prefers being stretched slowly open and loomed over at the same time. It's almost like all that fire, that selfishness has been doused suddenly, replaced with blatant adoration all for application of genitalia. Ah, the joys of weird lunar heats; getting to deal with organic lubricant coming from orifices it shouldn't, tingly venom hair, lightshows from head to toe, and apparently, Avdol's moods changing from highkey horny to highkey mommy kink or some shit.]
You're good. You're lovely, eveh-nn, nh, if you're being far too nice to me. [Especially considering there's absolutely no resistance on the bottoming out front. None whatsoever, just slick heat almost greedily sucking Abbacchio in like the rest of Avdol's currently trying to.] And between us?
[Those tendrils keep on gently suctioning and tugging away, bar the one currently being rubbed; that one's just squirming, charging the air with static in lieu of being able to convey active affection. That's alright, though; that's what hands are for, and what Avdol's doing with one of his own right now. Going in for the face-pet, thumb over lips as he hums contentedly away.] ...Your, ah. Your dick's my favourite.
[Is he trying to see what sort of reaction that'll get, as payback for the teasing? M a y b e.]
[Abbacchio's hair is already wild and closer to wool than it is really hair, and the static that's running from Avdol doesn't make it any better. Honestly, though, he doesn't care. He feels so warm, and his skin prickles delightfully instead as the tendrils cling and suck at his skin.
Adoringly, he tips his head into the hand petting down his face, but he goes rigid at the remark. Fuck, what a thing to say. It feels like Avdol's started a fire in his blood, and he's squeezing his hip, bucking harder, his hips slapping loudly against the other man. It already feels good, but it really does feel like Avdol's gripping him from the inside, pulling him in.]
Yeah? Haa. You can have as much of it as you want. [So he gives a few more quick jackrabbit thrusts.] Like that.
[If anything, it just fires him up. Abbacchio leans his head down, and he breathes in sharp through his nose as he smells Avdol's throat.] You need it hard like that, Mohammed?
[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?]
Mm. You're all fucking mine, too. [Abbacchio is growling against his neck, his voice throaty, full of need and want and somehow sounding hungry all at the same time. His tongue drags over Avdol's neck before he's sniffing him again, sounding pleased as he keeps driving into the other man. Maybe not as quick as before, but he's decidedly less gentle as well.
He makes a pleased groan at the way the fingers dig into his flesh. He doesn't care how hard or deep or rough Avdol does it, he immediately finds that he loves it.] Hold on tight, tighter-- [Abbacchio is breathless but eager, his hips pumping in a few more quick rapid fire motions to pound into Avdol.
Without thinking, he bites down onto Avdol's shoulder, bucking against him and wanting to hear just how loud he can make him.]
[Tighter? Oh, Avdol can do tighter. Legs tighter, vicelike, fingernails digging in more and scraping little ruts for how he gets jostled about, more and more tendrils drifting up en masse to stick and gently snap away from the force of everything, everything tighter tighter tighter. Of course he clenches more too, desperately, hazily ruing the fact that he somehow hadn't exercised the right muscles to keep Abbacchio's cock inside him, to be just as snug a fit as he'd want, but damn if he's not still putting in his best effort.
There's skin starting to pill up under his fingernails now, wet, sticky lines as he absolutely fucking howls and curls his toes, building up to both yet another bone-rattling orgasm and The Worst Cramp Of All Time. Who cares, though? Who cares? Right now, the world is just this, just them, no one else even enters Avdol's mind because he really is completely, wholly Abbacchio's, strobing from head to toe for him just to draw him in even closer, precum starting to trickle over his belly and down his side in imitation of the thin saliva at the corners of his mouth whenever he tosses it to one side. Yeah, that's right, ya boy drools when the dick is that bomb, that's just how it is.
It's just constant, open-mouthed, tensed-up rapture now, noise tearing out of his throat on a subconscious level as he clings desperately onto Abbacchio and tries in vain to to lovingly slur his name between each raw sound. Definitely for the best that he lives alone now, to be honest.]
[And what a gorgeous fucking mess Avdol is like this. Abbacchio is trying to resist, but increased strength is a Thing for Sanguis and he is definitely feeling a burst of it right now. He grips Avdol's hip tight, lifting, angling as he drives in harder, just outright fucking him into the bed as promised now.]
Shit, just look at you. [He arches his back, as if he's encouraging how those nails dig into his back. Yeah there are some cutting crescents into his skin now but it's the kind of marks to be proud of.
He reaches between them, palming at Avdol's cock as he's actively pounding into the other man now, and he huffs out a laugh.] You're fucking wet everywhere.
Haa, c'mon, come for me, I wanna see it, wanna feel you.
[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.
[It's fucking gorgeous, watching the light show dancing across Avdol's skin and how his face looks blissed out from coming. He can't stop the wave of utter pride and satisfaction knowing that he's made Avdol feel this good, and he bends down to spread kisses across his face, smiling against him. He doesn't fight off his hand either; their fingers link, and he manages to keep a grip on Avdol's hip.
There's utter adoration in his face when he looks at Avdol. Mine mine mine--]
You're gonna feel me all right. [There's a sharp buck of his hips, and he keeps himself pressed in. He grins down at Avdol.] You want me to come in you? I'll fill you up best I can.
[And he's picking up the pace once more, chasing after his own pleasure now. It was worth it, watching Avdol fall apart first.]
[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.]
[Fucking his boyfriend already feels incredible and that alone is going to be enough, the sensation slick and smooth but gripping, especially now that he can be selfish about it. But the way Avdol pulls him down by the horn, it's just-- kind of hot for some reason, that Avdol wants to see his face. It'd been like that since the first time they fucked, too. Avdol telling him he wanted to see his face, wanted to be nice.
God, he's so good.
There's an erratic thrust of his hips, slamming hard against Avdol, as if he's trying to go deeper somehow even though that's impossible.] Ah-- [His breath is choked as he comes, his mouth open as he breathes out. It's hot, literally hot everywhere, and there's the satisfaction of spilling inside of Avdol. Like he's marking him.
Mine.]
Fuck. [yep that's what they did. But he's going to try to push down and kiss Avdol even though he's breathless.]
[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.
[After the kiss, Abbacchio sighs and relaxes against him, feeling sweat slowly cool on his brow. He isn't in any hurry to slide out, not when he's pretty sure they're going to get back to it soon anyway. That and he likes knowing he's still buried to the hilt inside of Avdol, feeling him, soothing his possessive nature during Sanguis.
The praise makes him shiver slightly, and he nuzzles into Avdol's neck after the harder kiss, dragging his teeth over the other man's throat.]
Y'sure? [He mumbles it against Avdol's neck, sniffing him, pleased with the comforting scent.] Don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Absolutely sure. Tell me what you want, and it's yours.
[Though there's an obvious choice here, at least in the interim, and it's a choice that Avdol really, really likes the thought of. He rumbles approvingly and tips his head back, light already starting to recentre around his throat in response to Abbacchio's teeth and mouth and nose.
Shit, he's going to end up getting some weird fetish for being smelled, isn't he. It's almost Pavlovian now, to be honest; Abbacchio smells him during Sanguis, so it's good, and something that Avdol enjoys. Thanks, Lunatia. He was vanilla before and now he's got weird fetishes based off of love and respect??? the fuck???]
I could keep telling you how excellent a job you did, if you'd like. In fact, I might just do that on top of whatever you want. [Case in point; it's really fun to praise Abbacchio, reactions or not. But especially for the reactions right now because yes, he's a good boy and he did a great job of deep dicking, why wouldn't Avdol praise him?] Would you like that, Leone? If...I told you how perfectly you fuck me, every time? How good it is, and how good you are?
[There's a low rumbling growl from his throat at the praise, his face burning, but he loves it. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it; he's so used to dirty talk and being demeaned that apparently he can't get enough of a praise kink with his boyfriend.
He lifts his head and practically shoves his mouth against Avdol's, his teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip.]
Yeah. I'd say that's a good start. [Another kiss, this time a little softer.] God, there's so fucking much I want with you. How hard would you let me bite you, Mohammed?
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holy shit though avdol basically says he loves him. His heart skips, and he leans up kiss Avdol's throat, heated.]
I really don't fucking deserve you, Moahmmed. [Another kiss, a bit rough with his teeth, but he's just enthusiastic.] But you really do make me happy. And calm. I don't wanna be anywhere else right now.
[but hey he's gonna go for a butt grab because why the fuck not]
All I want is to give you what you deserve.
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...Not that it's a bad thing to have slip out right now, not with the reaction he gets for it. His head tips back, throat exposed and an appreciative hum vibrating through, deepening at the feeling of teeth against skin. There's some hidden moon itch that always gets scratched with roughness, with grabs and bites and fingernails, that combines deliciously with all that sweet-talking to really make Avdol purr.]
Leone. I adore you! Who cares about deserving? I certainly don't deserve to be this happy, but I want to be, and I want you to be. I want you to be here with me, I want you to feel loved, I want to give you everything I can. [He tips his head back down for another kiss, grinning through a vermicelli-textured mess of hair. Sure, that sounds like some more Iris Bullshit, like 'ah yes, Iris makes Sanguis calm, it's how they're meant to be', but even without all the moon shit it just...
Avdol's genuinely thrilled. It's proof that he's doing something right, isn't it? Outside of all the weird sex shit, all he wants is to do right by Abbacchio, to help in his way, and that's...Pretty fucking phenomenal, to get something so important to him actually right. Hopefully all his messy, positive emotions are showing through in the equally messy, positive kiss, how his hands can't keep from wandering all over (from woollen hair to horns to cheekbones and temples and throat).
Unfortunately, there's still some weird sex shit going on, because of course there is. Like the fact that, between having his ass grabbed and trying to grind for a little subconscious friction, it's starting to become more and more obvious that he's already wet, even before he's at half-mast. Like how his skin colour's starting to mottle and flash in places, its own mating display, and how his tentacle hair definitely seems to be moving of its own volition (albeit very slowly and clumsily) to keep plastering against Abbacchio.]
Hey...What do you think I deserve, mm? Tell me all about it, in gory detail.
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You deserve to loved and feel loved. [A gentle tug is given to the tendril, encouraging Avdol to come down close again so he can steal another kiss, lightly sucking at his lower lip.] Someone you can rely on and trust. Someone that's gonna take care of you.
[There's the feeling of mine shivering up his spine and into his mind, and he reaches to spread his jellyfish boyfriend's ass apart. Yep, he's wet, and Abbacchio is going to tease a finger along his hole, nothing else.]
I wanna try for you. Even if I don't always feel good enough for you.
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I do. You do. You're the first one I've let in here, because you do so well and I trus-shit, Leone. [That content little smirk of his changes rapidly to a cringe of pleasure, teeth bared and eyes scrunched closed as he shifts his hips back. There's absolutely no need for preparation, but that doesn't make it any less wonderful to be teased like this, doesn't make his cock any less hard or his thoughts any less hard to sort between loving and pure heat.
Even once he's switched back to adoring, however, Avdol can't help but keep rocking back, words coming a little thicker, a little wetter around his tongue.] I'm...so proud. So proud of you, Leone...You work so hard, I know. And I'm so honoured you chose me out of everyone, that you're here with me.
...But goodness, do I want you to fuck me right now. Or I can use my mouth on you, whatever you want. You're taunting me right now.
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How couldn't I pick you? [His fingers dig into his ass a little, the tip of his finger gently pressing just a bit into Avdol, feeling how wet he is. God, that's so fucking convenient. It's probably embarrassing for him, but it's nice to not have to worry about lubricating him.]
Just having some fun. I like seeing you all worked up. [He tugs their hips together so he can buck a little harder against Avdol.] C'mon, tell me. You wanna ride me? You want me to fuck you into the bed? Which is it?
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[It's all breathless now, eyelids struggling more and more to stay up just at the thought of what's coming. Even the typically fond petulance has withered up in the face of Horny Moon Bullshit (and the now familiar sensations of Abbacchio's dick against some part of him and his fingers against his ass), replaced by lip-biting and back arching.
Abhorrent behaviour, but Avdol can lecture himself on those particular mental images later.] Are you just asking me that because...You haven't been paying attention these past few days? Haven't you been noticing what I like? Whether I come harder when you try to fuck up into me, versus when I'm drooling into the blankets? Goodness...The things I do for you.
[One particularly bright lightshow under his skin later, and he leans back, further and further, bracing on his hands as his thighs part more and more. FINGER HIM ALREADY AT LEAST, FUCKER.] For the record? When I'm like this...I like you fucking me into the bed so hard that my senses start malfunctioning and I'm literally unable to keep from drooling. I like that, because I trust you so much, and I know that you and I are only built to give what the other can take. But I enjoy everything you do, really.
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I like being just for you. [That Avdol trusts him so much. That he can provide something, anything for him. Give him joy or satisfy him sexually.
But he takes what he's given. Pulling his fingers out from Avdol, he's gripping his hips and using some of that Sanguis strength to flip them around and shoving Avdol's back onto the bed and nest of blankets. He pulls their hips together again, his cock grinding against Avdol's.]
Wanna fuck you so hard that your skin's just going crazy. It changes colors, it's beautiful. [And he'll just slide his fingers back in, like that's where they belong, working in and out of Avdol.] You're beautiful. Always.
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Then he's on his back, and deja vu strikes him for a moment. Just a moment, where he's looking up at Abbacchio, and then he smiles. It's warm and completely lovestruck, the sort of expression that might accompany heart eyes in a shitty hentai, and it doesn't move from his face even as he squirms and arches to get more.]
I love being-- [A whole-body recoil, just for a second, before he's able to talk again.] --for you, just for you. Leone. I didn't know my skin did this before you, but...I didn't love anyone like I love you. I love you so much--
[Amongst all the regulated patterns and streaks of bioluminescence, extra blotches of pink and purple start showing through, enough to start dying Abbacchio with the extra light. It's so fucking pretty. He's so fucking pretty, all the way through, blood and guts and wool and horns and gemstone eyes and white teeth, and his fingers are so fucking good that Avdol can't help but cover his face in some vestigial embarrassment reflex, because he's absolutely pulling some ridiculously dazed face and making some ugly, wet, low noise in response. Even as he tries to combat humiliation he's not even feeling, his hips buck all short and sharp, impatient more than anything.]
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You're so fucking amazing. I love you, too.
[There's utter warmth in Abbacchio's eyes, and hey that warmth seems to actually spread to his body because Sanguis magic is a thing. He reaches with his free hand, forcing Avdol's from his face.]
Hey, none of that. I wanna see you. [Gonna just crook his fingers and drag them out, a bit more roughly than is probably necessary, trying to please both of their urges.] Especially while I'm gonna fuck you.
C'mon, you want it now? [He rolls his hips forward and like a jackass his cock grinds against Avdol's ass instead of, you know, fucking him proper.]
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Yes. [No hesitation, either. He just huffs, head tossing fitfully amongst all those technicolour tendrils as he cinches every limb he owns around Abbacchio, desperate to hold him closer and feed them both with more moonlacing highs.] I want you to fuck me, Leone. Please? Until I can taste you. Until neither of us can move, so you can't even pull out. I really, really...It's terrible, it's so strong, how much I want you to fuck me.
[Fingers tangle in all that silver wool, gently tugging and stroking even as Avdol squirms in an attempt to line up and at least feel something more than just being very rudely teased; the cleft of his ass is already completely slick, smearing lubrication all over Abbacchio's cock and making wet, vulgar noises as he goes.]
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Mm, I'll take care of you. Since you asked so nice.
[And also because HE LOVES HIS BOYFRIEND but it's fun teasing him too. Abbacchio ducks his head, catching Avdol into another kiss, his teeth grazing and tugging at his lower lip. As he breaks it, his tongue runs over the other man's lips before he finally lets the two of them line up. A hand stays at Avdol's hip, keeping him steady as he starts to press in.
It's so slick, in a way that's different than just regular lube does. Not in any sort of bad difference either. It just is. But it's good, Avdol feels good, and as much as he just wants to fuck him into the bed he's going to make sure that he isn't rushing this anyway. He's eager, not a complete asshole, especially not to him.]
There we go. [He sighs, like it's a relief as he works on bottoming out.] Fuck, that's good.
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But the Iris in him prefers it this way, prefers looking up over looking down, prefers being stretched slowly open and loomed over at the same time. It's almost like all that fire, that selfishness has been doused suddenly, replaced with blatant adoration all for application of genitalia. Ah, the joys of weird lunar heats; getting to deal with organic lubricant coming from orifices it shouldn't, tingly venom hair, lightshows from head to toe, and apparently, Avdol's moods changing from highkey horny to highkey mommy kink or some shit.]
You're good. You're lovely, eveh-nn, nh, if you're being far too nice to me. [Especially considering there's absolutely no resistance on the bottoming out front. None whatsoever, just slick heat almost greedily sucking Abbacchio in like the rest of Avdol's currently trying to.] And between us?
[Those tendrils keep on gently suctioning and tugging away, bar the one currently being rubbed; that one's just squirming, charging the air with static in lieu of being able to convey active affection. That's alright, though; that's what hands are for, and what Avdol's doing with one of his own right now. Going in for the face-pet, thumb over lips as he hums contentedly away.] ...Your, ah. Your dick's my favourite.
[Is he trying to see what sort of reaction that'll get, as payback for the teasing? M a y b e.]
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Adoringly, he tips his head into the hand petting down his face, but he goes rigid at the remark. Fuck, what a thing to say. It feels like Avdol's started a fire in his blood, and he's squeezing his hip, bucking harder, his hips slapping loudly against the other man. It already feels good, but it really does feel like Avdol's gripping him from the inside, pulling him in.]
Yeah? Haa. You can have as much of it as you want. [So he gives a few more quick jackrabbit thrusts.] Like that.
[If anything, it just fires him up. Abbacchio leans his head down, and he breathes in sharp through his nose as he smells Avdol's throat.] You need it hard like that, Mohammed?
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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?]
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He makes a pleased groan at the way the fingers dig into his flesh. He doesn't care how hard or deep or rough Avdol does it, he immediately finds that he loves it.] Hold on tight, tighter-- [Abbacchio is breathless but eager, his hips pumping in a few more quick rapid fire motions to pound into Avdol.
Without thinking, he bites down onto Avdol's shoulder, bucking against him and wanting to hear just how loud he can make him.]
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There's skin starting to pill up under his fingernails now, wet, sticky lines as he absolutely fucking howls and curls his toes, building up to both yet another bone-rattling orgasm and The Worst Cramp Of All Time. Who cares, though? Who cares? Right now, the world is just this, just them, no one else even enters Avdol's mind because he really is completely, wholly Abbacchio's, strobing from head to toe for him just to draw him in even closer, precum starting to trickle over his belly and down his side in imitation of the thin saliva at the corners of his mouth whenever he tosses it to one side. Yeah, that's right, ya boy drools when the dick is that bomb, that's just how it is.
It's just constant, open-mouthed, tensed-up rapture now, noise tearing out of his throat on a subconscious level as he clings desperately onto Abbacchio and tries in vain to to lovingly slur his name between each raw sound. Definitely for the best that he lives alone now, to be honest.]
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Shit, just look at you. [He arches his back, as if he's encouraging how those nails dig into his back. Yeah there are some cutting crescents into his skin now but it's the kind of marks to be proud of.
He reaches between them, palming at Avdol's cock as he's actively pounding into the other man now, and he huffs out a laugh.] You're fucking wet everywhere.
Haa, c'mon, come for me, I wanna see it, wanna feel you.
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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.
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There's utter adoration in his face when he looks at Avdol. Mine mine mine--]
You're gonna feel me all right. [There's a sharp buck of his hips, and he keeps himself pressed in. He grins down at Avdol.] You want me to come in you? I'll fill you up best I can.
[And he's picking up the pace once more, chasing after his own pleasure now. It was worth it, watching Avdol fall apart first.]
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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.]
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God, he's so good.
There's an erratic thrust of his hips, slamming hard against Avdol, as if he's trying to go deeper somehow even though that's impossible.] Ah-- [His breath is choked as he comes, his mouth open as he breathes out. It's hot, literally hot everywhere, and there's the satisfaction of spilling inside of Avdol. Like he's marking him.
Mine.]
Fuck. [yep that's what they did. But he's going to try to push down and kiss Avdol even though he's breathless.]
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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.
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The praise makes him shiver slightly, and he nuzzles into Avdol's neck after the harder kiss, dragging his teeth over the other man's throat.]
Y'sure? [He mumbles it against Avdol's neck, sniffing him, pleased with the comforting scent.] Don't want to make you uncomfortable.
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[Though there's an obvious choice here, at least in the interim, and it's a choice that Avdol really, really likes the thought of. He rumbles approvingly and tips his head back, light already starting to recentre around his throat in response to Abbacchio's teeth and mouth and nose.
Shit, he's going to end up getting some weird fetish for being smelled, isn't he. It's almost Pavlovian now, to be honest; Abbacchio smells him during Sanguis, so it's good, and something that Avdol enjoys. Thanks, Lunatia. He was vanilla before and now he's got weird fetishes based off of love and respect??? the fuck???]
I could keep telling you how excellent a job you did, if you'd like. In fact, I might just do that on top of whatever you want. [Case in point; it's really fun to praise Abbacchio, reactions or not. But especially for the reactions right now because yes, he's a good boy and he did a great job of deep dicking, why wouldn't Avdol praise him?] Would you like that, Leone? If...I told you how perfectly you fuck me, every time? How good it is, and how good you are?
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He lifts his head and practically shoves his mouth against Avdol's, his teeth lightly tugging at his lower lip.]
Yeah. I'd say that's a good start. [Another kiss, this time a little softer.] God, there's so fucking much I want with you. How hard would you let me bite you, Mohammed?
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