[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?
[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?
[All of it sounds good, delight shivering down his spine. Normally, he'd have no problem swapping with Avdol, but right now with his dick buried into the other man and all of this talk making him hard again he doesn't want to move. He just wants to fuck him again and again.
He gives a little helpless jerk of his hips. Fuck.] I want that. Want everyone to see. [He nips at Avdol's pretty throat, the way it glows and the colors beautiful. Who'd ever think he'd be into jellyfish furries anyway?]
Don't worry. [Abbacchio captures one hand into his again, making sure their fingers are linked as he rolls his hips with a bit more ease, working his way into it before he's ready to fuck Avdol's brains out again.] All I want is to be with you too. Make you feel good. Make you full of me.
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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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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?
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He gives a little helpless jerk of his hips. Fuck.] I want that. Want everyone to see. [He nips at Avdol's pretty throat, the way it glows and the colors beautiful. Who'd ever think he'd be into jellyfish furries anyway?]
Don't worry. [Abbacchio captures one hand into his again, making sure their fingers are linked as he rolls his hips with a bit more ease, working his way into it before he's ready to fuck Avdol's brains out again.] All I want is to be with you too. Make you feel good. Make you full of me.