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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[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.