Good, cuz thinking about him would make me shrivel up like a prune.
[ANYWAY. Yeah. Safe word: achieved. They can move on now like proper adults trying to figure out rope bondage and fuck safely.]
Make that two of us. ...I think about you almost all the time, Mohammed. [And he says it warmly, sincere. It's a rare moment in which he isn't thinking about Avdol, how fucking lucky he is to have him. How much he loves him. The gifts absolutely help, plus the ring he almost never takes off now.
The lights firing up under Avdol's skin catch his attention, the little light show so damned enchanting. He tilts his head, grinning at Avdol before sitting up, shoving their lips together.]
Then I'm just going to have to work harder to fill the rest of your mind like you do mine. I--
[Thankfully, Avdol is Shut The Fuck Up by that kiss, hair reflexively (adoringly) threatening to snare Abbacchio's head completely if it weren't for the ease with which each tentacle is detached. A series of gentle pops and they peel away, leaving damp, tingling stripes in their wake from horn-tip to throat. It's a desperate, yawning sort of love that Iris gives him; the sort of thing that can only be filled by one shape alone, but thankfully he doesn't voice that
Mostly because it sounds creepy as fuck, like a lot of Avdol's Iris traits do when said out loud.] ...Arms behind your back. I'll help you get them in the proper position. I actually-- This is mostly decorative, but it reminded me of you, the look. [Another kiss, this time with minimal hair stickage, before he shifts around in order to set both wrists facing each other. Once he's satisfied, it's time to get tyin'! Quiet looping, around and around and then over; somebody's clearly been practicing very hard.]
That, and this is going to really emphasise your chest. Ha! We'll have to take pictures so that it doesn't fade away completely.
[Obediently, he lets Avdol arrange him how he'd like, arms and all. He can be pliable for this, especially since it's kind of exciting and definitely hot that they're trying new shit all the time. Not that Lunatia doesn't encourage it, but fuck, it's nice.
He snorts out a laugh.] Yeah? You want a good look at my tits, huh?
[It just makes him grin crookedly at Avdol.] But hey, if you want some pictures for later, do it.
Your everything, but right now? Yes, your tits especially. Can you blame me? They're very nice ones, after all. [Okay look how could he not go for a titty squeeze? One hand holds the rope in place and the other goes for a little gropage, Avdol huffing in amusement as he presses in a little closer.]
...The whole artistic appeal of this is meant to be the transience, but to hell with that, I think. I want to remember this to every detail, if it turns out well. [Gropage thus completed, it's time to finish tying Abbacchio's wrists together so they can get to the real decorative shit. As much as he'd like to rush, Avdol manages to keep his pace slow enough to do a good job on the bowline knot, which always helps!
Doesn't help his boner though. Makes that worse, really, which makes his voice lower in turn. Soon soon soon.] Maybe I'll take before and after pictures, just so we can see you looking pristine as well as what you look like after I'm done with you. Do you have any idea how hard it's been to work when I kept thinking about your hair messed up and your lipstick everywhere?
[A soft grunt at the tiddygrab, but honestly he loves it, enough that he arches his back to encourage Avdol's hands on him. It's going to be tough to not be able to return the favor in some way, but he's just as eager to spoil Avdol by letting him tie him up.]
Mm. [He tilts his head, hair sliding over his shoulders.] Better hurry up and take your photos before you mess me up, Mohammed.
[Well, he has no hands he can use, but he's going to slide his leg up Avdol's thigh.]
Patience, patience; I'm nowhere near done yet. What's the point of taking pictures of half-finished art? At this rate, I'll never get your legs bound. [Not that he's fucking complaining, no sir; his hands still for a moment as he loses focus, not sure whether to arch into or pull away from Abbacchio's leg. (He ends up arching forward, just a little. Of course he does.)
But that only serves as motivation, doesn't it? Avdol huffs sharply through his nose and resumes tying with a teensy bit more pep to each step. Just over one elbow, careful to not press too hard on any nerves, then around the chest and back over the other elbow, then-- a moment's hesitation, frantically trying to remember the next step and still just thinking about how he'd rather leave an ugly hickey on the bared nape of Abbacchio's neck, okay there we go another line of rope running the opposite direction. One more minute of fiddling and ensuring the rope won't come undone on itself, and then he's shuffling around on his knees so that they're face-to-face and fuck if this isn't a test of his willpower right now.]
Just a little more. This is the decorative part, but...I think it's worth doing well, if we're going to do this. Bear with me, Leone. [He has the fucking gall to go in for a kiss to the forehead, almost apologetic while he threads the rope through itself to strap over one Big Goth Titty, then twisting over the other. Just give him a few minutes to get it looking like it should, he's doing his best.]
[It's a new feeling, being kind of more or less helpless, but he really doesn't care since he completely and utterly trusts Avdol in this circumstance. So, he waits, letting him slowly add more bindings. The rope is actually pretty smooth, all things considered. Not a bad quality.
And like this, it really does basically put his chest on display. Let's be real here though, it's not like he minds, and he definitely knows he's got a nice rack.]
Looks good. Don't you think? [He arches his back a little, letting the rope shift around his pecs.] You happy with it so far?
I'd say that I'm proud of myself, but let's be honest; no matter how poorly I did, you'd make it look good all the same. Still...It looks like the pictures, so I'm definitely pleased with myself-- But there's a risk of the rope pressing on nerves in your arms and making them go numb, so you'll tell me if that happens, of course.
[Finally, Avdol's eyes flick up from Titty Level and his self-satisfied smirk only turns more Cheshire upon eye contact. ...Mostly because it's clear that Abbacchio's doing alright at the moment and hey, that's a fucking weight off his back at the moment. But also because it means that he can do things like lean back and really fucking manspread without consequence, because he can't be touched. OHO, no taking advantage of clear dick posturing, eat shit!!!]
Do you have it in you to have your legs bound as well? I was thinking of doing a little extra work so that when I lean forward, your legs press closer to your chest, but I don't want to push you too hard.
[HEY that's really fucking mean?? It's awful, he gets a nice view of Avdol and he's gonna have to try to work for leverage to, like, even try anything! Abbacchio groans a little, squirming, trying to press the ball of his foot gently against Avdol's groin, time to tag back with some footsie??]
Oh nooooooooo, how horrendous, what motivation you're providing me wiiiiith. [Which is to say that Avdol doesn't look like he's moving away at all. Opposite, really; even as he parts his thighs a little more in invitation, his skin flares, streaks and speckles of fluorescence centred around his hips and belly. He sits there for a good few seconds and gently rubs against the ball of Abbacchio's foot, apparently completely content to make him do all the work, before sighing softly and fumbling around for more rope.]
I haven't taken pictures yet, so don't tease me. I'm in heat, Leone; there's not much willpower here bar the promise of these pictures for later. [Rope in one hand, and he reaches out for that offending horny foot with the other; he has KNOTS TO TIE, BITCH. A wholeass Somerville bowline!!!] In fact, if you weren't obviously so keen to have me, I might just tie your legs up and ride you instead. ...But I won't, because I love you.
[Fuck, that's so pretty. His skin, and even just feeling Avdol press up against him. Yeah, if he really wanted, he'd just do this for him, but he won't because there's a bigger prize to get out of this.
So he grumbles when his foot is caught, then wiggles his toes at Avdol.] Yeah, still good.
I'll try to be more patient. [Not one of his best features, but he understands that Avdol is probably have an even harder time waiting. Heat and all.]
Thank you. I love when you're obedient. [He bends over just a little to press a kiss to Abbacchio's ankle, before folding it back and getting to work with all that tying. It's a lot, but it'll be so, so worth it at the end.
And it is! Avdol stays quiet the entire time, concentration a little more intense since there's a little more risk with the weight-bearing factor that comes with, y'know, legs, but eventually he ends up completing a very neat little spiral futomomo tie. One leg down, one to go! ...But first, he's damn well going to admire his own hard work, because it's a rather pretty tie as far as he's concerned. One hand splays on Abbacchio's hip, then slowly traces over the gentle bumps of flesh and rope until thigh gives way to knee. Then he stops, idly thumbing at bare skin, and brings his other wrist up--
oh
okay, that sure is his little bracelet camera, it's apparently photo time!! Which is probably fair because yeah, his movements are faintly audible with how wet he is so patience can eat a dick.]
Sorry. We'll have to do this outside the moons so I can do a better job, but I don't mind if you hook your leg around me anyway. Pose?
[Fuck. It does look pretty, doesn't it? Abbacchio tilts his head, admiring the rope work and the amount of dedication that Avdol's put into it. He shivers at the contact, wanting to shift closer, but he hardly has any leverage at all at this point so he just takes whatever is given to him.
Which, right now, means he's gotta pose for Avdol and the camera.
He lets out a bark of a laugh before he's squirming a bit, raising his leg to hook indeed around Avdol's hip. Tilting his head, his hair flows over his shoulders and he does his best to puff out his chest, really show Avdol's knots over his pecs.]
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[ANYWAY. Yeah. Safe word: achieved. They can move on now like proper adults trying to figure out rope bondage and fuck safely.]
Make that two of us. ...I think about you almost all the time, Mohammed. [And he says it warmly, sincere. It's a rare moment in which he isn't thinking about Avdol, how fucking lucky he is to have him. How much he loves him. The gifts absolutely help, plus the ring he almost never takes off now.
The lights firing up under Avdol's skin catch his attention, the little light show so damned enchanting. He tilts his head, grinning at Avdol before sitting up, shoving their lips together.]
I'm all yours. How do you want my arms?
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[Thankfully, Avdol is Shut The Fuck Up by that kiss, hair reflexively (adoringly) threatening to snare Abbacchio's head completely if it weren't for the ease with which each tentacle is detached. A series of gentle pops and they peel away, leaving damp, tingling stripes in their wake from horn-tip to throat. It's a desperate, yawning sort of love that Iris gives him; the sort of thing that can only be filled by one shape alone, but thankfully he doesn't voice that
Mostly because it sounds creepy as fuck, like a lot of Avdol's Iris traits do when said out loud.] ...Arms behind your back. I'll help you get them in the proper position. I actually-- This is mostly decorative, but it reminded me of you, the look. [Another kiss, this time with minimal hair stickage, before he shifts around in order to set both wrists facing each other. Once he's satisfied, it's time to get tyin'! Quiet looping, around and around and then over; somebody's clearly been practicing very hard.]
That, and this is going to really emphasise your chest. Ha! We'll have to take pictures so that it doesn't fade away completely.
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He snorts out a laugh.] Yeah? You want a good look at my tits, huh?
[It just makes him grin crookedly at Avdol.] But hey, if you want some pictures for later, do it.
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...The whole artistic appeal of this is meant to be the transience, but to hell with that, I think. I want to remember this to every detail, if it turns out well. [Gropage thus completed, it's time to finish tying Abbacchio's wrists together so they can get to the real decorative shit. As much as he'd like to rush, Avdol manages to keep his pace slow enough to do a good job on the bowline knot, which always helps!
Doesn't help his boner though. Makes that worse, really, which makes his voice lower in turn. Soon soon soon.] Maybe I'll take before and after pictures, just so we can see you looking pristine as well as what you look like after I'm done with you. Do you have any idea how hard it's been to work when I kept thinking about your hair messed up and your lipstick everywhere?
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Mm. [He tilts his head, hair sliding over his shoulders.] Better hurry up and take your photos before you mess me up, Mohammed.
[Well, he has no hands he can use, but he's going to slide his leg up Avdol's thigh.]
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But that only serves as motivation, doesn't it? Avdol huffs sharply through his nose and resumes tying with a teensy bit more pep to each step. Just over one elbow, careful to not press too hard on any nerves, then around the chest and back over the other elbow, then-- a moment's hesitation, frantically trying to remember the next step and still just thinking about how he'd rather leave an ugly hickey on the bared nape of Abbacchio's neck, okay there we go another line of rope running the opposite direction. One more minute of fiddling and ensuring the rope won't come undone on itself, and then he's shuffling around on his knees so that they're face-to-face and fuck if this isn't a test of his willpower right now.]
Just a little more. This is the decorative part, but...I think it's worth doing well, if we're going to do this. Bear with me, Leone. [He has the fucking gall to go in for a kiss to the forehead, almost apologetic while he threads the rope through itself to strap over one Big Goth Titty, then twisting over the other. Just give him a few minutes to get it looking like it should, he's doing his best.]
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And like this, it really does basically put his chest on display. Let's be real here though, it's not like he minds, and he definitely knows he's got a nice rack.]
Looks good. Don't you think? [He arches his back a little, letting the rope shift around his pecs.] You happy with it so far?
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[Finally, Avdol's eyes flick up from Titty Level and his self-satisfied smirk only turns more Cheshire upon eye contact. ...Mostly because it's clear that Abbacchio's doing alright at the moment and hey, that's a fucking weight off his back at the moment. But also because it means that he can do things like lean back and really fucking manspread without consequence, because he can't be touched. OHO, no taking advantage of clear dick posturing, eat shit!!!]
Do you have it in you to have your legs bound as well? I was thinking of doing a little extra work so that when I lean forward, your legs press closer to your chest, but I don't want to push you too hard.
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You'd better, or I'm gonna keep doing this.
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I haven't taken pictures yet, so don't tease me. I'm in heat, Leone; there's not much willpower here bar the promise of these pictures for later. [Rope in one hand, and he reaches out for that offending horny foot with the other; he has KNOTS TO TIE, BITCH. A wholeass Somerville bowline!!!] In fact, if you weren't obviously so keen to have me, I might just tie your legs up and ride you instead. ...But I won't, because I love you.
Everything still good?
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So he grumbles when his foot is caught, then wiggles his toes at Avdol.] Yeah, still good.
I'll try to be more patient. [Not one of his best features, but he understands that Avdol is probably have an even harder time waiting. Heat and all.]
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And it is! Avdol stays quiet the entire time, concentration a little more intense since there's a little more risk with the weight-bearing factor that comes with, y'know, legs, but eventually he ends up completing a very neat little spiral futomomo tie. One leg down, one to go! ...But first, he's damn well going to admire his own hard work, because it's a rather pretty tie as far as he's concerned. One hand splays on Abbacchio's hip, then slowly traces over the gentle bumps of flesh and rope until thigh gives way to knee. Then he stops, idly thumbing at bare skin, and brings his other wrist up--
oh
okay, that sure is his little bracelet camera, it's apparently photo time!! Which is probably fair because yeah, his movements are faintly audible with how wet he is so patience can eat a dick.]
Sorry. We'll have to do this outside the moons so I can do a better job, but I don't mind if you hook your leg around me anyway. Pose?
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Which, right now, means he's gotta pose for Avdol and the camera.
He lets out a bark of a laugh before he's squirming a bit, raising his leg to hook indeed around Avdol's hip. Tilting his head, his hair flows over his shoulders and he does his best to puff out his chest, really show Avdol's knots over his pecs.]
That good?