[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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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?