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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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?