[The shared feline features prove one thing and that is, at least, the man is being fueled by the same moon he is. It's an interesting look-one that oddly suits him, despite inhuman nature of it all.
The hand on the base of his neck moves up to his hairline and his fingers thread through the strands.
And that small bit of contact-the forehead pressed against his-is enough to fuel that spark. To give into that strong to desire to lean in a bit and press a kiss against his bottom lip with a murmur.]
I have an idea or two. I would grateful if you would indulge me.
[Honestly, he should've known how smooth that Caesar was going to be. The kiss is far from the filthiest he's ever had, but it still makes him hum, pleased, wanting.
Yeah. Okay, fuck it, he wants it. Whatever the hell Caesar is thinking.
He drags the tip of his tongue over Caesar's lips, just lightly.]
[It's so tempting to pull that tongue into his mouth and he parts his lips for the briefest second-like he's going to ravish every exposed part of this man, but-
He exhales soft and slow against Leone's lips. Brushes against them again, as he tilts his head to reach the man's neck to place soft kisses there. Lets his hand fall from his neck, down his side and rest over his unfortunately clothed waist.]
[His shoulders roll in delight when those claws graze the back of his shirt and he wishes, for a desperate second, that they were digging deep into his skin.
And that bit of encouragement-that affirmation-is all he needs. He lets more of his weight press the man down against the couch as those gentle kisses along his neck become sharp nips.
I'm not made of glass-
Is what he needs. Someone that doesn't need to be treated delicately and-
He glides the hand back up his chest, following the same invisible trail as earlier, until he can pull at those strands of silver hair to expose more of his neck.]
[It's a nice, rough tug on his hair that makes him shudder a bit, his ombre eyes peering at Caesar for a moment. It pleases him, hearing the command, and he has no real reason to oppose.
So the claws drag down Caesar's back again, then along his sides, pressing just a bit harder.]
You like that, huh. [It's not really much of a question. Abbacchio smiles crookedly.]
[There's a thoughtful 'hm' that comes out of his mouth, reverberating against his skin at the question. Those hands ease the tension in his body-the rough touch pleasing him to no end. There's a momentary lapse in his grip as he playfully twirls strands of silver hair between his fingers before he gives it another sharp tug.
He pulls at the man's shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up to expose his chest and runs his fingers down the middle, grazing the skin with his nails. ]
You're a smart man-try to find out. I can't give up all my secrets so easily.
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The hand on the base of his neck moves up to his hairline and his fingers thread through the strands.
And that small bit of contact-the forehead pressed against his-is enough to fuel that spark. To give into that strong to desire to lean in a bit and press a kiss against his bottom lip with a murmur.]
I have an idea or two. I would grateful if you would indulge me.
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Yeah. Okay, fuck it, he wants it. Whatever the hell Caesar is thinking.
He drags the tip of his tongue over Caesar's lips, just lightly.]
You got my attention.
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He exhales soft and slow against Leone's lips. Brushes against them again, as he tilts his head to reach the man's neck to place soft kisses there. Lets his hand fall from his neck, down his side and rest over his unfortunately clothed waist.]
Good. Don't take your eyes off me.
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Wouldn't want to.
[He drags his claws lightly down Caesar's back, encouraging him.]
You don't have to be gentle if you don't want to. I'm not made of glass.
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And that bit of encouragement-that affirmation-is all he needs. He lets more of his weight press the man down against the couch as those gentle kisses along his neck become sharp nips.
I'm not made of glass-
Is what he needs. Someone that doesn't need to be treated delicately and-
He glides the hand back up his chest, following the same invisible trail as earlier, until he can pull at those strands of silver hair to expose more of his neck.]
Do that again.
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So the claws drag down Caesar's back again, then along his sides, pressing just a bit harder.]
You like that, huh. [It's not really much of a question. Abbacchio smiles crookedly.]
I wanna know what else you like.
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He pulls at the man's shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up to expose his chest and runs his fingers down the middle, grazing the skin with his nails. ]
You're a smart man-try to find out. I can't give up all my secrets so easily.