[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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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.