[The timer on Moody Blues' forehead begins to roll back to a little more than ten minutes ago: Leone still naked, still hard, but sitting up like he's ready to be in Caesar's lap. The timer stays on Moody!Leone's brow, but otherwise it looks exactly like him.
There's a click, and the timer activates.
Don't keep me waiting, bello, Leone of the past says, just as he had before.]
[The transformation is jarring enough that Caesar forces his gaze away from the naked man in front of him to the one pulling the metaphorical strings by his side. It sounds like him. Looks like him. It's an incredible, if not strange power that Leone's been bestowed with.
There's a countdown limiting their time together, at least with the man he can touch, so he hears those familiar words and trails his fingertips up his thighs, his hips and-
Hoists him none too gently atop his legs until he's close enough for Caesar to press his lips against the center of his chest.
He isn't sure how far he can go with the copy-all he can see is a rock hard dick and feel his own get erect with the sudden contact God, all he wants to do is bend him over on the bed and get those legs wrapped around his body again.]
Ten minutes to fuck you both. That's quite the challenge, Leone.
[Although Moody!Abbacchio doesn't seem to react, Leone in the present does, breathing in at the pressure, the feeling of lips on his chest. Fuck, it's as close as he's going to get right now as far as contact goes. It works, even if he'd rather have Caesar to himself right now.]
Ha, don't worry; I can put him on repeat. You got more time, if you need it.
[The thrill of arousal slowly builds back up. Not that he was too far off, but there's something about watching himself (kind of) in the hands of Caesar. It should be weird, but fuck it's kind of hot, too.]
[If he needs it. As close as he was before, Caesar isn't sure the time will be necessary, even though that was his major complaint literally one second ago.
The kiss got a reaction and Caesar wants to see his partner squirm with every touch, every graze of his hand-it's a strange experience and he isn't going to waste it.
The original Leone is within arm's reach-there's a prime opportunity to tease the man in his sight and he doesn't plan on wasting it. They can't touch, but Caesar has enough self-control to-
Slowly trail his hand from the copy's navel up to his nipple, rubbing against it with the pad of his thumb. Slow, gentle and-
He twists his head to the side, lips just a breath away from the original Leone's own. A stray breeze could knock them together, but that thrill is rapidly becoming a part of the fun.
His second hand falls into the mix, following the same pattern of grazing and rubbing. A little rougher, then softer, he lets his nails scratch against the copy's side and keeps his gaze level with the man next to him.]
[God, they're so close that he can feel the warmth coming right off of Caesar, feel his breath. He wants to touch him, but he refrains, shuddering as he watches instead how Caesar touches Moody Blues, how he feels it in himself. Though Moody Blues is completely warm and soft just like any human being would be, his reactions don't quite line up.
However, Abbacchio's does. He shudders, feeling his own nipples harden as if Caesar was touching him.]
You ever know me to be quiet?
[He reaches down, loosely stroking himself. Not in a hurry, not chasing after completion, but languid and slow, just to feel good.]
[In the many mornings, afternoons, nights they've spent together entangled in limbs and sheets-
No, Caesar can't say he's ever been all that quiet and it's part of what he enjoys about his rendezvous with this man. But he always craves more. Always wants more. Wants to hear more.
He's not willing to unpack what that means just yet because it's a sensation he has around very few people.
Leone starts touching himself and Caesar feels like his attempt to rile up the man by being close is already backfiring. This is rougher than he thought it would be and pushes himself up, his lips replacing the hand that suddenly drops from his nipple to his dick.
His fingertips trail along Leone's shaft, his thumb rubbing against the tip just slightly as he takes the nipple between his teeth. It's surreal, and strange, but he can't say he hates being semi-sandwiched between two of him.]
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[The timer on Moody Blues' forehead begins to roll back to a little more than ten minutes ago: Leone still naked, still hard, but sitting up like he's ready to be in Caesar's lap. The timer stays on Moody!Leone's brow, but otherwise it looks exactly like him.
There's a click, and the timer activates.
Don't keep me waiting, bello, Leone of the past says, just as he had before.]
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There's a countdown limiting their time together, at least with the man he can touch, so he hears those familiar words and trails his fingertips up his thighs, his hips and-
Hoists him none too gently atop his legs until he's close enough for Caesar to press his lips against the center of his chest.
He isn't sure how far he can go with the copy-all he can see is a rock hard dick and feel his own get erect with the sudden contact God, all he wants to do is bend him over on the bed and get those legs wrapped around his body again.]
Ten minutes to fuck you both. That's quite the challenge, Leone.
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Ha, don't worry; I can put him on repeat. You got more time, if you need it.
[The thrill of arousal slowly builds back up. Not that he was too far off, but there's something about watching himself (kind of) in the hands of Caesar. It should be weird, but fuck it's kind of hot, too.]
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The kiss got a reaction and Caesar wants to see his partner squirm with every touch, every graze of his hand-it's a strange experience and he isn't going to waste it.
The original Leone is within arm's reach-there's a prime opportunity to tease the man in his sight and he doesn't plan on wasting it. They can't touch, but Caesar has enough self-control to-
Slowly trail his hand from the copy's navel up to his nipple, rubbing against it with the pad of his thumb. Slow, gentle and-
He twists his head to the side, lips just a breath away from the original Leone's own. A stray breeze could knock them together, but that thrill is rapidly becoming a part of the fun.
His second hand falls into the mix, following the same pattern of grazing and rubbing. A little rougher, then softer, he lets his nails scratch against the copy's side and keeps his gaze level with the man next to him.]
You better not hold back. I want to hear you.
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However, Abbacchio's does. He shudders, feeling his own nipples harden as if Caesar was touching him.]
You ever know me to be quiet?
[He reaches down, loosely stroking himself. Not in a hurry, not chasing after completion, but languid and slow, just to feel good.]
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No, Caesar can't say he's ever been all that quiet and it's part of what he enjoys about his rendezvous with this man. But he always craves more. Always wants more. Wants to hear more.
He's not willing to unpack what that means just yet because it's a sensation he has around very few people.
Leone starts touching himself and Caesar feels like his attempt to rile up the man by being close is already backfiring. This is rougher than he thought it would be and pushes himself up, his lips replacing the hand that suddenly drops from his nipple to his dick.
His fingertips trail along Leone's shaft, his thumb rubbing against the tip just slightly as he takes the nipple between his teeth. It's surreal, and strange, but he can't say he hates being semi-sandwiched between two of him.]