[There's a brief, warm look in Abbacchio's eyes as he looks at Edgeworth, then he finally pulls away.]
I'll be back.
[He sits up, making quick work of himself with the sink across the way. For a brief moment, he has a look at himself, which is an absolute fucking mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and sweat.
Yeah, that'd definitely been a good time.
Abbacchio washes off his face, rubbing off his lipstick as well since it's kind of a disaster anyway. Upon returning, he's getting back to bed, then pauses before he's holding an arm up in invitation.]
[He only lies still a minute, after Abbacchio heads across the hall; then, a little reluctantly, Edgeworth makes himself get up and at the very least, sort out the business of his haphazardly-discarded clothes. His socks are removed and hung over the edge of a dresser drawer, pending laundering; the sweatpants get folded and set to the side, and after some deliberation he just takes off his sweater, as well. Perhaps Abbacchio will regret not being allowed to divest him of it personally, but — well, this way, it'll just be simpler.
That tidied, he returns to the bed and stretches out on top of the blankets, reaching for one edge of the comforter and pulling a fold of it over himself just to keep some of the heat in while he waits.
Fortunately, Abbacchio doesn't keep him waiting long, and when he beckons, it's easy to roll over and nudge closer as he's bidden.]
Mm. You look different without your makeup. Not better or worse. Just different.
[As soon as Edgeworth is closer, Abbacchio pulls him into a firm embrace, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. Yeah, it's a little disappointing that he couldn't undress the man himself, but that's all right. He wouldn't expect Edgeworth to wait it out. Better that he's comfortable.
It's hard to not be a little affectionate after everything.]
Thanks. Kinda makes me feel more naked than taking off my clothes, to be honest. Don't tell anyone I got freckles.
[He nuzzles down to Edgeworth's throat, lazily kissing him there.]
[At first, he's a little hesitant, not quite knowing where Abbacchio is going with this and not quite able to let go of his own tension to ease into it. But then the kisses start falling on his face and neck, and it's surprisingly easy to come unwound and release a sigh that takes half the air in his chest with it.]
As it is, I'm mostly just making sure the dark circles don't show beneath my eyes.
[His words are murmured against Edgeworth's throat as he keeps peppering it with kisses, light and quick. Gently, his arm squeezes around Edgeworth's midsection, the affection lazy. Just another few minutes, and he'll get to some real work.]
And I would never hear the end of it. A man in my position, "cute".
[He swallows hard, though, as the recognition of what's actually happening starts to settle around him. Affection, conversation; the mixture of the two is sweetly intoxicating, lulling him into an unusual state of calm. He's not being asked to think, or even really to reciprocate. He can just talk, just experience, and it's all right; at the very least, Abbacchio doesn't seem to have a problem with it.]
I had a...demanding upbringing. Laziness was not tolerated.
[...]
That sounds like an excuse. I don't mean it to be. Just...the source of your correct assumption.
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I'll be back.
[He sits up, making quick work of himself with the sink across the way. For a brief moment, he has a look at himself, which is an absolute fucking mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and sweat.
Yeah, that'd definitely been a good time.
Abbacchio washes off his face, rubbing off his lipstick as well since it's kind of a disaster anyway. Upon returning, he's getting back to bed, then pauses before he's holding an arm up in invitation.]
C'mere.
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That tidied, he returns to the bed and stretches out on top of the blankets, reaching for one edge of the comforter and pulling a fold of it over himself just to keep some of the heat in while he waits.
Fortunately, Abbacchio doesn't keep him waiting long, and when he beckons, it's easy to roll over and nudge closer as he's bidden.]
Mm. You look different without your makeup. Not better or worse. Just different.
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It's hard to not be a little affectionate after everything.]
Thanks. Kinda makes me feel more naked than taking off my clothes, to be honest. Don't tell anyone I got freckles.
[He nuzzles down to Edgeworth's throat, lazily kissing him there.]
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[At first, he's a little hesitant, not quite knowing where Abbacchio is going with this and not quite able to let go of his own tension to ease into it. But then the kisses start falling on his face and neck, and it's surprisingly easy to come unwound and release a sigh that takes half the air in his chest with it.]
As it is, I'm mostly just making sure the dark circles don't show beneath my eyes.
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[His words are murmured against Edgeworth's throat as he keeps peppering it with kisses, light and quick. Gently, his arm squeezes around Edgeworth's midsection, the affection lazy. Just another few minutes, and he'll get to some real work.]
Yeah, you kinda seem like the workaholic type.
So I guess I gotta work hard to relax you.
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[He swallows hard, though, as the recognition of what's actually happening starts to settle around him. Affection, conversation; the mixture of the two is sweetly intoxicating, lulling him into an unusual state of calm. He's not being asked to think, or even really to reciprocate. He can just talk, just experience, and it's all right; at the very least, Abbacchio doesn't seem to have a problem with it.]
I had a...demanding upbringing. Laziness was not tolerated.
[...]
That sounds like an excuse. I don't mean it to be. Just...the source of your correct assumption.