[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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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.