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SEX ED PART 2 THE RECKONING | video; un: fantasma

[Abbacchio is sitting in his apartment, looking cozy as hell while he's petting a chicken in his lap. Said chicken looks like she's just nested and not going to move for awhile yet. Sanguis is in effect, so he has horns and his hair is just a mass of wool.]

What's up, assholes. It's that time again to reveal my fountain of wisdom.

It's occurred to me that some of you are having a dilemma. A goddamn sexual crisis, if you will. To some of you, this probably makes no sense, so I'll summarize: in most human cultures, opposing genders getting married and popping out babies is considered the norm, and if you don't then old people piss themselves in rage. Or something like that. Everyone's got a difference experience and some people don't care. Fucking cool.

Anyway.

So you came to Lunatia and thought to yourself "nah I definitely like the other gender I'm straight as hell", but now you're confused. Someone of the same sex has bewitched your genitals and heart, and now you're thinking maybe it's not that simple and now you're having a freak out.

[He pauses to have a sip of tea, then goes back to petting Prince the chicken before she starts fretting.]

First off, calm the fuck down. You got a case of bisexual and it's not life ending. I get it, you're discovering new shit about yourself every day. Hell, I didn't think I'd be caught in furry cuddle moonland, but here we are. I promise you no one's gonna give a shit if you suddenly figure out that maybe tits are great after all or that the dick isn't so bad. Or maybe you just wanna hold hands and kiss a little, I don't fucking know. I don't know your life.

But I do know this: it's totally okay. So the question is, how do you figure this shit out? Well, sometimes you gotta experiment. Go on dates, see how it clicks for you. Watch some porn and see what turns you on, that kind of thing. At least, in my experience that's kind of the only way I figured out jack shit personally.

So if you're an alien or from some fantasy land where no one gives a shit about what gender you date, awesome. This doesn't apply to you and it's probably funny that some of us have to deal with this crap. The rest of you that this might apply to, feel free to ask your questions and I'll try to answer.

You're welcome.

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The feeling's mutual, Leone. ...On both fronts, actually; you're absolutely my type too, and my imagination's painting a very flattering picture of you in shorts. Long socks, too, and the cleats and jersey. Ooooh, be still my beating heart!

[The draping gets worse as he slides more and more over the seatback, arms dangling until they can wrap around Abbacchio's stomach without any problem, excuse you Prince this is his mans. At least his chin can still stay about shoulder-level so he can keep getting pets because aw yeah, fuckin mint!!!] And you're a saint, to go putting up with everyone's queries...What a man! I mean that, too. You're far too generous for your own good; I'm in awe of you.

And also thankful you're doing this. I know not everyone's got the same problem as I used to have, but...At home, real home, Egypt, it was all underground. Illegal. Far easier to say to your parents that you're not interested in marrying right now than to risk them calling the police. And maybe there are people out there seeing this who came from places like I did, so they'll be more confident now.

God, I'd never. I'll put on shorts for you but that's all you get, bello.

[mmm yeah this is some prime snuggling real estate. Abbacchio gets cozy, laughing quietly.] Saint. Try telling that to anyone else!

[Ah. That draws some quiet contemplation from Abbacchio, but he does stroke over Avdol's cheek again, following the line of his jaw.] I get it, kind of. Suffice it to say, a lot of families in Italy are pretty religious, and sometimes to an extreme. Kick their kids out because they don't want a gay kid or something.

I won't assume I know what everyone deals with, but it's nice that no one really cares much here.

It's alright. I wasn't trying to one-up anyone by saying some miserable nonsense about a place that neither of us are in right now. But I'm sure there's someone out there who's confused and unsure, and you've helped them. Even if they don't reply.

[He tips his head a little, just enough to press kisses to Abbacchio's fingers, before promptly doing the asshole thing and blowing a gross raspberry against his palm. Ya nasty.] Ha! So, you're a saint. And anyone who disagrees just needs to reread what you've said without bringing pride into it. If being told to shut up because we're talking too much online is our biggest worry here...Then we're all very, very lucky.

[Time to straighten back up then, and pop his back with a loud groan. Fuck, fuck, why did he bend, that shit hurts??? Clearly this means that he has to move around to the front and, mindful of Prince (and her sisters, now relegated to wherever they can grab nearby with the pettiest of beady stares), jam himself right in close to his cloud-haired boyfriend.] You know, my doctor...His hair was silver, too. His eyes weren't as beautiful as yours, though. And his voice wasn't quite so deep as to make me break out in goosebumps sometimes, like yours is. I think I upgraded, really.

No, you're fine. I was just-- relating. Guess it's hard to do that without sounding like we're making it about us.

[GROSS but Abbacchio is laughing anyway because he's not any better. Any Affection is Good Affection in his book when it comes to Avdol.

As soon as Avdol is on the couch and close enough, he's reaching out to grab and pull him close as possible. CRUSHING EMBRACE sorry Prince. The chicken gives a little huff but also she's too cozy to do much about it. He turns his head, giving Avdol a proper kiss now.]

Funny that, pretty sure I upgraded too since the guy in high school was just a meathead anyway. Not that anyone can really match up to you. You're a lot more special than you give yourself credit for.

Ahhh, sorry. Then one person panics about making it sound like it's all about them, which is what I just did, then it spirals out into a 'sorry it's not about me it's okay I want to hear about your experiences ahhhh I'm sorry' cycle. Or maybe that's just me! Either way, it still sounds like a pretty meatheaded move, so...I'm not sure about your upgrade.

[Abbacchio's laughter is infectious, though; love'll do that to ya, apparently, and it's just a damn nice laugh besides, but the point is that Avdol sputters and snorts along even as he fully returns that Big Ol Hug. At least all three of the girls are so used to Mom and Dad being noisy fucks who are nigh-impossible to sit on when together, so Lionel and Michael only shift a little bit before deciding that they don't exactly need to be on high alert for a bit of lovin' up.

Because yeah, it's lovin' up. At least as far as 'one big, loud smooch on the cheek (complete with sound effects)' qualifies as lovin' up. Pretty sure it's within the lines on that one.] I'm not complaining, however! And...I really must have something that I just can't see, because I don't think that you're a settling-for-less kind of man. Especially not now. So perhaps I'm not the worst man alive after all, hm?

And I'm sure there's some wonderful irony in my being with a former policeman. Ah yes, arrest me for being in love with you, Officer! Put me in sexy, sexy jail! [STOP CACKLING YOU HORRID GOBLIN MAN.]

I'm sure about my upgrade! You're fine, you goof.

[The loud smooch just makes him laugh again. Avdol you fucking silly loving man. Abbacchio adores it though and he can't remember the last time he's felt this genuinely happy and comfortable and safe? Fucking crazy.]

What, you want a list on why I think you're incredible? You'd die from embarrassment anyway.

Shit, it's almost a shame I don't have my uniform here. Maybe you'd like that, huh? A man in uniform. [He's gonna just gently pinch Avdol's side, teasing him before kissing his cheek.]

[OH SHIT, read for filth and he can't even deny it, so he doesn't even bother to try; he just squirms and yelps at that little pinch, all theatrics, before nudging his way into the crook of Abbacchio's neck to alternately kiss and raspberry away for a few seconds.

God, it's great being able to just be tactile like this and vent off years of polite distance. The absolute fucking best.] You still being with me is about all the confidence boost I could ever need, so the list is very unnecessary! As is the uniform. As much as I think you'd look far too handsome for me to keep my dignity...

I like the present you far too much. And I don't know if I'm quite prepared for the use of handcuffs yet, to be honest!

[Holy shit, he can't help but laugh at the raspberries against his neck, but he doesn't try to squirm away too hard.] I'd start you off easy. Fuzzy cuffs only.

[He does consider for a minute, then he takes one of Avdol's hands, making sure their fingers are interlinked.]

...Hey. I wanna ask you something, but you can tell me if you don't want to answer.

You don't always seem to feel like you deserve me. I don't even know how to explain to you how bizarre that is as a concept, but-- why do you think that? Me, you know how bad I've fucked up in the past.

[hey uh

so that's a fucking question!!!!!!!!!!]

I! Hm! That's...Hm. Aside from the general fact that no one is actually good enough for you because I'm fairly certain that you're actually some sort of deity trapped in human form?

[There's a very clear mental wrestling match going on here, going by the facial contortion and nervous leg jiggling. Obviously, honesty's a huge thing here, especially after all that Abbacchio's shared, but...] A few things. Mostly little things, really. Nothing you've done, obviously. But I suppose...It just made me feel like my life hasn't ever been my own? I never felt like I was going to have a family of my own, or anything for myself, so having something so good feels...Like it doesn't belong to me, by rights. Like I'm stealing something from someone else who could make good on it.

I thought I'd just follow Mr. Joestar around for the rest of my life, really. I don't have anything to return to.

...Does any of this even make sense? I'm-- I mean, I don't want you to be burdened with my psychological nonsense, ha.

It does, actually.

[He takes a moment to consider how to phrase this.]

So. Kind of like before, I'm gonna try to share my perspective without trying to make it about me. But I think I do get it.

After what happened with my partner, I didn't think I had anything left to live for. Didn't even have much before that. Then, Bucciarati found me. I thought that I'd probably end up following him for the rest of my life. [he kinda technically did but you know] I didn't care what it was. I didn't want to be anywhere else. I didn't think I even deserved that much, but he saw something, I guess. I still don't know if I do.

...That's different now. Obviously. But you don't have to worry about being good enough for me. You are. You're way past that.

Mm...I suppose Mr. Joestar is my Bucciarati to a degree, then; ever since I met him, it's just been 'ah yes, I'm going to help him that's all my future will be'. I just wish that we weren't so alike. I don't want you to know what I'm talking about in any way, but here we are, able to sympathise with each other!

We might not deserve what we have, Leone. We might. But I'll be damned if I'm letting go of it, no matter what I think of myself. And that means that I have to hang onto you whether you like it or not.

[He reaches over and tucks a lock of Abbacchio's hair behind his ear, smiling faintly.] Maybe I'll cuff you to me so our minds can't tear us apart, mm? Fluffy ones, of course.

Better that we sympathize this way than something worse. Trust me on that. [you too could be a depressed wino avdol

He smiles a little, appreciating the fingers through his hair.] Don't worry. I like it. I love it. Lunatia can be kind of shitty sometimes, but I'm generally pretty okay with how things turned out so far. ...I love you.

Black or purple cuffs, for the record. [He turns his head and presses a light kiss to Avdol's lips, grinning at him.]

[OHHHHH SMOOCH OHHHHHHH OHHHH, his gay little heart??? Who needs wine this is the real raw shit in life.] If I have to deal with a half-month of chaos so I can keep being in love with you and having so many friends, then I think I can deal with whatever Lunatia has in store for me. I bet they even have stores where you can buy customised cuffs, so you'd better tell me the finish you want and everything before I go investing!

[Time for more kisses thank you, and a microbraid while he's at it. Might as well help out Agony Aunt Abbacchio while he's here and being a formerly miserable bitch!!!!]

Hey. What's the strangest question you've gotten on one of these posts? Dare I ask?

Leather, otherwise that shit's gonna break. Fur lined inside, preferably. You know, if we're gonna be serious about that. [he has no doubt about the customizable cuffs!]

Grimm asked me why humans have nipples. Which, uh, is actually a fair question, since he's not human himself. [He chuckles and leans a bit into Avdol's fingers working on his hair.] And I don't know why, but it strikes me as weird every time I get asked how do you know you're in love, but I guess there are some pretty young people here.

Oh? I didn't realise there was so much to think about when purchasing bindings, but I wouldn't want to damage anything on you, either...I'd say I could just use Red Bind instead and save chroma, but that wouldn't be as much fun, would it?

[Cue more Chortling as he braids away, careful to take things slowly this time to give them both more time to actually enjoy this.] You know, I'm amazed no one's asked about toenails. Nipples are one thing, but at least they're still useful to one half of the human population. Toenails are useful to exactly no one these days.

And people who ask how one knows if they're in love usually don't need to have the question answered, which is ridiculous when you think about it. I know that having someone to sound off your thoughts against is handy, but...Really? Something like that? Maybe we've just been lucky to feel as we feel and not have to doubt it.

I don't mind a little roughhousing, but cheap bindings is an actual pain I don't really care for. Besides, using Red Bind technically costs you chroma anyway, wouldn't it?

[anyway hell yes bondage in his future, even if it's baby steps. He's trying not to spring the Wild and Weird shit on Avdol even if they've already had furry sex but y'know.]

I don't think toenails are something that even comes across in people's minds. Though it was funny Grimm asked anyway, but I guess I see why. Maybe toenails come off as like shitty claws to him, I dunno.

I guess. It's kind of funny when people ask. But maybe it was a fucking robot for all I know.

[The joys of being a repressed piece of shit; sometimes you just have to throw yourself right the fuck in and see if you like a thing, and that is okay as far as he's concerned.]

Mm, but I can control the v-- actually no, I'm definitely investing in something instead of relying on my own control. I have no doubt that you'll end up distracting me enough that I mightn't keep myself in line enough, and I really don't want to burn someone else I actually love? So cuffs it is. Merry alien Christmas, Leone; prepare to teach me all about how to use them.

[One braid down, another started, gentle tugging as he mulls over what sort of person would have to ask about love like that. Maybe robot is right on the money, huh...] Do you...Hm. I feel bad for people, robot or flesh, who feel uncertain like that. I wish there was a way to help them more, somehow? Or at least help them stop feeling so self-conscious about feelings. What's wrong with being infatuated or having a crush first? Why do things have to be so serious right from the get-go?

I guess it's easy to say that when we have to be so mindful of eating the best parts of the meal first, though.

[That gets a sharp laugh.] As a former officer of the law and a kinky bastard, I'm fully prepared to show you the ropes. No pun intended.

[The little bit of tugging is just kind of nice, even if it's to just braid his hair. Basically, just play with his hair all the fucking time and he'll be happy with that, apparently.] I dunno. Kids being in a rush to be adults or whatever, someone who's actually not used to this shit. Who knows. I've fucked up a lot in my life, but at least I always know how I feel.

Oh dear, ropes next? I've always wanted to research the Japanese art of kinbaku-bi, so I'll just have to dive right in and take my chance, won't I? [STOP SMIRKING THIS IS MEANT TO BE A WHOLESOME AND HELPFUL POST.] But Leone, I have to ask...Would you prefer to be the artist, or the art?

[He kind of already knows the answer, but it's fun to ask questions like that when he actually has the opportunity, and even more fun to ask that sort of thing with a completely serene expression. Ah yes, just doing the bf's hair and asking if he wants to be tied up, no big deal, no sir.] You're not video-talking to one of these children so keen to grow up though, are you? I feel like talking about this would scar them if they can't even let themselves just be grossly in love, ha!

[Another microbraid down! Time to switch to the other side by completely draping himself over Abbacchio's lap and squirming across like a hefty fucking worm, still looking very much pleased with himself.] I find that immensely attractive, just so you know. Your emotional honesty, I mean. Not scarring children. I envy how sure you are, and how open you are about it.

I bet you'd look good all tied up, huh. [HMM HMM yeah he likes that idea, tying up Avdol right where he wants him. It really does please that Sanguis part of him, too. Both ideas are fine, but:] I think I'd like being at your mercy. Whenever you wanted.

[He tips his head into the braiding fingers, braid me harder daddy] Oh I have no idea if they're kids or not. That's on them. [IS IT THOUGH ABBACCHIO.

As Avdol works his way across, he's gonna get grabbed so Abbacchio can kiss him first, a little hard and with teeth, then grins as he lets him go.] I don't care for bullshitting, but it also means I don't always have much tact when it's needed. I'll let everyone else be the diplomatic one.

So we'll keep it thoroughly mutual, then? I like the sound of that; shared artistry and learning filthy, filthy things together. Have you seen ki--

[OHHHHH KISS KISS KISS HELL YEA BABEY, the grin is also 100% mutual even as Avdol sits up and runs his tongue over his teeth to clean any lipstick away. (Only from the teeth. Less fun there.)] --kinbaku-bi in action, I was going to ask, and then you thoroughly destroyed my train of thought. It's a crime scene now!

[Oh yeah babey, more microbraiding; right by the temple this time. As he works away, Avdol can't resist the urge to gently blow against Abbacchio's ear (or where it should be under all that hair) and snicker away.] I guess that leaves me with a mesh of thoughts now. Mostly about how, even though I appreciate your honesty, a little ropework to train some tact into you might be an amusing pastime. Only if you wanted to play along with that excuse, of course; you are perfect as you are.

Never even heard of it, actually. But I'd learn with you.

[Ack, he snorts at the air being blown at his ear. ASSHOLE, but he's smiling anyway, because he likes how playful Avdol gets with him. Fucking adorable.] Good thing I know how to work my way around one, huh?

[He smiles crookedly.] Only you would think I was perfect. [he super ISN'T, but they've argued that point way too many times now] But I'd learn. Why the hell not? Vanilla's nice, but I'd like to see more wild shit from you.

Think of it this way; you're the perfect, ideal Leone Abbacchio. No one else could be Leone like you could. [Another braid down, and he carefully puts it in place so that it's hanging half behind half over Abbacchio's ear. Sure, it'll slither out of place in about three seconds, but for those three seconds, it looks real fuckin' cool. Which is good, because even though he's still grinning away, Avdol's starting to turn red around the ears as he mulls over what he's about to say next. Look, actually going into detail about his weird kinks is

well it's not weird because shit, if he can't talk about this with his boyfriend then who can he discuss it with? But it's still a little embarrassing! It's a blessing that his face isn't in direct view right now, because Avdol could not handle that right now.] And no one else but you would actually want to learn Japanese rope-work with me, heh. I wonder if they have any books on the Lunatian equivalent...And if they have different patterns.

When I first visited Japan, Mr. Joestar thought it'd be hilarious to take me out to a show purely about this sort of thing. He thought I'd get embarrassed and want to leave right away, but it was stunning, so I ended up staying and watching the whole thing. I think that you'd make even my clumsy work look just as beautiful, Leone. And that you'd make me look beautiful, too. [Okay yeah he's only getting more flustered talking about this shit so openly, time to bury his face in Abbacchio's shoulder so he can't be looked at. He doesn't exist right now!!!]

I dunno, I bet Reimi could do a good impersonation at this point. [He smiles sharply at the mental image. It's honestly hilarious when she tries to pitch her voice down. Why the fuck is she so cute. He pauses, looking at Avdol's flustering. OH THIS IS GONNA GET GOOD INNIT.

But instead of outright teasing, Abbacchio is gonna take Avdol's hand, rolling his thumb over his knuckles.] I'll learn. Sounds more intricate than anything I've done, but I'd be into it if you are. [He turns his head, rubbing his cheek over the top of Avdol's head even though he's tryin to hide.] We'll give it a shot, all right?

...Alright. And if it doesn't work out, that's alright; we can try other things together, too. Things that you like, which I'm sure I'll like too.

[A few beats, during which Avdol practically fucking vibrates with nervous energy, before he latches on even tighter in a sudden bear hug. God, what the fuck. He's so boring, what the fuck is Abbacchio doing with him, what bad luck, etc etc.] I'm not exactly good at 'wild shit', though. Why oh why did you get stuck with a man whose sex life was sadly bland beforehand? I'll probably end up asking you to make a list with all of the things you want to test out just so that I don't end up panicking and throwing myself in the deep end?

If the ropework doesn't work out, that is. Ideally...I'd at least get to a skill level where I could recreate my secret favourite part of the performance. One...One of your legs off the ground, tied at the knee and ankle to. Hm. [YOU ARE LITERALLY THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO DESCRIBE THIS HORNY, HORNY POSITION, YOU FUCKING COWARD.]

Anyway, it was a good part. You'll see it one day, hopefully. Mm.

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