prismatica | SEX ED PART 2 THE RECKONING

[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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You're such a dork sometimes.

[Slipping his arms around Avdol in return, he turns his head and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Lipstick everywhere motherfucker!] Look. For better or for worse, I've tried a bunch of shit, and it wasn't at the best time of my life. It-- you know. When we first fucked, you said you wanted to be nice to me because you liked me. You wanted to watch me. I dunno, that meant more to me than anything crazy I've done in the past, okay? I'm always gonna want to try shit with you, just not at the expense of what you're comfortable with.

[And he can definitely imagine that part easily, you horny bastard. Abbacchio smiles crookedly against him.] And hey, we can try that too. If rope work doesn't work out, there's always leather straps.

[YES KING FUCK HIS FACE THE ENTIRE WAY UPPPPP. Against the familiar faint presence of a big ol' kiss print on his face, Avdol's embarrassment doesn't stand a chance; it devolves into bright sheepishness, complete with a huff-snort of laughter and an attempt to return the kiss in full! No debts here, only affection, final destination.]

Did I say that? That doesn't sound like me...Don't worry, though. I promise if I'm actually not alright with anything, I'll let you know; it'd be unfair to pretend that I'm enjoying something if I'm not, and I know you'd tell me upfront too. What's the point of having sex if you can't unwind together, in whatever way works for you both?

[ANOTHER KISS. AND ANOTHER ONE. When will smooches cease!?] Mmm, leather straps might lack the artistic appeal, but they'd get the job done, wouldn't they? I guess we could always try that. Ooooh Leone, what if I tied your hands up out of the road and-- [Yet another kiss-- ah shit, nope, we're not counting them all out because they practically punctuate every other word now.] --kissed you everywhere? The possibilities are endless, and making you happy without you having to do a thing would be the pinnacle of my artistic capability, I think.

What, you being affectionate and sweet with me? Yeah, definitely doesn't sound like you at all! [Fuck yes, he's going to take those kisses!!] Just, you know, I want to try shit with you. But I'm counting on you to be honest with me.

[LACK THE ARTISTIC APPEAL he says, what a weeaboo. But he supposes he sort of understands, the rope work sounds more intricate than the simplicity of leather.] Yeah? [Gonna just give more kisses! Lipstick is everywhere man but Avdol's probably used to that by now.] Could also tie you up and just ride you. Fuck that'd be fun.

Or just kisses. I like that too.

[OH FUCK OH SHIT THERE IS A FUCKING IMAGE. Horny tolerance levels: reducing. Visual Embarrassment: leaking out via the faint strain in his smile, positive and sheepish though it might be.] Please, Leone. Do you really think that I could hide anything from you, even if I wanted to? Especially if it related to something as trust-based as bondage?

[Okay, Avdol needs a miniature reset; he runs one hand down his face and chuckles softly like he's still not stuck on the image Abbacchio so nonchalantly gave him.] Now you know something I'd like to try, so what's on your dream list? I'll yea or nay it, don't worry. And I'm absolutely going to do my best to taunt you with words like you've just done, if that makes you feel better.

[The most flustered Avdol looks, the more Abbacchio has a shit-eating grin. He's not sorry at all!! Awful!] I just don't want you to put up with something just because you'd think it'd make me happy. That's all I'm saying.

[Oh. Well, the question makes him consider for a minute, and he just kind of casually turns his head and sniffs Avdol's hair like it's normal. Sanguis, man.]

There's shit I want to try with you, specifically. Kinda wanted to try fisting, though. [JUST. GO ALL THE WAY. JUST MAKE IT WEIRD.]

[HOPE YOUR FACE IS PREPARED FOR THE BIGGEST SHIT-EATING GRIN EVER THEN, ABBACCHIO. BECAUSE WHEW LORD, IT'S TIME FOR INCINERATION.

Okay not really, it's more just. Avdol looking at his hands. Then holding one up and clenching it into a fist. Then looking at Abbacchio with raised eyebrows. No amount of hair-sniffing is going to distract him from this concept.]

Are you sure. You're not just teasing me, are you? I mean, I'll try it for you, but I can't deny that the dimensions seem a little awkward at least. Though...I suppose it's really just extended fingering, which I don't mind the idea of doing with you at all...

But still. [Another pointed look at his balled fist.] I just want you to consider what you're asking of yourself first.

I mean. It wouldn't be fast or anything. It'd probably take a lot of time. [Granted... hoo boy, Avdol's hands are PRETTY BIG aren't they.] I mean, we can also just see how many you can get in there anyway. Not saying to jam your whole damned hand all at once, just see what we can do.

What, you can't even roast me about that?

Naturally. I'd rather not just punch your entire digestive system into disarray, thank you. [Point made, fist unclenched.] Noooor did I even think of roasting you for a sincere request.

What, do you want me to try and cook something up? I can't promise quality on this one.

[A beat, during which Avdol mulls something Very Important over, before:] Who knows? We could even combine this, if we get confident enough. Ankles around your ears while I'm wrist-deep in you. That's true multi-tasking.

Guess I just expected more teasing and not you being so worried, but I should have anticipated you getting this way. [And he sounds fond rather than irritated, so it's all good on that front.]

I like that mental image a lot. [Tender kiss on the cheek.] Accommodate for both of us.

You asked me in all seriousness to try and work my entire hand inside your orifices, Leone. Do you really think that I don't take the idea of risking perforating things never meant to be perforated incredibly seriously.

[HE'D TEASE IF THERE WASN'T SO MUCH FUCKING DANGER at least in his paranoid mind. Like oh, great, Leone Abbacchio Has Actually Died From Being Fisted By His Loving Boyfriend, what a fucking headline, what a way to go, he could never actually allow that to happen but the thought of anything going wrong whatsoever is so fucking terrifying??

He's really doing his best to calm his titties, though. Absolutely. And the kiss helps a lot, as does Abbacchio's general reaction, which is the complete opposite of Avdol's lingering panic. What would he do without his chill goth bitch, honestly? Whose cheeks would he tug at with equally affectionate exasperation? WHO.] Though I'll be honest, I'm starting to think that we should both come up with back-up ideas for 'wild shit to try in bed', just in case either of our current ideas ends up being too much.

[Finally, he chills the fuck out enough to get back into mischievous territory, going by the way he rubs their cheeks together and actually smiles.] For example, thoughts on Magician's Red getting involved, one time? However you'd like, naturally. Slightly less internal damage to be involved on that one.

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