[Clearly compromise is what they both need for the moment, and Avdol's doing his best to get there. A little aggressive prep in exchange for his inability to actually fuck anyone rough, a little scratching the itch Abbacchio has for this sort of thing and a little soft banter. Everyone wins, right? He's definitely fucking winning right now, toes curling against the floor and fingers unrelentingly working-- unrelentingly--]

...Cramp. [And it hurts too, hand spasming even as he slowly pulls his fingers out and tries to shake the pain away. At least he's able to chuckle over it because yeah, of course something like this would happen to him, right?] Anyway, if...Leone, if we go further, I'm sorry. I'm going to 'be nice' about it. I'm going to want to look you in the eye the whole time.

[Case in point; his clean, non-cramped hand slipslides its way up Abbacchio's side, gentle over his clavicles and throat until it cups his jaw. There's no savage tugging or pulling, but there's enough pressure applied that the cue's hopefully obvious. And even if it is, well.] If we do this, I want to see your face as it happens. Is that alright?

[Finally, the cramp's eased up enough that the hand in question can slowly, pointedly nudge Abbacchio's hips back down, right up until his cock's nestled neatly against it once more. No further until he gets his due answer, though.]