[God no, don't break the kiss again, except do because everything sounds twice as good with that voice right now. And really, it means that Avdol can see every reaction, see how his name looks on Abbacchio's lips, see what his orgasm really looks like and it's beautiful, so fucking beautiful that it'd be embarrassing to admit to just how much.
So he shuts up on that front and fucks him through climax, just like Magician's Red strokes him through it in turn. Leave all the proper affection to the actually fluffy one, right? Let the Stand support Abbacchio, press up against his back all heat and skin and down and keep tugging his dick with utmost care, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and beak clacking fondly away. It'll only be for a few moments, anyway--
Then it comes, snowballs completely out of control, and Avdol tips his head back into the couch with a throaty groan, arms cinching around even tighter and crushing them together. Magician's Red puffs his amusement in turn and finally draws away a little in order to give them both some breathing room.
He's still running those needle-tip fingers through the tail, though. Right up until Avdol's hips stop jerking spasmodically and he stops staring blankly at the ceiling, lips mouthing 'Leone' over and over; then it's clearly time to disappear, because it's some feelings shit or something.]
Did that...Help, any? [Avdol's hair is completely fucked by now, just like the rest of him, but at least he looks pretty fucking happy with himself. Or happy with Abbacchio. Actually, the latter's probably it because he's practically glowing contentedly right now.]
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So he shuts up on that front and fucks him through climax, just like Magician's Red strokes him through it in turn. Leave all the proper affection to the actually fluffy one, right? Let the Stand support Abbacchio, press up against his back all heat and skin and down and keep tugging his dick with utmost care, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and beak clacking fondly away. It'll only be for a few moments, anyway--
Then it comes, snowballs completely out of control, and Avdol tips his head back into the couch with a throaty groan, arms cinching around even tighter and crushing them together. Magician's Red puffs his amusement in turn and finally draws away a little in order to give them both some breathing room.
He's still running those needle-tip fingers through the tail, though. Right up until Avdol's hips stop jerking spasmodically and he stops staring blankly at the ceiling, lips mouthing 'Leone' over and over; then it's clearly time to disappear, because it's some feelings shit or something.]
Did that...Help, any? [Avdol's hair is completely fucked by now, just like the rest of him, but at least he looks pretty fucking happy with himself. Or happy with Abbacchio. Actually, the latter's probably it because he's practically glowing contentedly right now.]