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[AW YES GOTH TITTIES JUST RIGHT ON OUT THERE, FUCKIN' MINT. Before he can actually play them like a drum, however, Avdol's instead getting nudged backwards and hey, that's not a bad idea at all so he rolls with that instead. Maybe the way he half-stumbles back onto the couch isn't the most attractive, but fuck it; he's got other things to focus on that are more important than his public image.

Like sliding one hand up Abbacchio's thigh, careful careful, thumb tracing along the inner seam. Like cinching the other hand around to firmly rub at the base of his tail, fingers combing through that sleek fur with utmost affection. It's gross, really.]

I like you too, Leone. [...N O R O M O, O K A Y. But really, he's very much fond of him. What's not to like? There's something innately charming about Abbacchio, something terribly real and refreshing that Avdol can't help but enjoy being around. Is all that friendly affection culminating in a slightly clumsy attempt at a handjob? You bet it is. It's really, really fucking difficult to maintain eye contact while you're trying to palm your buddy's dick through his really nice, probably designer pants, but that is exactly what Avdol's doing.

Do not bring up his slowly increasing body temperature or he will actually implode. He's doing his best to fight the encroaching embarrassment off, worrying at his bottom lip as he watches for a reaction, before finally mumbling--]

...It's been a while since I was with a man, though. You'll have to forgive the rust.

[There's the briefest pang of guilt, because he feels like Avdol really fucking shouldn't like him at all, but then it's not as if he knows any better. But he feels too selfish to throw that away just yet, so he skips that particular part about himself right over. Gonna just stash that away right fucking now for later!!

He hums, squirming a little at the hands touching him. Both are nice, and he isn't shy about showing his approval.

It does occur to him that Avdol is getting warm. Like, really damned warm? But he isn't complaining and if anything it makes him shift closer to drape his arms around Avdol's shoulders.]

Hey, it's all right.

[Slowly, his clawed fingers rake through Avdol's hair, loving the sensation of it.]

I like it a lot so far. [He gives an encouraging little rock of his hips, pressing his cock into Avdol's hand.] If you want me to lead for awhile, that's fine.

[Thankfully, all that portable heater bullshit does not result in Avdol becoming a sweaty mess. Holy shit, a Jojo isn't sweating. Fucking miracles, really. Even more miracles; he eases up on the obvious fretting because hey, good reaction. Good reaction, reassuring, no laughter, claws in his hair sending goosebumps down his spine; how could he not turn into a contented, molten lump?]

What? No, no; I'm here to help you, not make you do all the work. I just-- It felt fair to give you due warning, that's all. And if you're enjoying yourself so far...Then I'm doing alright. [Snorting softly, he tips his chin upwards to try and snag yet another kiss; as far as he's concerned, there's still way too much lipstick on Abbacchio's mouth, and not enough on his.

After a few more pointed tail rubs, Avdol reluctantly pulls his hand away for something slightly more important right now; further clothing removal. What, like he's going to let those fancy slacks get messed up on his watch? Fuck no. It takes a little finangling, especially at their current angles, but he steadily works away until everything's low enough for Abbacchio's cock to be duly freed. (Besides, if Avdol focuses on everything but himself, maybe they can both ignore his own half-mast boner because whew, it's so not about his dick right now.)

And then, finally, those thick, callused fingers wrap around the shaft and start stroking. If it wasn't for the faint smirk on Avdol's idiot face, one might think that the slow pace was purely because he seems inclined to generally take things slow. But nope. It's almost painfully slow, blatant teasing just to see whether he can keep Abbacchio's goodwill right now. At least he makes sure to roll the pad of his thumb over the tip for a lot longer than a normal handjob would entail, as compensation. Definitely butts his head against those claws in clear appreciation too, just to sweeten the pot.

But hey. Now that he's done embarrassing himself, clearly it's time to get back to being an asshole and having a good time with his buddy here. His very beautiful pal who has definitely given him a boner and made it hard to keep his breathing under control. Yep.]

[The kiss is gladly given, Abbacchio humming quietly into it, practically melting against Avdol. With Polnareff, it'd been fast and messy, which is all fun and everything, but this is pleasantly slow and sweet. It's been ages since the last time he'd been treated like this honestly.]

Ah, fuck. [He breathes out the words against Avdol's mouth before kissing him again, nipping his lower lip.] You're a big tease, huh.

[Slowly, he drags his claws through Avdol's hair again, enjoying the sensation almost as much as Avdol himself seems to like it. Impatiently, he jerks his hips, trying to grind his dick against Avdol's hand.]

Come on. [Turning his head, he bites at the top of Avdol's ear.] Lemme see what you're packing.

[Ah, this is the best part about taking things slow and being a useless smush in the sack; feeling Abbacchio just melt like that, responding so positively to it all, is a reward in its own right. His smile grows wider now, eyes crinkling at the corners as he slowly pulls his head back, lip tug-tug-tugged until it pops free.]

This is about helping you, Leone. But if you want me to undress, I guess I can oblige for your sake. [So Avdol stops teasing. And by stops teasing, I mean he just straight up pulls his hands free; needs those bad boys to roll down his leggings, after all. Pretty sure no man alive has ever looked so damn pleased with himself and life in general while he's wiggling out of some black leggings like Avdol does right now, though. Hard not to be happy with life right now; he's alive, he's currently fucking someone he likes a fair bit for the sake of saving the world, and every inch of scalp that Abbacchio's claws cover has him sighing and huffing in languid satisfaction.

At last, he stops squirming and tugs Abbacchio's hips back down again; the why's not exactly hard to miss when it tucks neatly against his ass, hot and thick and definitely hard by now. There's not even a trace of embarrassment on Avdol's face, either; this is just how things turned out, and that's fine by him.]

...You're not taking it dry, though. And-- you don't self-lubricate like I do during Iris, I take it? [I mean, who said anything about taking anything, jesus.]

[He admonishes himself for it, but he does really think that Avdol has a ridiculously warm smile. But then, he kind of always does, even when he's being a teasing prick, but that's also just him. He's just-- really nice, and impossible to really get angry at, at least in Abbacchio's case. And he likes that. Feeling calm around someone is so fucking rare for him. It's different than when he's in Reimi's company, or when he could give himself to following Bruno's lead, but nonetheless it's still there.]

Yeah, and maybe having your dick out will help me.

[And he likes the look of it, he really does. Abbacchio downright purrs, he finds himself pulled back down and-- yeah. Yeah, he wants that. He rolls his hips back, slowly letting it rub against the cleft of his ass.]

Holy shit, you self-lubricate on Iris. [He's going to TRY to remember that.] S'fine, I have lube. Let me, uh. [And he's definitely going to cheat, summoning Moody Blues to just get that out of the bedroom!] Getting it.

Mm? That's why I try to stay indoors when it's Iris; imagine going about your day except suddenly the elderly greengrocer you're buying vegetables from looks like the perfect person to lay you seven ways to Sunday, and you end up getting very uncomfortably wet for the next few hours. I have no envy for women if this is at all how it works.

[That's the worst joke ever, and he knows it, lets out a breathless chuckle that hitches as he moves for more of that friction. Fuck, this is nice. He wouldn't quite be satisfied if things stopped here, but damn if he also wouldn't complain.] I'm a little jealous of you, though. Cordis seems like it's far more enjoyable from where I'm sitting. Or is that just because you wear it so well? I wonder.

[Quickly, before Moody Blues finishes the fabled lube hunt, Avdol gets to squirming out of his overcoat (which proceeds to bunch uncomfortably between his shoulder blades), then starts pulling his shirt up. Maybe it's not quite painfully hot yet, but it's getting there for him, and besides; there's some small, greedy part of him that wants to see if Abbacchio actually wasn't fibbing about liking a bit of body hair. This is what you get, pal; this is the full deal, tightly-curled hair thatched over his big ol' titties and trailing down his stomach, baby muscle dadbod.

Either way, the shirt ends up getting unceremoniously thrown off to the side and he returns his full attentions to the gorgeous, fae-looking motherfucker currently half-hotdogging his cock. God, maybe it's the angle or-- don't Cordis have pheromones, is it pheromones? He can't smell anything different but there's something sending his pulse rocketing just for looking at Abbacchio and it shows on his face. Bro, what the hell bro, why are you so beautiful and fucking some rough Egyptian dude, c'mon.]

[It's a shitty joke but he's laughing quietly anyway. God, it sounds like a mixed bag, but ultimately he really can't bitch about Cordis in comparison. At least his State of Horny is something he feels like he has moderate control over.]

It's the tail, I bet. You seem to like it so much.

[Honestly, he has no problem with the curls of hair on Avdol. He gives it a curious look, then slowly drags his claws over Avdol's chest, brushing through the hair. Not everyone can have the hairless life, but he does like the look of it on Avdol. Absently, he traces a senseless pattern on Avdol's chest as Moody Blues returns.]

You're so fucking hot. [And he says it fondly, genuinely appreciating the other man's body.] You wanna work me open, Mohammed? Make me feel good?

[SERIOUSLY THOUGH, Avdol 100% snorts at the 'you're so fucking hot' line. Bet your ass he is, bucko. He's Lavaman up in this bitch-- oh hey Moody Blues, thank you for being a lube-fetching angel with a godly ass, amen. One hand: outstretched to receive Key Item: 1 Bottle of Lubricant! Even as he methodically lubes up his fingers, he's puffing, halfway built up to a chuckle. Maybe that's just some steam engine mimicry. Maybe he's just enjoying all this gentle clawing. Maybe it's all of the above!]

Please, you say that like I don't like all of you quite a lot. ...The tail does help your case, though. So do the claws. [Key Item: 1 Bottle of Lubricant gets discarded to the side in favour of the obvious; slick digits wrap around Abbacchio's cock once more for one or two lazy pumps, before sliding down over his balls. Something in his eyes sharpens, almost hyperfocusing as he gently rolls each sac between his fingers.]

Honestly, though? That's all I want right now; to make you feel good. [Well, mostly. 95% of what he wants right now is for Abbacchio to just feel great and have a great time, and that's enough margin for him to round up. Sure, the other 10% is absolutely a feral compulsion to be selfish, but that ain't why he's here at all, no sir. More hyperfocus as he faintly smirks, hungry for approval, and his fingers slip even further down between those pale thighs. Slowly slowly carefully carefully, and then-- his free hand, duly settled somewhere in the hip area, suddenly snaps Abbacchio's hips forward. Can't go cramping now, after all; this angle saves on stretching his arm, his wrist (just a little), makes it so that his fingers are now pretty firmly where his cock was previously resting.

A tragedy, but one that'll be fixed soon enough. Without further ado, he finally gets down to fingering business, smirk growing more pronounced and breath coming just a little harder through his nose.] I'm clearly not making you feel good enough yet, though. Not if you can afford to mouth off at me, hm? [And that's one finger inside without any real warning, curling sharply to try and wring out something.]

Hha, fuck-- [Not that he wasn't expecting the hand on his dick, but Avdol is literally so damned warm that it's pleasantly jarring. His hips jerk into the slow strokes, chasing after how slick and warm it is until it's suddenly gone, reaching gently and teasing his balls.]

You're off to a good start-- ah. You don't have to be so gentle, I'm not delicate. [And honestly there's a part of him that doesn't even know what to do with how nice he's being treated. Fucking is just usually hard and fast, either he's the one doing it because it's expected of him or he just takes it and it's a great distraction.

He almost kind of misses how nearly Avdol's cock almost settled against the cleft of his ass, but shit he won't complain when he's yanked closer and-- fuck that's better, that's so much better, he moans and presses down against the finger pushing in.] Like that.

[Abbacchio leans in, mouthing messily against Avdol's throat, biting lightly. His hands go back up to his hair, claws raking through and lightly scratching.]

I know you're not. [His mouth's open to say more dumb shit, but Abbacchio puts the kibosh on that quick smart with his claws and teeth; there's a moment of unfocused, slack acquiescence, hand twitching, before Avdol's back in proper control of his skin-coated mecha. God, that moan goes straight to his dick too; what's not to love about hearing what a good job you're doing? As much as he wants to examine the deeper implications of all this, be disappointed at how apparently uncomfortable Abbacchio is with something a little slower, Avdol just can't manage that sort of depressing multitasking right now.

Maybe later, when he's not rumbling his approval somewhere deep in his throat. When he's not absolutely fucking melting into the couch, goosebumps prickling all over his torso. Probably when he's not struggling to not buck his hips in sympathy as he starts fingerfucking Abbacchio in earnest, god how he wants his dick inside him instead. Soon, soon, one finger for a few more seconds and then two, a little clumsy with enthusiasm as they stretch and curl and thrust, and finally Avdol finishes his train of thought.] Maybe some of us just like taki-- oh, shit your teeth feel good--

[Deep breath, eyes open, don't think about the lipstick smears or you'll lose it far too early.] Maybe, Leone, I wanted to be gentle because I like you? Just like why, mm. Why I came over in the first place? [And he has the fucking gall to keep smirking as he says that, even if it's slightly less cocky and more playful this time around.]

[It's easier when it's fast and hard, but that's not how Avdol operates. He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to dwell on anything, but he has almost no idea what to do with something affectionate.

Don't think too hard about this, don't read into, don't--

Thankfully he can focus for a minute on the stretch of two fingers now, and he groans hungrily, squirming in Avdol's lap, squeezing around his fingers and encouraging as much as Avdol will give him.]

Told you-- you're too nice. [He drags his mouth down to Avdol's shoulder, biting and sucking as his skin, leaving streaks of black.]

[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.]

[The mention of the cramp makes him laugh breathlessly, and he probably shouldn't but he appreciates that Avdol put in so much effort to the point of an aching hand.

But here he is also, making this sweet and he doesn't know what to do with it. Not to say that all of his other partners weren't capable of being fair gentlemen, but there's an undeniable utter warmth to Avdol, his Stand aside. He can't look away, even though he instinctively wants to, because he doesn't know how to deal. His throat is dry, but he nods.]

Yeah. I don't think you could be anything else. [Wait, hang on--] I don't want you to be anything but you, so it's fine.

[Right, okay, that's definitely his dick against his ass again. It's still hot, and he definitely wants that. Abbacchio slides his arms a little tighter around Avdol's shoulders.]

Like this. All right?

[And some consideration with the hand on his jaw, he leans in, pressing his lips to Avdol's. No biting, nothing filthy -- it's softer, less demanding.]

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[Sorry buddy, he tried to keep it even keel but nope. Nope, this is just how it's going to be; wait until Iris and then it might get rough, but until then this is all Avdol has. His smirk's been completely transformed into a warm, mushy little smile as he looks up at Abbacchio, blatantly searching his face for something (that he finds after a few seconds, going by the way his mouth quirks up a little more at the corners).]

...Thank you. You're...Way too good to me. [Yet again, his mouth juuuust starts forming a syllable that doesn't quite make it out before it's otherwise occupied with far more important business. What the fuck, man. Here Avdol is, preparing to stick it in and all, and then he's just melting again because hhhhhhhhhhh this kiss is so fucking sweet, Abbacchio is so sweet even if he doesn't realise it himself. There's a beat wherein Avdol just sits there half on autopilot below the neck, struggling to keep his eyes open because he'd rather just focus on the simple pleasure of kissing, but. But.

Compromise. Abbacchio's reaching out to him, meeting what he likes, so it's his turn to repay it as best he can. A little more manoeuvring so that his cock pointedly rubs against Abbacchio's ass, a little warning, and then he starts guiding it in with both hands. Sure, it's still slow, but there's no pausing, no shallow test thrusts like he might normally go for; if Abbacchio doesn't want him to keep going until he bottoms out, then he'll let him know. (And really, he's not sure he could stop himself long enough to be as considerate as he'd like.)]

[It's the other way around, he wants to say. Avdol is the one way too fucking good to him, funny and kind and warm. What the hell did he do to even get him to agree to this?

But no words, just kissing and the increasing pressure of Avdol spreading him open, his dick just sliding in further and further without pause and it feels so fucking good. Eventually, he has to break the kiss to groan against Avdol's lips, sucking in air. He could stop him, he thinks; Avdol would slow down if he told him to, but he doesn't want that.]

Hha, shit. [He presses his forehead to Avdol's when he finally takes him to the hilt.] Fuck, yeah-- good. You feel good.

[The magic of asking for fuckbuddies on the network, apparently; sometimes it works out just right, and you end up having kind of mushy sex with that one guy you know who smells too much like incense without realising it.

But shit, hopefully it's as worth it for Abbacchio as it is for said incense man. Even without the whole 'not having been inside anyone for probably actual years' bit, it's just...Of course he's enjoying everything twice as much for who he's fucking, as well as the how of it. More and more reminders of what's so fucking good about being alive together, intense body heat and lubricant wet against his abdomen, panting against each other's mouths, who would want to die after this?

Without thinking, Avdol digs his fingers in just a little tighter, just holds their hips flush together for a few seconds to let everything really sink in.] 's my line, Leone...You, mm. Feel great. [And he's trying so fucking hard to not just kiss Abbacchio all over, wherever he can reach, because it's really nice just as they are. Besides, now he can get a great view of what'll happen when he finally draws his hips back down, and who would give that up?]

[A soft hiss escapes him again as he feels Avdol start to slide out. Fuck, fuck, okay, god he's so warm. His claws curl into Avdol's hair, dragging through, not wanting to really knead at his skin like a rudeass cat no sir.]

Mm. Fuck. [There's the temptation to squirm back down, get his cock back inside, but he wants to be good and let Avdol get a good look, so. So.

He reaches down and grabs onto one of Avdol's hands, prying it from his hip so he can plant it against his chest. That's right, he wants you to grab onto a titty, bud.]

[It's a little vain, maybe, but it's absolutely worth it to look away from Abbacchio's face for just a few seconds, just to see what it looks like pulling out of him. Thankfully, the vanity doesn't last for too long; watching his expressions is a lot more fulfilling anyway, and allows for better scalp-scratching at that angle. Avdol sighs through his nose, smile loose and warm, and

tit grab?

Okay, sure, he can definitely roll with this, touching is always a bonus far as he's concerned. He pushes back in a little faster, ducking in for another kiss (bordering on a little messy, but sue him if he's kissing more passionately) and absolutely squeezing some tit as requested. If Abbacchio's not going to knead like a rudeass cat, then fuckin' oath Avdol will. Just without the claws. And hopefully without the rudeness because hey, he has explicit tit permission?

Priority's still fucking, though. All of him is anchored through his hands, half-dragging Abbacchio's ass down as he rolls up, squeezing and splaying over his chest to try and pretend that he could feel a heartbeat even when he's so distracted by everything. It's one big, hot cocoon of moonlacing and disgustingly genuine want and shit, if sex could always be like this then he might just stop being such a prude.]

[It's still slow, slower than he's used to, but he focuses hard instead on how fucking good he feels, how greedily he wants more. There's a sigh of satisfaction in getting Avdol's hand on his chest, squeezing, and he meets him for the kiss. He presses his tongue against Avdol's lips, groaning against him, waiting--

There we go, he's sinking back down, letting out a satisfied growl against Avdol's mouth. One hand stays in Avdol's hair, the other cupping his cheek, working more insistently into the kiss. He only pulls away from it so he can start nibbling on his ear now that his crazy earringnecklace hybrid isn't there.

God this is so nice, nicer than he deserves, but he's just going to take whatever Avdol gives him right. He squirms a moment before he's lifting up his hips, then works his way back down with a sigh.]

[There's absolutely no resistance to that tongue whatsoever; Avdol hums tunelessly through his nose as he parts his lips around it, deepens the kiss until their teeth click together. Even if it doesn't last long enough for his liking, it's still wonderful, feeds the coiling hot want in his belly in a way that every other kiss hasn't quite managed. Then Abbacchio's mouth is on his ear instead, and that's-- that's still pretty fucking good, makes him squirm a little and really dig his fingers in, bordering on perhaps a little too hard. Maybe he shouldn't talk, because the noise is enough for him, but--]

--good, you're...[He's so fucking bad at this dirty talk shit, help.] ...You're so good, Leone.

[It's a little (a lot) embarrassing to say shit like that when he's balls deep in Abbacchio, like it's not already obvious that this is good, that he's good and Avdol cares about him a lot, but fuck it. Why not, right? Why not murmur it through breathless moans and the persistent sound of skin on skin as he moves faster, bit by bit? Fuck yeah it's good, he's trying so hard to not be rough but it's just slowly amping up there all the same (at least by Avdol Standards) purely because Leone Abbacchio is gorgeous and knows just what buttons to press.]

[The fingers digging in bite just enough into his skin that he honestly likes it, groaning, grinding back down against Avdol when he feels him drawing back to thrust back in. It's still slower than he's used to, but he's minding less and less the more they go.

He smiles crookedly against Avdol's ear, giving his lobe another sharp nip.]

You feel fucking perfect.

[His lips drag over Avdol's cheek and he's kissing him again, keeping his mouth open and encouraging while he breathes heavily through his nose. A bit of squirming and he's reaching down between their bodies so he can start jerking himself off, casual and trying to follow along their pace.]

[GOD WHAT DOES HE FUCKING SAY TO THAT. Sure it's probably definitely more commentary on his dick, but wow, Avdol is still whacked in the heart again. How the fuck do you do it, Abbacchio. Stop that shit, it just makes him look completely gobsmacked for a second which isn't sexy at all!! THIS IS WHY HE CAN'T HAVE CASUAL SEX HE TAKES IT ALL PERSONALLY.

He's still trying to just look Abbacchio in the eye and work through his feelings when they're kissing all over again, and that really helps with not thinking himself into a frenzy. Can't overthink shit when his tongue's slipsliding into Abbacchio's mouth like it belongs there, when he can feel knuckles against his torso and the image of what's happening only spurs his arousal on more, makes him groan uselessly into the kiss as his hips start moving slightly off-beat. Fuck, if he comes first he's going to die of embarrassment for being so selfish, can barely keep his hips moving to any sort of rhythm now; both hands slide up for a proper embrace (small of the back and between the shoulder blades respectively), and a third, equally warm hand starts gently raking through all the fur on that poor, neglected tail.

Poor Magician's Red. The shit he has to do. In fact, after a few seconds of that, he reaches between them just to wrap his free hand over Abbacchio's and tug his cock juuuust a little faster (though thankfully still on beat, since somebody can't keep time when he's about to come).]

[The third hand is surprising at first, but the concern quickly goes away because oh yeah Stands are a thing. Magician's Red is wonderfully warm, his nails brushing into the fur of his tail nicely; there's the weird instinct to arch up his hips toward his hand but he can't really move much since he's getting taken to pound town right now, but either way it feels incredible.]

Ah fuck. [The words are groaned as his lips barely break away from Avdol's, his breathing coming in harder as he gets the help in jerking off while he rides the other man. The faster pace is good, better with the helping hand, bless you Magician's Red you good chicken.]

Mohammed--

[It feels like getting hit out of nowhere, the sudden snap from tension when he comes. It definitely doesn't hurt that the spare hands and warmth contribute, pushing him closer to coming. When he comes, he's trying to press closer to Avdol, though that's kind of impossible. His hips jerk, squirming, and he's definitely making a mess against both of their stomachs, sorry not sorry.]

[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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