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[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.]

[Honestly, all he can think of is how fucking gorgeous Avdol looks like this, pulling him closer and coming and it's so hot everywhere, inside and out. He can still feel the warmth of Magician's Red at his back, Avdol's strong arms around him. He can't remember the last time he'd felt this calm and pleasant, like all of his tension's been sucked away. It's not like it's the first time he's fucked in this place, but maybe Avdol just makes him feel that way.

Yep, that's some dangerous thinking, but he's going to put that in the back of his mind. Better not think about it.

He leans forward, slowly working his claws through Avdol's hair. At the question, he grins crookedly, stealing another kiss, breathless.]

Felt fucking great.

Good for you too?

[And that's the magic of slow fucking, buddy. No tension, not as many sore muscles, just two people grinning at each other like dipshits because they had a goodass time. Good ass time. Both. In fact, Avdol's pretty much boneless below the arms right now; all he can do is keep on hanging onto Abbacchio like a life preserver, so that he doesn't just melt completely off the couch and onto the floor.]

No, it was awful. [Slowly, he squirms his way back up a little more and dots languid, nibbling kisses wherever he can reach (mostly throat-level), humming and cooing his appreciation as his head tips from side to side.] I don't think anyone's put up with me slowing things down quite so well as you have, ha.

You don't have a bath here, do you? [Because what's better than a lazy post-coital bubble bath or something, right? ...Especially when he's suddenly very aware that he didn't pull out like he absolutely meant to, to spare Abbacchio the mess. Ah well, no changing the past. Only kisses now so he doesn't have to think about moving or getting dressed or anything other than Abbacchio in his lap, smiling only at him and absolutely crushing his dignity into pieces.]

[Another little quiet laugh, and he's tipping his chin to let Avdol get to wherever he wants. His claws keep stroking through Avdol's hair, not that it does much to straighten it out but he likes the feeling of it. And of course he could tell that Avdol enjoyed it too.]

Nah you're gonna have to walk back just like this. [Sassery aside, Abbacchio leans down and steals Another Kiss, yeah boy.] I can get it started, hang on.

[Sorry Moody Blues, you're kind of the task boy, but at the same time he's probably delighted to help make Abbacchio's night. So, off he goes, and the distant sound of running water in the tub can be heard.]

[Ohhhhh kiss first, what the fuck he's so spoilt with all these kisses, his whole face crinkles with happiness before he manages to get a bit of sass in return.] Mh-- What, walk back with you still hanging on? I think I could manage that, to be honest. But I did make a mess of you, so it's only fair that I tidy it up.

[WAIT HANG ON-- leaning to one side, Avdol cups a hand around his mouth and calls out after poor Bitch Boy Moody Blues:] Thank you, Moody Blues! You're the best Stand I've ever met!!

...I figure that he's due some appreciation for making tonight go so much more smoothly. Where would we be without lubricant and hot water, hm? [Not that he's actually thinkin' about that right now when he's too busy running a hand up Abbacchio's side, over his neck, fingertips tracing his jaw and cheekbone and the shell of his ear.] ...You probably hear this a lot, I know, but I'm adding to the masses. You're beautiful, Leone.

[That almost makes him choke at the mental image, but he laughs against Avdol anyway.]

He's-- he tries to take care of me, when I bring him out without using him for his ability. [Which is something he belatedly realizes that he never really explained to Avdol but hey now's not a great time, still got a dude's dick in his ass.

The touching is nice, but the sweet compliment is nicer. God, when did he ever get bashful about this kind of shit? He's heard way raunchier things thrown in his direction but Avdol is being so damned nice. He places his hand over Avdol's.]

Not in the way you say it. [He turns his head and plants a kiss into Avdol's palm.] Thanks. I know you mean it.

[Which is really why it's kind of flustering??]

[Oh god what the fuck that's so cute, Avdol's heart grows about 5 sizes bigger for this Moody Blues trivia. WHAT A GOOD STAND...What a great Stand, stepping in when he and Reimi can't be around.

Thankfully, Avdol does not say any of these thoughts. Mostly because it'd probably ruin like, everything right now, but also because the reaction Abbacchio's giving him for a simple, honest compliment is somehow both heartbreaking and also cute in one, and honestly he's going to die of a heart attack soon probably. There's no holding it in, he's absolutely going to pull him down for indiscriminate face kisses to vent some of these Fucking Emotions.]

I do. I think that you're beautiful, and Moody Blues is beautiful, and also that the bath should be about ready by now, if you're game enough to get up. I'd offer to carry you, but... [A helpless shrug, punctuated by a wink.] You know. Someone might've worn me out quite a lot, and I'm not sure that I could trust myself to use my arms correctly.

[Another airy laugh escapes Abbacchio, and he presses his forehead against Avdol's.] Yeah, that's pretty fair. Mm, hang on.

[The water stops running, and Moody Blues is returning, presumably to just merge back into Abbacchio. But apparently! There is a pit stop! Because Moody Blues is going to lean over the couch and give an affectionate rub of his cheek against Avdol's head before he's going back to Where All Stands Go. It's really fucking cute and also intensely embarrassing for Abbacchio, so he's going to just try to play it cool.

Which is also a bit hard to do when he's starting to lift himself off of Avdol's dick. The slide makes him shudder, and he knows there's definitely manjuice coming out of him but what can you do until you get to the bath.]

Here. [Abbacchio offers his hand with a fond look on his face.]

[Oh.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK, HOLY SHIT, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Avdol is now hiding his face in his hands because what the FUCK bro Moody Blues is absolutely the best Stand ever, sorry Magician's Red call him back when you're as cuddly as this???? He's still losing his shit when Abbacchio pulls away, doesn't quite notice that outstretched hand until a second or two later and even then, has to just stare for a moment before he gets his shit together. STAND AFFECTION IS SO UNUSUAL FOR HIM, YOU KIDS AND YOUR STANDS WITH PERSONALITY??]

I love him. I love your Stand, Leone. Can you tell him I said that. [blows a kiss 2 tha moon and stars 4 moody blues,,,

But yes, finally Avdol gets up in turn and worms his way under Abbacchio's arm like they're casual drinking buddies instead of casual fuckbuddies now apparently. That way they're more supported, right? Less chance of falling over because of dead legs.] Lead the way, Captain; I'll be your backup set of legs, and your backwasher for today.

[Wow he really can't help but laugh a little at that. It's so damned endearing to see people like the Stand so much. There'd honestly been a time that he felt terribly mixed about Moody Blues but... well no sometimes it's still like that, but all in all he at least appreciates his Stand's personality and the fact that he doesn't have to feed him. Poor Mista.]

Sure. I'll tell him for you.

[Well, he's not going to complain at the extra help, especially from bout of fucking they had. His tail flicks, and he leans in to rub his forehead against Avdol's, not a far cry from what Moody Blues had just done.]

I'm just relieved the tub's gonna be just big enough for both of us. [BARELY they're not small men??]

[Oh what the fuck, Abbacchio. What the fuck is this. Avdol's just recovered from the head nuzzling from Moody Blues and now he has to go into meltdown all over again? At least it's not actually a complete blowout since he's a little more resistant to this charm, but still. There's the slightest hint of surprise before his face burns up and segues into sharp affection, because hey. They might've just fucked and established a new standard of casual kissing, but this is still too much for his sensibilities in the best way, apparently.]

...You think so? How big is your tub? I don't think I can tuck my knees around my ears, but I'll give it a good try all the same. [It's absolutely tub time, though. Hot water sounds wonderful, and he can keep it hot for as long as they need, which is nice and helpful and all that good shit.

Just before they split again to get in, Avdol bodily turns them both in towards each other for yet another kiss, a little less quick this time, and a gentle little nosebump. Two can play this adorable game, motherfucker.] You want front or back seat? Host's choice, since...I might have forgotten that your tail might make things a little more difficult. So whatever you're comfortable with, mm?

[He almost says something along the lines of you're not the first guy I've dragged to the bath with me but. Well, the words feel a bit caught in his throat and he decisively does not want to actually say that. So instead:]

Now's a good time to practice yoga as any.

[The kiss is slower and-- nice. He closes his eyes for a moment, pressing into it, even the little nosebump. What the fuck, it's cute and gives him feelings?!] You know, I was pretty good with facing you so I think I want to stay that way. [plus the tail will be out of the way theoretically]

That sounds wonderful to me, to be honest; I rather enjoy eye contact, and that way you can ensure that I'm not stealing your soaps and things.

[Revenge: successful. He lingers in that fond proximity for a few seconds more, simply admiring the view, before slowly pulling away and getting in the bath already. Better to get in first since he's so fucking bulky, after all; once he's duly settled in like this is his home, Avdol pats his knees (spread to either side of the bath for more sittin' room) and chuckles.]

Your turn! Tell me if I need to shift, but I promise I tried to make for optimal sitting conditions for you. I, ah...I can help clean you out too, if you'd like. Since I didn't...Mm. [You are nearly 30, Avdol. You can say 'pull out'.]

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clearly this is the time to use handsomesquidward.png

thank fucking god

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