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[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'.]

That's right, this body wash cost me a fortune. Time to smell like lavender, Moahmmed.

[Once Avdol is fairly comfortable, Abbacchio is following after, more or less sitting into his lap again. He nuzzles in close, humming before he lets out an amused huff against Avdol's neck.]

Since you made a fucking mess of me? [He teases, but he definitely doesn't sound annoyed by it.] Don't worry about it, I'm not pissed. [And honestly he kind of likes it like this anyway.] But I wouldn't mind having your help either.

I think I can deal with a little lavender, to be honest. Did you know that its meaning is devotion, grace and serenity? Along with purity and caution, but I hope those don't apply right now, at least.

[Now it's tub-cuddling time instead of just tub time and really, what's not to like about that? Both arms loosely slung around Abbacchio, mouth pressed to his hair and body temperature gently fluctuating according to the water temperature, this is absolutely the fucking life right now.] Mm...I figured that if you were pissed, you'd have let me know immediately instead of waiting until now. Still, I have to take responsibility for my actions, so it's good that you don't mind. Though...I'll wait until we're about to hop out, for obvious reasons.

[--is he really fucking humming Call Me Al, he sure is. For Fuck's Sake.] ...If I'm honest, I wasn't sure how far we were going to go when I came over. Can't say that I'm not pleased with how things turned out, though.

Fuck, I couldn't say any of it applies. I just like how it smells.

[Hell yeah, bath cuddles. They should probably do some real cleaning at some point but he's not moving. He's indulging in the contact, loving the feeling, much in the way he can't help but want to eat and moonlace constantly.

Abbacchio practically drapes himself over Avdol, his claws resuming their combing through his hair.] Yeah? [He tips his head, nuzzling at Avdol's temple, gonna be real snuggly here] When you volunteered it's the first thing I thought of. But it would've been okay if you said no.

Just glad you didn't.

[He can't really manage to vocalize it, but it's some of the nicer sex he's had in awhile. There are a couple of others too of course he's enjoyed but this was-- soft. And not in a way that felt frustrating to deal with.]

I don't know, I think you're incredibly graceful. In a way that you probably don't realise.

[Oh Fuck, like he wasn't melted enough as is; Avdol actually shudders when those claws are back in his hair, sinking down into the water just a little more like a big lump. He's content to just spend the next minute nuzzling Abbacchio right on back, fingers lazily tracing up and down his spine; much more than that would be too much for him to process, to be honest.

Words do eventually come out, though! Half-mumbled, lips barely moving from the constant half-smirk they're already in, but. Words.] I'm glad I didn't let you down, then. To be honest, this is probably the first time I've been able to help someone out like this, so it's a relief that I was any use at all.

Good luck getting rid of me, though; I think I'm just going to live in your bath forever now. Tell Polnareff I'm sorry, will you? He'll be alright on his own. [Don't mind him he's just going to bump his head against those claws like an oversized house cat doped up on good vibes.]

[The way his hand moves over his spine makes him hum pleasantly. Well, he's just going to put his head on your shoulder now Avdol, he's too fucking comfortable, so deal with that all right?]

I appreciate you going through with it. You didn't have to if you didn't want to, though. [bone zone need not be required but it was really damned nice.]

Oh sure, but what about your chickens, huh? Do you really trust him to take care of them?

Please, as if I would have done something like this for any reason other than I wanted to. I wanted to help you, I'm fond of you as a person, and I think you're incredibly attractive; that's all the reason we need.

I'm just old-fashioned. But I'll adapt. Especially if we can do this after, every time. [Having an actual outlet for all of his ridiculous affection is a very, very nice dream, and one that'll keep him from momming absolutely fucking everyone else. Get a little spooning, a little cheek-smooching, a little dumbshit goofy smiling in now, don't try to get your friends other friends like an embarrassing mother arranging marriages online.]

...My girls will adapt, too. And I think he'll do a great job with them, since they won't fart on his face or pull his hair out. He can bring them over every other weekend for custody visits, too. No worries. ...Did he ever tell you about Iggy? I should tell you about him and Iggy, hah.

[Honestly, he likes the idea. That they would do this more than once. Sure, maybe it's a little dangerous for the heart because he's fucking fragile emotionally, but he can be an adult and separate things, surely. (Narrator's voice: no they will not do that.)]

I wouldn't mind, personally. [post-sex baths? hell yeah]

Who the fuck is Iggy? [what the hell farting and pulling out hair]

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clearly this is the time to use handsomesquidward.png

thank fucking god

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