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[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]

He hasn't told you about Iggy!

[Oh god okay, it's hard to get cosy when you get the fucking scoop of the century here. Avdol sits up just a little, beaming; IT'S FUCKING STORY TIME, RIP POLNAREFF'S DIGNITY]

Alright, so. Did you know that animals can have Stands? Because they can! We've encountered it a few times, actually...And one of those animals was a dog I managed to get away from some dog catchers in New York. We'd heard about him just constantly escaping the dog catchers, so Mr. Joestar and I decided to look into it and sure enough, there's this purebred Boston Terrier with a Stand. Anyway, we decided to see if he could help us in Egypt, so we had him flown in.

Polnareff instantly pissed him off, so Iggy just flew at him, started pulling out chunks of hair, and farted in his face for it. That was the first meeting. It basically continued like that for the entire journey, far as I know. Polnareff getting upset that he had to play second fiddle to a dog, complaining loudly, and then having Iggy dole out justice. I'd almost feel bad for him if he didn't bring it upon himself every single time! [Listen to this absolute joker losing his shit. Clearly it's funnier if you saw it all.] He was fight-- Fighting a dog, Leone!

[Okay, he can at least imagine Polnareff bitching about being outsmarted by a dog. Sorry JP, he likes you, but you're not always the smartest?? But mostly it's just endearing to watch Avdol laugh.

As he listens, he's gonna try to do the responsible thing and get the body wash hell yeah.]

We had a turtle with a Stand. We ended up calling him Coco Jumbo. Fuck, did we even name the Stand...? Anyway, he was all right. Sounds like Iggy was just too fucking smart for JP, if I'm gonna be honest. [It seemed like that a bit, Stand using animals being a bit smarter than average.]

[It takes a good half-minute for Avdol to Calm His Farm, during which he misses the body wash coming into play, hence why he jolts when he notices it (just like a cat with a cucumber).]

Ah, a turtle? I can't imagine it...But then again, that makes it a perfect candidate for a Stand User; no one suspects the turtle, after all. What sort of Stand did Coco Jumbo have, anyway? I keep thinking defensive, but that's just turtle stereotyping. [If Abbacchio's going to be responsible, then it's time to step up to the plate and also be a Responsible Bath Inhabitant. By reaching for a wash cloth and getting it wet, obviously. Fuck yeah lather him up you sexy goth bitch.] Iggy's a brilliant dog, though. Absolutely the most cunning, selfish creature I've ever met, but my word did he know how to use his Stand to his advantage.

...Named that one the Fool, by the way. Creating something from nothing, creating his Stand from ground particles. It seemed fitting.

It was a weird one. It had to be activated with this key we found and putting it into his shell. Reaching in would suck you into this room that was furnished like it was a hotel lounge room. Had a fridge with drinks and everything. So sort of defensive, in a way.

[While he definitely pours some body wash onto the cloth, Abbacchio is going to lather up his own hands too. Because he's going to use his hands to slowly wash over Avdol's chest, not sorry about that.]

Heh. I like your naming theme with the tarot deck. [it's very avdol] Sounds like Iggy was kind of a pain in the ass, but if a dog's living on his own I imagine his immediate concern was himself half the time at least.

[He opens his mouth, then promptly closes it because those sure are some soapy hands on his titties. How is he meant to react to this. It's one thing to be naked in the bath all cuddled up with your bro who you just fucked because hey, the moons make y'all horny, but it's another to forgo the soapy washcloth and have fingers all tangled up in your chest hair.

Thankfully, a magical miracle called the refractory period keeps Avdol from having any chance of embarrassing himself any time soon, but he knows he's turning red all the same. ABBACCHIO. please.] Ah.

[Real fuckin' eloquent. He looks stupidly at the washcloth in his hand, trying to think of something cool to do with it so that they don't waste perfectly good lavender body wash, and then it hits him. The lipstick smears. AHA. Okay, yes. Just casually going to go in and gently scrub the smears from Abbacchio's lips as he natters on, everything is fine, yes.] Now that would come in handy for hiding from enemies, I'd imagine. Coco Jumbo sounds like a hell of an ally to have, even if it lacked some as far as emoting goes.

Now that, Iggy's good at. He's absolutely a pain in the ass and then some, too; he barely tolerates being around us, constantly causes trouble, the lot, but...You're right. I'm pretty sure that anyone would turn out to be self-centred if they were alone for most of their lives. And he never asked to get dragged into some grand showdown with a random vampire, either...There, clean! [Avdol's so fucking smug right now, like he's pulled off some grand manoeuvre here; maybe he has, since it gives him an excuse to put his hand in the water, and then carefully wipe away any suds. Feels pretty badass, anyway.]

I hate that we dragged so many people into a fight that should've only involved three people, at most. I volunteered to join in, and Mr. Joestar did too, but...The others didn't deserve to be part of this mess. I take it Coco Jumbo wasn't actually ever in the line of fire?

[HAHA CUTE. Abbacchio is kind enough to not verbally call him out on his embarrassment, but he's also smiling crookedly as he drags his claws down a little as he washes Avdol's chest and stomach in a totally brow way yep.

But it's almost tender how Avdol tidies up his lips. Oh. Hey. C'mon. What the fuck. He's at a loss for that, that's way too soft!! HMM.]

I mean, sort of. He was more or less assigned to us for a mission. He was kind of a means of transport in order to make sure we were out of sight.

Fortunately, it meant he wasn't put into a fight. [And he has some vague awareness of like. Polnareff's turtley fate but he's not gonna go there.]

[Oh sure, soft sex is fine but soft lipstick removal isn't??? WHAT SORT OF WACK ASS STANDARDS

But look, it's. This is no big deal, okay. That smile Abbacchio's giving him is probably normal for the situation, just like the claws running down his torso. And that means that it's probably normal for Avdol to lather his hands up in turn? Only polite to cinch his arms around and get to washing his buddy's back, yeah!! Even if he can't make eye contact right now, this is just. This is bathing etiquette!]

Lucky him! No sharp teeth or bastard tendencies, only the ability to look unassuming and retreat into his shell if in trouble. [And turn anime once Polnareff's all up in there, but whatever!!] ...Now I'm curious, though. What's the strangest Stand you've ever seen? Or Stand User, I guess. Because I'm wondering if anything can beat the orangutan we found with a Stand that was basically an entire cargo freighter. From what Jotaro told us later, it was a horrible creature...Which you don't expect of orangutans, ha.

[SEX IS ONE THING. TENDERNESS IS ANOTHER. AHHHHH.

Which also means he can't help but look at Avdol fondly. He's always been considerably friendly and kind, and right off when they met he couldn't feel any particularly frustration around Avdol, which is a rarity even among friends. It's like things stopped being loud around him and Reimi.]

God, the strangest? [He arches his back a little as Avdol works on his back. Hell yeah that feels good!] Probably the Stand that was activated when the user was killed? That was fucked up.

Wait, so-- It-- But that's not how it works? [Avdol looks SO FUCKING STRESSED OUT ALL OF A SUDDEN. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH STANDS FROM THE FUTURE????? At least he keeps his hands going, making an especial point to massage rather than scrub.

Hey, every little bit of tension relief is a bonus, right? And it's-- well it's always a little rewarding to help someone out, but it's extra rewarding to do anything right by Abbacchio. When your pal exudes major sadboy vibes, you take what victories you can get.] That's. I don't like that at all. How does that even work? How did you defeat it? You defeated it, obviously? [OH HE FUCKING HATES THAT IDEA, HATES IT SO MUCH.

Clearly the best way to get over this world-upsetting revelation is to squish in even closer, try not to think about the fact that there are still claws on his belly right now h, and straight up go for a hug/upper back rub. He's confident in his masculinity okei.]

[Avdol's reaction makes him laugh a little, but he really can't blame him for it because that was some real fucked up shit??]

We were on an airplane and I was having Moody Blues piloting since he could replay a pilot. We had to drop the Stand in the sea because it was just eating everything. So... we kinda beat it. [MAYBE.] But there was literally no way to beat it far as we could try.

[Oh hey, that's definitely some massaging going on. Abbacchio can't help but purr as he leans against Avdol, nuzzling his neck. Fuck yeah that's the shit.]

Mm, that's good.

thank fucking god

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