prismatica | text | un: fantasma

[This is totally normal and fine and not any more intimate than like, anything else they've done this entire time, yeah! Not foreshadowing jackshit, no sir, just enjoying all the small gay things in life and murmuring his appreciation for the compliment.

But that stops too, once he's all rinsed off and squeaky clean (and absolutely not covered in goosebumps, who the fuck would take simple rinsing off as something worth goosebumps, not this guy).]

Mm? Of course. I guess we're pruney enough now, anyway. [Avdol sighs softly, both hands slipsliding their way down to get to business; one acts as a brace, pulls Abbacchio's hips up a little and spreads his ass open just a little to make the other hand's job of cleaning him out a bit easier.] Hey, Leone. Want me to dry you off too?

[Awful. Atrocious. The gall of this clown to sit there all cosy and tender even now, when he's saying dumb shit like that.]

Ahh. [His arms tighten around Avdol's shoulders, his tail lifting and flicking in anticipation of Avdol's fingers. It's not something he should probably get worked up about but he is anyway, his forehead rubbing against Avdol's neck.]

Mm. Yeah. I do.

[Horrible. But it's sweet and he does want that. He wants all of Avdol's attention right now.]

[OHHHHHHHHH CUTE OHHHH ABBACCHIO IS SO CUTE SOMEONE TELL AVDOL'S GIRLS HE LOVES THEM, GOODBYE, OHHHHHHH

okay deep breaths it's okay, be cool. Rubbing his chin against Abbacchio's hair in turn is not cool. Fucked up step 1, will have to start again. At least he's managing to do what he should be while he continues being a major dipshit, fingers gently scooping out whatever mess they can without going too deep. Because that goes from clean-up to fingering, and they start the cycle again which

wouldn't be that bad at all, but y'know. Avdol figures he's pushing his bout of cosmic luck to have blundered his way into bed with a demigod in the first place, and although he's starting to ease back off the refractory, the urge to spoon and be disgustingly mushy is still winning out in his brain for the moment.]

Alright, that's as good as I'm going to get, I'm afraid. The rest is on you! Up we go! [It's. Really hard to not steal kisses when they're so readily given, so he doesn't bother trying. Hopefully it'll soften the blow of having to nudge Abbacchio away and try to wiggle out of the bath without taking all of the heat with him.]

[It's almost like a tease, and he does borderline want to demand more, that Avdol just finger him anyway -- but he knows that's the Cordis going right now, making him so demanding and gluttonous in way too many ways.

He definitely does grumble at having to stand, but he gets it, they're just gonna be wrinkly and pruny and that's not hot at all. Abbacchio is definitely going to steal ONE MORE KISS anyway before he's standing up, stretching out a little before he's stepping out and grabbing a towel to go with him.]

C'mon. You were gonna dry me off, right?

[Gee, who would've guessed that they'd get weird feelings for each other with all of this kissing bullshit. WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED. And the worst part is that it's starting to feel natural, like kissing outside of sex is just a normal thing for two friends to do, there's no way this can go wrong at all and invoke Emotional Attachment. But then, they should've probably stopped long ago, somewhere around the post-coital prolonged snuggling or something. Oh well, too fuckin' late.]

I'm a man of my word, rest assured! There's no way I'd cut and run before you were even dried off. [First: gonna drain the people soup from the bath. Then it's time to snatch up that damn towel and unfold it; all the better to wrap Abbacchio in a warm, mostly dry embrace. Thankfully, Magician's Red gets called out to take that to fully dry, so that Avdol isn't dripping bathwater on the floor (even if the heat treatment means that his hair almost instantly puffs up in response). More excuse to stand there and Just Hug It Out, though.] ...Want me to blow dry your tail too? Or just hand dry?

[damn what could wrong they think meanwhile the Future Is Clear, the Dating Will Commence

hell yeah it's so warm. Abbacchio leans in and rubs his cheek against Avdol's shoulder, humming, clearly pleased as hell. He's reaching up, combing his fingers and claws through Avdol's hair appreciatively.]

Hand dry. Want you to touch me.

[Oh well, it's a nice little surprise for the future or something! Just fucking up their mutual plans to Not Get Involved Because They're Dead/Dying, via towel drying and smooches and head-scratches. Which are still very clearly appreciated, going by the violent shudder that works down Avdol's spine.

Or maybe he's shuddering because who couldn't, at the words 'want you to touch me'? Maybe both. It's understandable right now at any rate, because it's all cosy and comfy and just nice being together, which must be the moonlacing and generally enjoying his Buddy's company of course!! It's also totally understandable right now to, instead of separating to properly hand dry Abbacchio's tail, simply tighten the embrace so that he doesn't have to stretch quite so much to actually do a good job of tail-drying. Aaaah it's like drying a very large dog, fluffing and ruffling away at the wet fur and gradually feeling it dry off bit by bit.]

...You have no idea how cute you are, Leone. It's cheating. [NO ROMO HA HA HA HA HA]

[NO ROMO NO ROMO WE HAD AN AGREEMENT

But he's burying his face into Avdol's shoulder, kind of flustered?! Wow. WOW you called him cute what the fuck. He can't seem to handle that for a second.]

Nobody calls me cute. But I guess I'll let you.

[He presses his forehead against Avdol's shoulder.] Come to bed with me? Just wanna be near you.

[SHH ONLY SNUGGLES NOW]

Just for today. If I do it outside of that, you're welcome to sock me in the face.

[and you know what's going to happen, motherfucker? you know how this thread's gonna wrap up? with Avdol picking Abbacchio up in a bridal carry, like that's a great idea when the floor's partially wet, and heading on out to the bed before he's even finished drying that lovely, fluffy tail.

Fucken asshole. At least Magician's Red stays on to help with tail-drying duty, all careful claws blow-drying as they spoon and do other gay shit. YOU'RE WELCOME.]

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