Yeah, you're definitely too nice. Give it time, Grimm.
[It's sweet, but then, he doesn't have much pride or love for himself. All for good reason, far as he can see. When Grimm knows, he thinks he'll change his mind. The sex can be good, but Abbacchio is still a piece of shit.]
[Ugh why do people have to be so nice. But he decides to not argue it, not at the moment. He wonders what it would even mean to the Nightmare God, anyway. Maybe nothing. Grimm is a strange being indeed for such darkly implied titles but being so terribly fun and friendly.]
Actually just occurred to me. You don't even get full, do you?
[Grimm will also clean his plate and rinse it off. Duties as a guest have been completed, now it's time to find out what they can get up to... Or, well, it would be if he could decide how to start.]
[Hell, that's so fucking cute. Despite himself, Abbacchio smiles.]
All right, then.
[So, he does take lead, naturally. It feels probably close to normal if he takes Grimm to the bedroom, which he does, but beyond that he has no idea how this works for him.
Well. He's familiar with kissing. That's not a bad start.]
[He is indeed familiar with kissing, and will happily oblige. It may feel strange for Abbacchio at first, because Grimm doesn't have lips. Such are the sexventures of kissing a bug.
He's pleasantly warm, as is only fitting for the vessel of a god of nightmare and fire, and he threads a hand through Abbacchio's hair.]
[It is kind of a weird sensation, but not in a bad way either. Honestly, he's not sure what kind of sensation he's expecting; there's a lack of any real lips to press against, but he can also feel Grimm's mouth.
But he's very warm, and he does like that and the hand in his hair.
Curiously, he rests a palm to Grimm's jaw. This is a lot of new experimentation, and he has honestly no idea what or where to look for, but it's not a bad start so far.]
[Weird but not bad is all Grimm can hope for, really.
A carapace is firmer than human skin, but not unpleasantly hard. It makes Grimm shudder to touch his jaw, and his 'cloak' flares a little involuntarily.
He mimics the action, Abbacchio's softer face and Grimm's insectile hand. Despite not being as soft as a human would be, he's gentle all the same.]
[It's nice, feeling Grimm's hand on his face. It's not unpleasant, sort of makes him think of the rough scales on Lyng's body. Still different. Kind of exciting, really.]
Hmm, hey. [He pauses, grinning as he sees the lipstick mark he's left on Grimm before chasing after it with another brief kiss.] Do you have any erogenous areas? Maybe places I can touch to make you feel good?
My wings can be sensitive. [His 'cloak' flares out somewhat, making it easier to tell that it is in fact wings, simply folded up.] Or, if you prefer a direct approach...
[He takes one of Abbacchio's hands to guide it down the length of his body. Near his pelvis, Abbacchio's hand encounters a nearly-invisible slit, where Grimm's aedeagus is starting to emerge.
While it is certainly differently shaped from Abbacchio's diagrams, even discounting the lack of face, its placement and general form should make it fairly clear what it's for.]
[It doesn't take much urging for the aedeagus to emerge fully. The texture is sort of like how Grimm's hand compares to a human's hand - not as soft, but not so hard that it would be unpleasant to touch. The shape is different, and the ridges of the head especially make Grimm shudder in Abbacchio's grasp, hips jerking toward him.]
I hope you, ahh, approve...
[He doesn't have diagrams, but then he's a hands on sort of teacher anyway.]
[Loosely, he curls his hand around the base of it, giving the length one smooth stroke. He grins at how Grimm jerks toward him, and he presses one more kiss to Grimm's jaw, leaving another mark with his lipstick.]
Hey. I wanna try something. Let me know if you need me to stop.
[How does one give a goth bug a blowjob? Fuck if he knows, but he's willing to try it. Getting down to his knees, Abbacchio opens his mouth, giving the tip of the aedeagus a single lick.]
[A great many bugs - not all of them, but many - have fangs. Grimm isn't one, but even so, this action isn't exactly at the forefront of his mind.]
...!
[While it's no doubt slightly strange to Abbacchio, different in both texture and taste, all Grimm can think about is the heat. He tangles one hand in Abbacchio's hair, not willing to push but unable to keep from touching him.]
That's - please continue. [His voice is always raspy, but now it seems to be on the verge of giving out at any moment. His body quivers, enough for Abbacchio to feel.]
Sure. Of course. Just keep touching my hair, yeah?
And let me know when you actually want to fuck me.
[Opening his mouth, he takes the tip inside. He probably doesn't need to be overly careful, but he still treats it as he would any other dick, ensuring his teeth aren't in the way and rolling his tongue along the underside.
It's interesting, seeing Grimm like this. Attractive, he thinks.]
[It's hard to think of doing anything else, even something as appealing as being inside Abbacchio. His mouth is far too distracting.
Abbacchio doesn't need to be overly careful with him, but Grimm appreciates it nonetheless. His hands clench and unclench in Abbacchio's hair, squeezing more tightly when Abbacchio does something he particularly likes.
He murmurs Abbacchio's name, interspersed with raspy moans, until finally - his voice gives out on him entirely. Groans are replaced just by harsh breathing, Grimm still mouthing the name even when he can no longer give it voice.
It does mean that when he wants Abbacchio to stop, he can't actually... say anything... so he just lightly tugs Abbacchio's head away from him and hopes that gets across his meaning.]
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[why no one is singing Abbacchio's praises is beyond him!!]
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[It's sweet, but then, he doesn't have much pride or love for himself. All for good reason, far as he can see. When Grimm knows, he thinks he'll change his mind. The sex can be good, but Abbacchio is still a piece of shit.]
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[He knows too many people who think too little of themselves to just accept anyone's opinion on their own worth.]
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[Ugh why do people have to be so nice. But he decides to not argue it, not at the moment. He wonders what it would even mean to the Nightmare God, anyway. Maybe nothing. Grimm is a strange being indeed for such darkly implied titles but being so terribly fun and friendly.]
Actually just occurred to me. You don't even get full, do you?
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[If you set the food on fire, that would be different.]
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Well aren't you smooth as hell.
I'll finish up my plate, you do what you want. After that, you want your dessert, Grimm?
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[He's not an animal, he can delay a hookup to be a good guest and wash some dishes.]
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Honestly, I'm more interested to see what we can get up to.
[Fortunately, he is eating light for the occasion, so it doesn't take long for him to finish up.]
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[Grimm will also clean his plate and rinse it off. Duties as a guest have been completed, now it's time to find out what they can get up to... Or, well, it would be if he could decide how to start.]
Shall I follow your lead?
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[There is a pause, then he reaches out to take Grimm by the hand, more curiously than anything else.]
I usually have a pretty solid idea in what I'm doing, but you're definitely an outlier for me. So I guess I'll ask: do you want to go to bed with me?
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I would be delighted.
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All right, then.
[So, he does take lead, naturally. It feels probably close to normal if he takes Grimm to the bedroom, which he does, but beyond that he has no idea how this works for him.
Well. He's familiar with kissing. That's not a bad start.]
Kiss me?
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He's pleasantly warm, as is only fitting for the vessel of a god of nightmare and fire, and he threads a hand through Abbacchio's hair.]
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But he's very warm, and he does like that and the hand in his hair.
Curiously, he rests a palm to Grimm's jaw. This is a lot of new experimentation, and he has honestly no idea what or where to look for, but it's not a bad start so far.]
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A carapace is firmer than human skin, but not unpleasantly hard. It makes Grimm shudder to touch his jaw, and his 'cloak' flares a little involuntarily.
He mimics the action, Abbacchio's softer face and Grimm's insectile hand. Despite not being as soft as a human would be, he's gentle all the same.]
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Hmm, hey. [He pauses, grinning as he sees the lipstick mark he's left on Grimm before chasing after it with another brief kiss.] Do you have any erogenous areas? Maybe places I can touch to make you feel good?
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[He takes one of Abbacchio's hands to guide it down the length of his body. Near his pelvis, Abbacchio's hand encounters a nearly-invisible slit, where Grimm's aedeagus is starting to emerge.
While it is certainly differently shaped from Abbacchio's diagrams, even discounting the lack of face, its placement and general form should make it fairly clear what it's for.]
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[Curling his fingers, he gently encourages the aedeagus to come out, keeping his touch careful.]
Huh. Wonder how that's gonna feel. [If anything, at least Abbacchio doesn't sound discouraged. If anything, he's utterly fascinated.]
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I hope you, ahh, approve...
[He doesn't have diagrams, but then he's a hands on sort of teacher anyway.]
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[Loosely, he curls his hand around the base of it, giving the length one smooth stroke. He grins at how Grimm jerks toward him, and he presses one more kiss to Grimm's jaw, leaving another mark with his lipstick.]
Hey. I wanna try something. Let me know if you need me to stop.
[How does one give a goth bug a blowjob? Fuck if he knows, but he's willing to try it. Getting down to his knees, Abbacchio opens his mouth, giving the tip of the aedeagus a single lick.]
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...!
[While it's no doubt slightly strange to Abbacchio, different in both texture and taste, all Grimm can think about is the heat. He tangles one hand in Abbacchio's hair, not willing to push but unable to keep from touching him.]
That's - please continue. [His voice is always raspy, but now it seems to be on the verge of giving out at any moment. His body quivers, enough for Abbacchio to feel.]
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And let me know when you actually want to fuck me.
[Opening his mouth, he takes the tip inside. He probably doesn't need to be overly careful, but he still treats it as he would any other dick, ensuring his teeth aren't in the way and rolling his tongue along the underside.
It's interesting, seeing Grimm like this. Attractive, he thinks.]
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Abbacchio doesn't need to be overly careful with him, but Grimm appreciates it nonetheless. His hands clench and unclench in Abbacchio's hair, squeezing more tightly when Abbacchio does something he particularly likes.
He murmurs Abbacchio's name, interspersed with raspy moans, until finally - his voice gives out on him entirely. Groans are replaced just by harsh breathing, Grimm still mouthing the name even when he can no longer give it voice.
It does mean that when he wants Abbacchio to stop, he can't actually... say anything... so he just lightly tugs Abbacchio's head away from him and hopes that gets across his meaning.]
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youre just in time for my tiddy icon
truly I am blessed
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