[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.]
[That's something to witness, that Grimm's loses his ability to speak when he goes down on him. He'd laugh if he could, and not to mock him; just delighted that he can make him feel so good. Him, Leone Abbacchio, king of all fuck-ups, is making a God feel so good he loses his voice.
Not bad, not bad at all.
When he feels the tug, Abbacchio naturally obeys, drawing off wetly, sighing as he licks his lips.]
[Grimm absolutely wants. His hands are wandering down Abbacchio's chest - there are raised areas on a human's chest, perhaps they're intended to be erogenous zones? This requires testing.]
[It's cute, the look on Grimm's face. He's an interesting cross on looking badass as hell but also absurdly adorable, and he's definitely pleased for giving a fucking God a blowjob so good he loses his voice. Nailed it.
He does pause at Grimm's hands exploring across his chest. He smiles crookedly at him; it's not a bad place to start.]
Hang on.
[He peels off his shirt, throwing it aside to the floor before guiding Grimm's hands back to his chest, his fingers to his nipples.]
Grimm's pleased to know he was right about the erogenous zone thing. His warm hands rub over Abbacchio's nipples, trying different movement - up and down, circular, even once slightly tweaking one - to learn how Abbacchio, in particular, likes it.]
Hmm...
[Ah, his voice is coming back. Good, that'll make things easier.]
[Even just the rubbing is nice, but he does notably jerk and groan, arching his back when one is pinched. They perk and harden quickly under Grimm's wonderfully warm hands, the kind of heat he could just soak up all damned day.]
[Like that, he says, and just like that he shall receive. Grimm is a quick learner, finding out exactly how much of a pinch makes Abbacchio's back arch the most.]
Your voice... intoxicating.
[He seals his mouth to Abbacchio's neck, as warm as every other part of him. The fire that fuels him will keep Abbacchio warm no matter how long he soaks it in.]
[This part is a little more straightforward - similar to something Grimm has himself. He picks a rhythm he's fond of on his own body, briefly bringing his hand up to lick his palm and ease the slide of it over Abbacchio's cock.]
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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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Not bad, not bad at all.
When he feels the tug, Abbacchio naturally obeys, drawing off wetly, sighing as he licks his lips.]
You okay, Grimm?
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His voice is still too shot to speak, so he turns his head towards the bed. Shall they...?]
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[Standing up, Abbacchio leans in to press a slow, wet kiss to Grimm's jaw, leaving another painted mark.]
C'mon. I'll show you some places I like being touched, if you want?
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youre just in time for my tiddy icon
He does pause at Grimm's hands exploring across his chest. He smiles crookedly at him; it's not a bad place to start.]
Hang on.
[He peels off his shirt, throwing it aside to the floor before guiding Grimm's hands back to his chest, his fingers to his nipples.]
Here. Good to place to start as any.
truly I am blessed
Grimm's pleased to know he was right about the erogenous zone thing. His warm hands rub over Abbacchio's nipples, trying different movement - up and down, circular, even once slightly tweaking one - to learn how Abbacchio, in particular, likes it.]
Hmm...
[Ah, his voice is coming back. Good, that'll make things easier.]
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[Even just the rubbing is nice, but he does notably jerk and groan, arching his back when one is pinched. They perk and harden quickly under Grimm's wonderfully warm hands, the kind of heat he could just soak up all damned day.]
Good, yeah. Like that.
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Your voice... intoxicating.
[He seals his mouth to Abbacchio's neck, as warm as every other part of him. The fire that fuels him will keep Abbacchio warm no matter how long he soaks it in.]
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Yeah? Mm. That's because you're a faster learner. Hang on, gimme your hand.
[Taking one of Grimm's hands, he guides him down to palm Abbacchio between his thighs, where he's very clearly having a hard-on.]
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Beautiful.
[His body, his voice. All of this.]