[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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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.
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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.]