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[teaserving]

Guess it doesn't hurt that you don't have anything to compare it to. But hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[And honestly, it's not half bad. He even made his own sauce, how about that!]

Hey, so. Sorry if this isn't the greatest dinner topic. [But he also talks about cannibalism with his friends during lunch so.] I have no idea how you have sex. Or what your junk is like. [Wait he might not know that term.] Genitalia?

[hagrides]

[His roommate made him dinner at least once, it's not as thought he has never had food despite not requiring it.]

Ah, yes. I believe it is fairly similar. My aedeagus looks somewhat similar to a penis, and reacts to stimulation in the same way.

[Casually discussing his junk over dinner, no big.]

[teaserving]

[YOU KNOW. It's whatever!]

Well. Looking forward to that. [he hasn't boned a single human here why start now, time for mystery bug dick] I guess I should probably also ask if there's anything special you like?

[hagrides]

You may ask that, but as all of this is special from my perspective, I do not have a satisfying answer for you.

[Banging a human is pretty damn special.]

[teaserving]

[That just makes him laugh quietly, pausing only to take a bite from his spaghetti.]

I think that's the first time anyone's said that sex with me is going to be special. I'll try not to mess it up for you.

[hagrides]

Clearly you should be told this more often, then.

[why no one is singing Abbacchio's praises is beyond him!!]

[teaserving]

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.]

[hagrides]

I shall, but until I see evidence otherwise, I will keep my position.

[He knows too many people who think too little of themselves to just accept anyone's opinion on their own worth.]

[teaserving]

Fine.

[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?

[hagrides]

I do, but not on this sort of food.

[If you set the food on fire, that would be different.]

[teaserving]

So how do you know when you're satisfied?

[hagrides]

When my host is done eating as well.

[teaserving]

[That makes him laugh, his fork getting set down.]

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?

[hagrides]

Indeed I would, unless you would like help cleaning up first.

[He's not an animal, he can delay a hookup to be a good guest and wash some dishes.]

[teaserving]

Heh. I'm just gonna rinse off the plates and put 'em into the wash. Most of everything else can be dealt with.

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.]

[hagrides]

I can hardly argue with that.

[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?

[teaserving]

Sure.

[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?

[hagrides]

[Smiling, Grimm bends to kiss the back of Abbacchio's hand.]

I would be delighted.

[teaserving]

[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.]

Kiss me?

[hagrides]

[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.]

[teaserving]

[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.]

[hagrides]

[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.]

[teaserving]

[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?

I return with smuttier icons

[hagrides]

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.]

[teaserving]

Oh. That's exciting.

[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.]