[If anything, he's going to get off on it. Something rough, something that'll make him ache nicely for awhile, something else that'll take off the edge that isn't cheap wine. This is still something messier than he's usually done, but he's hardly going to complain.
Want. He catches that, even in the haze of the moment. Huh, okay. Abbacchio swallows, closing his eyes a moment, don't think hard about it--]
S'fine.
[Fuck, all right. Abbacchio breathes in, convincing himself to relax, which isn't too hard after he'd just come, so there's less resistance to the man's fingers.]
Heh. Thought about that. [He licks his lips, arching his back a little, but otherwise letting him do all the work.] Know you're gonna be pretty big.
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Want. He catches that, even in the haze of the moment. Huh, okay. Abbacchio swallows, closing his eyes a moment, don't think hard about it--]
S'fine.
[Fuck, all right. Abbacchio breathes in, convincing himself to relax, which isn't too hard after he'd just come, so there's less resistance to the man's fingers.]
Heh. Thought about that. [He licks his lips, arching his back a little, but otherwise letting him do all the work.] Know you're gonna be pretty big.