[Almost like it's a reward, his fingers descend into Abbacchio's hair, twisting the strands up and onto the top of his head before starting to work up a lather. There's a faint scent to the shampoo that he can't place immediately — flowers, maybe? — but it's recognizable as Abbacchio's, even through the steam and the water.
He works methodically, taking his time, and turns it into a sort of massage, even — stroking fingers, light scratches of his nails against his scalp, and the occasional gentle rock of his hips, mostly because he can't altogether help it for long.]
You like this better than getting yourself off, don't you?
[What a ridiculous thing to suggest. Who would possibly think it's more enjoyable to be kneeling in a shower being a good little cockwarmer than actually touching himself?
Well, Abbacchio, maybe. And besides, it's not really about what he wants; it's just another way of giving him that appearance of control, which seems to be the thing he really wants most.]
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[Almost like it's a reward, his fingers descend into Abbacchio's hair, twisting the strands up and onto the top of his head before starting to work up a lather. There's a faint scent to the shampoo that he can't place immediately — flowers, maybe? — but it's recognizable as Abbacchio's, even through the steam and the water.
He works methodically, taking his time, and turns it into a sort of massage, even — stroking fingers, light scratches of his nails against his scalp, and the occasional gentle rock of his hips, mostly because he can't altogether help it for long.]
You like this better than getting yourself off, don't you?
[What a ridiculous thing to suggest. Who would possibly think it's more enjoyable to be kneeling in a shower being a good little cockwarmer than actually touching himself?
Well, Abbacchio, maybe. And besides, it's not really about what he wants; it's just another way of giving him that appearance of control, which seems to be the thing he really wants most.]