You and Abbachio didn’t fight often, but when you did it was bad. Almost all morning you two were arguing and yelling at each other until he finally left. It wasn’t anything important mind you, he’s just Abbachio and you’re just you. Everyone was tired of the yelling throughout the safehouse and Bruno had finally urged you two to break apart. So he left. Which was fine, you acted like you didn’t care. You didn’t care when you slammed the door to your shared room, you didn’t care when you sat on your bed and let the tears fall. You had no idea how much time had passed but you heard a brief knock at the door.
Before you could answer, a grumpy Abbachio walks in. He softly shuts the door and sits next to you, without looking at you he mumbles a brief “Sorry.”
You quickly wipe your tears while he isn't looking, he notices but doesn’t mention it. You scoff at him, he can’t even give you a proper apology. Your silence agitates him even more, you don't realize it but saying that one word actually took a lot of time to prepare. You can hear him shift and you look up at him staring at you.
“I said sorry.” He raises his voice slightly. You furrow your eyebrows at him “I don’t believe you.” He mimics your expression. “Why.”
With his annoyed tone the question sounds more like a statement, which pisses you off. Why is he mad? “Why are you mad?”
Abbachio lets out an annoyed sigh but doesn’t answer. “This is hard for me too, you know?” You speak louder, ready to start fighting again. Without another word he slips off the bed and lands in front of you. He’s on his knees and he rests his chin on your thigh. “Im sorry.”
He avoids eye contact at first but he slowly moves his eyes to yours and your heart beats faster. He looks away and grabs your wrist. He brings it to his mouth before pressing a faint kiss on your hand. “Abbachio.” You speak firmly despite the heat creeping up on your neck.
Instead of answering he moves your hand to cradle his cheek and he kisses the inside of your palm. Letting out a frustrated sigh you pull your hand away. He stares at you with a slight furrow in his brows, he opens his mouth but before any words come out you lean down and kiss him. Your lips move perfectly in sync together, it was supposed to be brief but he wouldn’t let you move away. As you tried to, he dragged you further down not wanting to stop. He finally lets you pull away and stares with a slight blush on his cheeks. He looks frustrated.
“I said I’m sorry.” His voice was low and shaky. He tries to stand up and kiss you again, but you press your fingers against his collarbone and push him back down. “I don’t believe you…” There’s a slight smirk pulling at your mouth and he notices immediately.
He sits back down and looks up at you with pleading eyes that were glazed over. “What do you want, Abbachio?” You say in a mocking tone. He looks away and trails one of his hands down your calf. He moves forward and presses his lips to your knee. “You…”
You let an amused laugh and straighten your posture. You press the bottom of your shoe against his boner. Abbachio lets out a quiet moan and sits up slightly, he moves his leg and straddles your shoe. He rests one hand on your ankle while the other one rests on your knee to keep your leg in place. He gives you an embarrassed look so you move your leg forward, urging him to continue. He slowly rocks his hips forward and groans at the feeling. He breaks eye contact and buries his face into the top of your thigh. You can feel him start shaking and you can feel a few wet drops hit your thigh. He slowly looks back at you, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are pink. He has a few black lines from his eyeliner running and you give him a soft smile. You press your other shoe on his chest and gently push him back. “Come here.”
Abbachio slowly stands up and hovers over you as you lean back. You pull his neck down and kiss him. He slowly pulls your hand down and kisses your cheek, and then your jaw. He leaves a kiss on your neck and pulls away. He drags his finger along the spots causing his leftover lipstick to smudge along your skin. You look at him and admire the view with hooded eyes as he stares at the smudges. He notices you staring and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. “I'm not used to…this.” His voice was pathetic.
He stops hovering over you and lays down on his side facing you. You turn over to face him and he moves his hand down to the neckline of your shirt. Quickly stopping him you give him a sweet smile. He gives you a questionable look and without wasting time you lean forward and trail your hand down his stomach. You pull his shirt up and he helps you take it off. You throw it on the floor and sit up before moving forward and biting his lip. He lets out a sigh but quickly silences it by pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and you grab the bulge in his pants. He trails his hand over your arm and stops to hold your wrist. He doesn’t stop you as you slowly pull his pants down.
You press on the tip of his dick with your thumb and he pulls away and bites his lip. You kiss his neck before leaving small bites while slowly wrapping your hand around him. He turns his head to the side, trying to give you more access. He lets out a low moan as you bite him gently in the spot you know he likes. You pull away quickly just to lean back and spit on your hand. Smearing your spit on his dick before going back to leave marks along his neck. You can feel him twitch in your hand and you can’t help but laugh as he bites back his moans. Abbachio scoffs but the heavy blush on his cheeks and the way he’s leaning into you betrays him.
“Are you enjoying this?” His voice is almost strangled as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips up. You let out a low ‘mhm’ as you move to straddle his hips. You two make out and grind against each other while your hand is still stroking him.
You suddenly stop when he lets out a loud moan and he pulls away from your lips, he’s pouting now. With your free hand you run your thumb over his now very smudged lips, you press further prompting him to slowly open his mouth and take your thumb in. His sudden obedience makes you melt, and as he circles his tongue around it he looks up at you. Without taking it out you leave a kiss on his tear stained cheek and start moving the hand on his dick. You move close to his ear and whisper “Good boy.” Which was rewarded by a groan from him.
Once again when he started to get close you abruptly took your hand away. It was now the fourth time you’ve done this. As frustrated as he was he knew you needed this and frankly he didn’t want you to stop. Even when more tears started streaming down his cheeks.
When you see him start crying harder, you take your hand off his now leaking and very sensitive dick. You wipe his eyeliner stained face and kiss him. You pull away and he gives you a pitiful look. “I’m s-ngh sorry.” He says in between a noise that was a cross between a sob and a high pitched moan.
You give him one last kiss on his cheek before finally touching him again. He thrusts into your hand, and you stop moving, forcing him to get off by himself. Abbachio grabs onto your wrist and moans as he starts to cum. When he comes down from his high, he lets out a shallow breath. You bring your hand to your mouth and lick it clean. “I forgive you.” He visibly relaxes at the sound of your words and kisses you. You lay down next to him, and he buries his face into your chest. “I love you.” he mumbles against your skin. “I love you too.”
