[He doesn't look up when the door opens. He feels Caelus watching him but doesn't give him the pleasure of having his undivided attention - instead, Aventurine continues writing an email on his phone, his thumbs tapping at the screen. Caelus speaks and he still doesn't acknowledge him at first, until the other man forces his hand, tilting his chin up, forcing him to look at him.
Aventurine slowly and without looking, clicks the button to put his phone to sleep and slips it back into his pocket, his head tilted up toward Caelus, unreadable as ever.]
I was in the area.
[It's the truth, but it almost seems like a lie, the way he says it. He tips his head in Caelus' grip, his cheek rubbing up against his thumb, and he moves to kiss it, tongue just barely peeking out to lick at the skin of his finger, to taste him. Aventurine doesn't want things for himself - he isn't allowed that luxury - and he acts accordingly, always aloof, always like he could just calmly get up and leave whenever the whim strikes him.
Wanting things makes you vulnerable. Vulnerable people get manipulated and torn to shreds.
Still.]
You've caught me at a rare time when I could clear my schedule for a few hours. [He winks and tilts his head back, like a lazy cat sunning itself in the heat of Caelus' desire. The movement does a good job of showing his pale throat, dipping into the collared shirt he wears, the splash of the tattoo on the side of his neck. His legs part, allowing Caelus forward, between them.]
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Aventurine slowly and without looking, clicks the button to put his phone to sleep and slips it back into his pocket, his head tilted up toward Caelus, unreadable as ever.]
I was in the area.
[It's the truth, but it almost seems like a lie, the way he says it. He tips his head in Caelus' grip, his cheek rubbing up against his thumb, and he moves to kiss it, tongue just barely peeking out to lick at the skin of his finger, to taste him. Aventurine doesn't want things for himself - he isn't allowed that luxury - and he acts accordingly, always aloof, always like he could just calmly get up and leave whenever the whim strikes him.
Wanting things makes you vulnerable. Vulnerable people get manipulated and torn to shreds.
Still.]
You've caught me at a rare time when I could clear my schedule for a few hours. [He winks and tilts his head back, like a lazy cat sunning itself in the heat of Caelus' desire. The movement does a good job of showing his pale throat, dipping into the collared shirt he wears, the splash of the tattoo on the side of his neck. His legs part, allowing Caelus forward, between them.]
Lucky you.