[ The Trailblazer scoffs in sarcastic disdain, but that doesn't stop him from lowering his mouth until it's pressed against the column of Aventurine's exposed throat. His kisses are slow, lingering. There's too much of his need in them; it's too obvious how much he's craved this. He lets his lips hover over the blond's fluttering pulse, as if to savor the feeling of the man's cool, soft skin against his, and then he moves them back up again, pressing their mouths together. Sweet at first, then more, and then more. Each kiss gets progressively hungrier, over and over, until at last he's caught Aventurine in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue slipping past the "investment manager's" to tease the sensitive, wet inside of his mouth.
He knows he's showing too much of his hand. That it's too obvious how much he wants Aventurine; that he's showing exactly how vulnerable he is, exactly how soft. Caelus looks strong, but Aventurine could break his fragile heart with a passing thought. It doesn't matter. He also knows that pain is only ever temporary. He can't be torn to shreds because he knows how to put himself together when he's broken. ]
...Guess that means — [ a sigh, a shift, and then he's pushing Aventurine down into the bed, slotting their legs together so that his knee is pressing ever so delicately against the blond's groin ] — that we've got hours to have sex.
[ Was it a lie? That he was just "in the area"? Or did he rush over as soon as possible, all so that he could sit back and play the cold fish while Caelus pants over him like a dog?
Caelus doesn't want to think about it. He traces his hand around the perimeter of the open spade on Aventurine's chest, admiring the curves of his pecs there. ]
Do your higher-ups in the IPC know you skip work to fuck me?
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[ The Trailblazer scoffs in sarcastic disdain, but that doesn't stop him from lowering his mouth until it's pressed against the column of Aventurine's exposed throat. His kisses are slow, lingering. There's too much of his need in them; it's too obvious how much he's craved this. He lets his lips hover over the blond's fluttering pulse, as if to savor the feeling of the man's cool, soft skin against his, and then he moves them back up again, pressing their mouths together. Sweet at first, then more, and then more. Each kiss gets progressively hungrier, over and over, until at last he's caught Aventurine in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue slipping past the "investment manager's" to tease the sensitive, wet inside of his mouth.
He knows he's showing too much of his hand. That it's too obvious how much he wants Aventurine; that he's showing exactly how vulnerable he is, exactly how soft. Caelus looks strong, but Aventurine could break his fragile heart with a passing thought. It doesn't matter. He also knows that pain is only ever temporary. He can't be torn to shreds because he knows how to put himself together when he's broken. ]
...Guess that means — [ a sigh, a shift, and then he's pushing Aventurine down into the bed, slotting their legs together so that his knee is pressing ever so delicately against the blond's groin ] — that we've got hours to have sex.
[ Was it a lie? That he was just "in the area"? Or did he rush over as soon as possible, all so that he could sit back and play the cold fish while Caelus pants over him like a dog?
Caelus doesn't want to think about it. He traces his hand around the perimeter of the open spade on Aventurine's chest, admiring the curves of his pecs there. ]
Do your higher-ups in the IPC know you skip work to fuck me?