It's the kind of beautiful thing that Caelus feels he has no business handling. He's handsome, he knows that much, but he's not really the sort of creature that someone would call beautiful. He's coarse, he's thick, he's broad. (In reality, he's maybe not any of these things, but his self-perception isn't really where it needs to be.) Aventurine is beautiful, too, but for a moment, Caelus ignores the beautiful way that the man is spilled out on the bed to admire the way the golden collar sparkles and refracts light through its emeralds beneath the suite's designer lighting. ]
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[ He'd look good with it. He'd look really, really good with it. Stripped naked, breathing hard. A "product of the IPC" to be enjoyed by a special guest.
The thought of him laid out like a whore makes Caelus's cock throb, but — even so — he only takes the collar out of the box, and then sets it in the sheets above his head, out of Aventurine's reach. Then he leans down, and claims Aventurine's lips in another kiss.
If that's what he wants, he'll have to earn it. Caelus doesn't actually want to hurt him, not in the moment, at least.
What Caelus wants is just another impossible dream in Penacony: to fall in love and be loved in turn. But that's a stupid thing to want, and he knows it. Aventurine could shatter the fantasy just as easily as sinking his teeth into the Trailblazer's bottom lip as it moves against his mouth. ]
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It's the kind of beautiful thing that Caelus feels he has no business handling. He's handsome, he knows that much, but he's not really the sort of creature that someone would call beautiful. He's coarse, he's thick, he's broad. (In reality, he's maybe not any of these things, but his self-perception isn't really where it needs to be.) Aventurine is beautiful, too, but for a moment, Caelus ignores the beautiful way that the man is spilled out on the bed to admire the way the golden collar sparkles and refracts light through its emeralds beneath the suite's designer lighting. ]
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[ He'd look good with it. He'd look really, really good with it. Stripped naked, breathing hard. A "product of the IPC" to be enjoyed by a special guest.
The thought of him laid out like a whore makes Caelus's cock throb, but — even so — he only takes the collar out of the box, and then sets it in the sheets above his head, out of Aventurine's reach. Then he leans down, and claims Aventurine's lips in another kiss.
If that's what he wants, he'll have to earn it. Caelus doesn't actually want to hurt him, not in the moment, at least.
What Caelus wants is just another impossible dream in Penacony: to fall in love and be loved in turn. But that's a stupid thing to want, and he knows it. Aventurine could shatter the fantasy just as easily as sinking his teeth into the Trailblazer's bottom lip as it moves against his mouth. ]