[Caelus doesn't get angry. He doesn't use the offered power as an immediate way to gain control and have him at his feet like a whore. Instead he looks... almost sad as he removes the collar and places it above his head. Part of Aventurine bristles, sensitive to the perceived pity, but - this isn't that. It's something else entirely.
No one would hesitate to collar him. He's fairly certain that it'd be the wildest dreams of a few P44s to put him in his place. He's heard the jokes that even his higher ups have made about him, laughed along to a few of them.
But Caelus doesn't immediately jump at the chance, nor does he seem to want to shame him for daring to suggest it in the first place. The way he sets it aside - not something to be forgotten about, but maybe something to revisit later - and kisses him instead unseats something in Aventurine's heart, but he's not sure if he can give it a name.
Instead, he reaches his hands up between them, tugging at the fastenings of his vest and then his collared shirt. He squirms a little but tries not to break the kiss as he exposes his own chest and stomach underneath Caelus' warmth. He can't get the sleeves off, not yet, and so he lays there beneath him, glassy-eyed and flushed with his shirt open, exposing pale skin beneath.
And he's - not without scars, though he doesn't have as many as a fighter would. All of them are old, faded, from before his corporate life.
Finally, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, hitching his leg up on the bed to get some leverage, rock his hips down to rub his clothed cock against Caelus' knee.]
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No one would hesitate to collar him. He's fairly certain that it'd be the wildest dreams of a few P44s to put him in his place. He's heard the jokes that even his higher ups have made about him, laughed along to a few of them.
But Caelus doesn't immediately jump at the chance, nor does he seem to want to shame him for daring to suggest it in the first place. The way he sets it aside - not something to be forgotten about, but maybe something to revisit later - and kisses him instead unseats something in Aventurine's heart, but he's not sure if he can give it a name.
Instead, he reaches his hands up between them, tugging at the fastenings of his vest and then his collared shirt. He squirms a little but tries not to break the kiss as he exposes his own chest and stomach underneath Caelus' warmth. He can't get the sleeves off, not yet, and so he lays there beneath him, glassy-eyed and flushed with his shirt open, exposing pale skin beneath.
And he's - not without scars, though he doesn't have as many as a fighter would. All of them are old, faded, from before his corporate life.
Finally, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, hitching his leg up on the bed to get some leverage, rock his hips down to rub his clothed cock against Caelus' knee.]
Bet you come before me.