Is that your way of asking me to get you off first? Slut.
[ Caelus's voice is low and heated as he slides his hands over Aventurine's body, tracing curves of muscle and faded scars. The needy little rocking movements against his knee are very welcome; they make him hum in idle contemplation, as if he's thoroughly unmoved, and he can wait to see how needy he can get Aventurine underneath him.
His own hands are soft and surprisingly callus-free. For all that the Trailblazer handles his bat and other weapons roughly, Caelus hasn't really been alive long enough to develop the telltale signs of a hard life; his body was recently constructed, so it's soft and perfect in its recent construction. But he leans in for another kiss, deliberately placing one over the tattoo on Aventurine's neck before slowly working his way downward. He uses his hands to move the man's layers of clothing aside. Pulls back so Aventurine can take everything off. The man has a pretty torso, beneath all his furs and feathers; Caelus leans in to lick and kiss his way lower and lower, past faded scars and toned abs down to the still-clothed cock that's demanding his attention.
He's more than happy to give it. Caelus works at the buttons and zipper of the senior manager's pristine white pants, focused wholly on the task. There are a lot of people who want to bring Aventurine down, but there are a lot of other people who'd get on their knees if a P45 told them to, too. And Caelus isn't the kind of person who's impressed by money — but here he is, in the same position as any other company slave. ]
Alright, then. I'll take you on.
[ He licks his lips to get them soft and ready. Pulls Aventurine's cock out of his pants, as unceremoniously as if he's done this a hundred times before. (He has, but not that many — they've hooked up maybe a handful of times before this, but it's so hot and electrifying, each and every time, that it feels like they've been doing this for much longer.)
He knows he needs to stop doing this, but then Aventurine just has such a nice cock. Smooth and satisfying, flushed and pretty. He takes the tip into his mouth, licking it without an ounce of hesitation, weighing it on the flat of his tongue. He drags his lips up and over the shaft, teasing, tasting. ]
If you get me to break, you can put that collar on me instead.
[ That's all the warning Aventurine will get before Caelus is sucking his dick in earnest, and make no mistake: Caelus is really, really good at blowjobs. He likes a bit of filth, and he doesn't have any shame. ]
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[ Caelus's voice is low and heated as he slides his hands over Aventurine's body, tracing curves of muscle and faded scars. The needy little rocking movements against his knee are very welcome; they make him hum in idle contemplation, as if he's thoroughly unmoved, and he can wait to see how needy he can get Aventurine underneath him.
His own hands are soft and surprisingly callus-free. For all that the Trailblazer handles his bat and other weapons roughly, Caelus hasn't really been alive long enough to develop the telltale signs of a hard life; his body was recently constructed, so it's soft and perfect in its recent construction. But he leans in for another kiss, deliberately placing one over the tattoo on Aventurine's neck before slowly working his way downward. He uses his hands to move the man's layers of clothing aside. Pulls back so Aventurine can take everything off. The man has a pretty torso, beneath all his furs and feathers; Caelus leans in to lick and kiss his way lower and lower, past faded scars and toned abs down to the still-clothed cock that's demanding his attention.
He's more than happy to give it. Caelus works at the buttons and zipper of the senior manager's pristine white pants, focused wholly on the task. There are a lot of people who want to bring Aventurine down, but there are a lot of other people who'd get on their knees if a P45 told them to, too. And Caelus isn't the kind of person who's impressed by money — but here he is, in the same position as any other company slave. ]
Alright, then. I'll take you on.
[ He licks his lips to get them soft and ready. Pulls Aventurine's cock out of his pants, as unceremoniously as if he's done this a hundred times before. (He has, but not that many — they've hooked up maybe a handful of times before this, but it's so hot and electrifying, each and every time, that it feels like they've been doing this for much longer.)
He knows he needs to stop doing this, but then Aventurine just has such a nice cock. Smooth and satisfying, flushed and pretty. He takes the tip into his mouth, licking it without an ounce of hesitation, weighing it on the flat of his tongue. He drags his lips up and over the shaft, teasing, tasting. ]
If you get me to break, you can put that collar on me instead.
[ That's all the warning Aventurine will get before Caelus is sucking his dick in earnest, and make no mistake: Caelus is really, really good at blowjobs. He likes a bit of filth, and he doesn't have any shame. ]