And how can I get you to break when you're - ah - all the way down there?
[Aventurine has a few ideas, but honestly, it seems unfair with Caelus on his knees and pressing his tongue against him like this. He goes at Aventurine's cock like a starving man at a feast and it's just good. It's luxurious, like having a nice attendant, like having someone around to perfectly fill the needs he has, and Aventurine wishes he could keep him around a little longer, steal him from the express, make this his sole purpose...
There's others he could get to do this job. He knows all too well how easily people can be bought and sold for this sort of thing. But Caelus is the whole package: powerful, beautiful, and enthusiastic. Owning him would be richer than anything else Aventurine could care to obtain.
Still... sometimes things are all the sweeter because you can't have them. He thinks that this is one of those things and so he takes careful time to appreciate it, his fingers carding through Caelus' hair, gripping at it, guiding him forward.]
Use your tongue... that's right. [He exhales slowly, legs spreading a bit more to urge him on. Caelus is good at this, enough that it makes Aventurine want to sink into it and think of nothing but the wet heat of his mouth.]
What a good boy.
[It's smooth, patronizing, and his thumb strokes down Caelus' cheek, traces the edge of his jaw.]
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[Aventurine has a few ideas, but honestly, it seems unfair with Caelus on his knees and pressing his tongue against him like this. He goes at Aventurine's cock like a starving man at a feast and it's just good. It's luxurious, like having a nice attendant, like having someone around to perfectly fill the needs he has, and Aventurine wishes he could keep him around a little longer, steal him from the express, make this his sole purpose...
There's others he could get to do this job. He knows all too well how easily people can be bought and sold for this sort of thing. But Caelus is the whole package: powerful, beautiful, and enthusiastic. Owning him would be richer than anything else Aventurine could care to obtain.
Still... sometimes things are all the sweeter because you can't have them. He thinks that this is one of those things and so he takes careful time to appreciate it, his fingers carding through Caelus' hair, gripping at it, guiding him forward.]
Use your tongue... that's right. [He exhales slowly, legs spreading a bit more to urge him on. Caelus is good at this, enough that it makes Aventurine want to sink into it and think of nothing but the wet heat of his mouth.]
What a good boy.
[It's smooth, patronizing, and his thumb strokes down Caelus' cheek, traces the edge of his jaw.]
My good boy.