[ It really is sinful, how much he likes this. What Caelus lacks in refinement, he more than makes up for in sheer enthusiasm; he's so insistent about bobbing and moving his head back and forth that he forgets to breathe, and when he has to come up for air, Aventurine might just hear him moan more softly before his lips have taken the man's cock again and he's working the man's shaft with all the tongue and throat he can manage.
The praise feels good. The attention feels good. Part of the reason he chose to do this first was exactly because he knows Aventurine can't touch him like this; he wants to get the blond off first, in part because he knows that Aventurine is much more poised to take him by the leash than he is poised to take Aventurine's, out of a soft heart if nothing else, and this is his own way of setting the power boundaries straight. He likes being called a good boy, but he's not willing, yet, to be Aventurine's good boy specifically. So damn patronizing. So damn frustrating.
Aventurine's cock is all he wants in the moment. It really is like he's starving, like he can't get enough, like Aventurine's pleasure is all the nourishment he'll ever need. He's not even jerking himself off as he works the man's long, pretty shaft; he's got both hands firmly resting on the P45's thighs, and the whole of his attention is on moving back and forth, lavishing him with sinful, wet heat. A slightly crazed part of Caelus thinks that he, too, might like nothing more than to do this for the rest of his life, just be a nice wet mouth for Aventurine to use and get off on.
Caelus really won't stop unless Aventurine tells him to, or that grip in his pretty silver hair jerks his head back. If not, he'll suck and slurp and whimper in sloppy ways until the blond fills his mouth with hot cum he can drink down in a way where he won't even need to come up from it. ]
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The praise feels good. The attention feels good. Part of the reason he chose to do this first was exactly because he knows Aventurine can't touch him like this; he wants to get the blond off first, in part because he knows that Aventurine is much more poised to take him by the leash than he is poised to take Aventurine's, out of a soft heart if nothing else, and this is his own way of setting the power boundaries straight. He likes being called a good boy, but he's not willing, yet, to be Aventurine's good boy specifically. So damn patronizing. So damn frustrating.
Aventurine's cock is all he wants in the moment. It really is like he's starving, like he can't get enough, like Aventurine's pleasure is all the nourishment he'll ever need. He's not even jerking himself off as he works the man's long, pretty shaft; he's got both hands firmly resting on the P45's thighs, and the whole of his attention is on moving back and forth, lavishing him with sinful, wet heat. A slightly crazed part of Caelus thinks that he, too, might like nothing more than to do this for the rest of his life, just be a nice wet mouth for Aventurine to use and get off on.
Caelus really won't stop unless Aventurine tells him to, or that grip in his pretty silver hair jerks his head back. If not, he'll suck and slurp and whimper in sloppy ways until the blond fills his mouth with hot cum he can drink down in a way where he won't even need to come up from it. ]