[ It's so damn good. So damn satisfying to watch Aventurine's mask slip a little, watch him fall apart under the hot wet needy heat of Caelus's mouth. That soft, broken moan — does he sound like that for everyone who does this to him? The hand in Caelus's hair, tugging the dark grey strands taut — is he rough like that with everyone who sucks him off?
Caelus wonders, but he doesn't care. It'd be the same even if he was just another replaceable mouth to be used for a night and then thrown away. (Wouldn't it?) Aventurine tastes bitter and salty and it should be disgusting, but Caelus puts a lot of disgusting things into his mouth anyway, so he drinks Aventurine down like he loves this, too. Sucks him clean, swallowing every last drop, even slurps a bit long after he's gone dry so that he can make sure he's gotten everything. Aventurine can pay someone to do this, but there's no amount of money that can get him what Caelus brings — want, real and unfettered desire, with a hint of longing and care beneath.
The Trailblazer's rock-hard when he resurfaces, and a little dizzy from how aroused he feels, too. His cock has never felt bigger and heavier between his legs, but even so, as he stands and presses Aventurine down against the bed, he's still not even touching himself. ]
...See? I know what you want.
[ He says this even though his own gaze is absolutely burning with need. So aroused, aroused to the point that his cheeks are flushed and his brows have furrowed a little with how badly his cock needs attention. He wants to lean down and kiss Aventurine, but his mouth is still full of the taste of his cock; uncertainly, Caelus licks his lips, bracketing Aventurine's body with his own, trying to pin his wrists down. ]
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Caelus wonders, but he doesn't care. It'd be the same even if he was just another replaceable mouth to be used for a night and then thrown away. (Wouldn't it?) Aventurine tastes bitter and salty and it should be disgusting, but Caelus puts a lot of disgusting things into his mouth anyway, so he drinks Aventurine down like he loves this, too. Sucks him clean, swallowing every last drop, even slurps a bit long after he's gone dry so that he can make sure he's gotten everything. Aventurine can pay someone to do this, but there's no amount of money that can get him what Caelus brings — want, real and unfettered desire, with a hint of longing and care beneath.
The Trailblazer's rock-hard when he resurfaces, and a little dizzy from how aroused he feels, too. His cock has never felt bigger and heavier between his legs, but even so, as he stands and presses Aventurine down against the bed, he's still not even touching himself. ]
...See? I know what you want.
[ He says this even though his own gaze is absolutely burning with need. So aroused, aroused to the point that his cheeks are flushed and his brows have furrowed a little with how badly his cock needs attention. He wants to lean down and kiss Aventurine, but his mouth is still full of the taste of his cock; uncertainly, Caelus licks his lips, bracketing Aventurine's body with his own, trying to pin his wrists down. ]
You like being taken care of. And I win the bet.