Hm.

[He doesn't mind losing - not when the game is so delightful - but to look at Caelus, you wouldn't think he's won at all. He looks needy, desperate, even though he'd just stuffed Aventurine's cock down his throat and licked up every drop of his spend. Caelus doesn't seem like he'll ever get enough, and Aventurine offers him a fond little smile, lifting a hand up to trace his thumb along the corner of his lip.

Aventurine doesn't get far before his wrists are grabbed and pushed back against the bed, his eyes lighting with a spark of interest at the sudden movement. He allows himself to be restrained, curious and interested in what Caelus will do with his prize.]

I don't know if we ever negotiated what you'd get if you win.

[He lifts his shoulders off of the bed briefly, just long enough to lick mockingly at Caelus' mouth before flopping back against the blankets, his leg lifting up to tuck between Caelus' thighs, rubbing lazily at his cock.]

Always agree to the terms before throwing the dice. What if I refuse to yield now?

[He won't - he's not going to, but that doesn't stop him from teasing it as he drags his thigh down again, offering him a slow and heavy pressure between his legs.]