[ Caelus is so keyed up that everything feels too dizzying, too intense. That sly leg rubbed up against his groin grants him pleasure so potent that he groans and grips Aventurine's wrists a little harder just to steady himself. He's so hard, and he's aching so much, and he wants — he wants so much. It's less a want than a need. He's not sure how he wound up like this, so tamed, and so pathetic. He's on top and he should be winning but he feels like he's at Aventurine's mercy instead.
The lick to his mouth is an invitation, or at least he takes it as one. Unfettered and desperate, Caelus brings his mouth crashing down over Aventurine's pretty lips, kissing, sucking, entwining their tongues together. It's addictive, the sloppy wet pleasure resonating through his head and tingling down his spine, curling up like heat in the pit of his stomach, making his hot, heavy cock throb and ache and drip. So good, he just wants to kiss forever, if Aventurine just tugged him a little he'd spill all over those pretty hands —
Well. It's his own fault that Aventurine can't do that, right? Because he's got the man's wrists pinned down. What does he want, what does he want, what does he want? Caelus can't really form coherent thoughts. His grip falters a little, loosens a little. He wants to push Aventurine down, make him his. Wants to fuck him, but he's so aroused right now that he'd bust before even putting it in. The expression on his face — it's exquisite. So aroused and full of need and chasing Aventurine's every little touch.
He needs — he needs more of their clothes off. Aventurine's mostly disrobed at this point; it's him who's the problem, still dressed except for his discarded jacket. Swallowing hard, Caelus breaks the kiss so that he can sit up and pull his shirts off — white shirt, undershirt, both at the same time. He tosses them to the floor. Works his pants off, just as greedily; his cock is aching and flushed and red. ]
Don't be like that... [ It comes out sort of mumbled, ashamed. Caelus is surprisingly cute like this. ] You know what I want.
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[ Caelus is so keyed up that everything feels too dizzying, too intense. That sly leg rubbed up against his groin grants him pleasure so potent that he groans and grips Aventurine's wrists a little harder just to steady himself. He's so hard, and he's aching so much, and he wants — he wants so much. It's less a want than a need. He's not sure how he wound up like this, so tamed, and so pathetic. He's on top and he should be winning but he feels like he's at Aventurine's mercy instead.
The lick to his mouth is an invitation, or at least he takes it as one. Unfettered and desperate, Caelus brings his mouth crashing down over Aventurine's pretty lips, kissing, sucking, entwining their tongues together. It's addictive, the sloppy wet pleasure resonating through his head and tingling down his spine, curling up like heat in the pit of his stomach, making his hot, heavy cock throb and ache and drip. So good, he just wants to kiss forever, if Aventurine just tugged him a little he'd spill all over those pretty hands —
Well. It's his own fault that Aventurine can't do that, right? Because he's got the man's wrists pinned down. What does he want, what does he want, what does he want? Caelus can't really form coherent thoughts. His grip falters a little, loosens a little. He wants to push Aventurine down, make him his. Wants to fuck him, but he's so aroused right now that he'd bust before even putting it in. The expression on his face — it's exquisite. So aroused and full of need and chasing Aventurine's every little touch.
He needs — he needs more of their clothes off. Aventurine's mostly disrobed at this point; it's him who's the problem, still dressed except for his discarded jacket. Swallowing hard, Caelus breaks the kiss so that he can sit up and pull his shirts off — white shirt, undershirt, both at the same time. He tosses them to the floor. Works his pants off, just as greedily; his cock is aching and flushed and red. ]
Don't be like that... [ It comes out sort of mumbled, ashamed. Caelus is surprisingly cute like this. ] You know what I want.