Can I? [ He breathes this out, instantly, like he can't believe his luck, despite the fact that this isn't even the first time he's gotten Aventurine into bed. ] Really?
[ Aventurine talks about giving him a show and it makes his cock throb as he thinks, again, about how much he'd like that, even as he suspects he'll be lucky to even last ten seconds of Aventurie's attention right now. The Trailblazer's golden eyes speak of ravenous desire — not the kind that lurks behind the eyes of the IPC's top executives, or even their middle managers, scheming and burning with the need to claw their way to the top, but a different kind of need. Something more raw and desperate, like that of a man dying of thirst in the desert, looking down at the lush oasis of Aventurine's body. ]
I don't... wanna hurt you.
[ He licks his lips and says this, even as his hands skirt greedily between Aventurine's thighs. There's a lot of ways that he means this. The first, obviously, is that he's kind of big, and while Caelus doesn't think that he's Aventurine's first by a long shot, he doesn't know how much Aventurine may or may not actually like being penetrated. Maybe it hasn't been all that great for him, in the past. Maybe it'll bring up bad memories. Maybe he'll just chastise Caelus for even being arrogant enough to think that this might hurt him. Caelus doesn't know.
He thinks he might actually be able to forget how damn hard he feels right now, if he just concentrates on getting his slicked-up fingers into Aventurine's hole. Caelus can be a little clumsy most of the time, but not when it comes to this. Maybe he's too gentle with Aventurine. The blond seems like he's getting a bit impatient, but Caelus can't help it. When he sees things prettier than he is, he wants to treat them well. Delicately, like they might break. ]
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[ Aventurine talks about giving him a show and it makes his cock throb as he thinks, again, about how much he'd like that, even as he suspects he'll be lucky to even last ten seconds of Aventurie's attention right now. The Trailblazer's golden eyes speak of ravenous desire — not the kind that lurks behind the eyes of the IPC's top executives, or even their middle managers, scheming and burning with the need to claw their way to the top, but a different kind of need. Something more raw and desperate, like that of a man dying of thirst in the desert, looking down at the lush oasis of Aventurine's body. ]
I don't... wanna hurt you.
[ He licks his lips and says this, even as his hands skirt greedily between Aventurine's thighs. There's a lot of ways that he means this. The first, obviously, is that he's kind of big, and while Caelus doesn't think that he's Aventurine's first by a long shot, he doesn't know how much Aventurine may or may not actually like being penetrated. Maybe it hasn't been all that great for him, in the past. Maybe it'll bring up bad memories. Maybe he'll just chastise Caelus for even being arrogant enough to think that this might hurt him. Caelus doesn't know.
He thinks he might actually be able to forget how damn hard he feels right now, if he just concentrates on getting his slicked-up fingers into Aventurine's hole. Caelus can be a little clumsy most of the time, but not when it comes to this. Maybe he's too gentle with Aventurine. The blond seems like he's getting a bit impatient, but Caelus can't help it. When he sees things prettier than he is, he wants to treat them well. Delicately, like they might break. ]
I just — I just want you. So damn bad.