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Oh — ah, ngh, Aventurine...

[ 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.

[offsuit]

[He can taste himself on Caelus' mouth and he doesn't mind, not really - instead, he licks in further into his mouth, allowing the sloppy kiss to make a mess of him. When Caelus pulls away, he doesn't move his hands from where Caelus left them and instead stares up at the other man, his chest heaving while he pulls off his clothing. He takes him in with greedy lilac eyes, desire plain in his expression. There's no chance of him backing out now, not when Caelus is acting like this, so cute yet so strong above him.

Aventurine rolls his hips upward once, experimental, trying to just make him get a move on it already - he's already come, he should be settling in after this, but seeing how much Caelus aches for him is quite the turn-on.]

I like making you say it.

[He says, his mouth quirking back into his customary smile.]

You want to fuck me, Caelus? You want to get between my thighs and let me give you a show? Or - I need a minute or two, but I'd let you ride me, if you wanted.

[It comes out of his mouth, low and dirty, the words sounding filthy in his mouth unlike the rest of his slippery, eloquent language.]

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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. ]

I just — I just want you. So damn bad.

[offsuit]

[He doesn't protest. His legs part when Caelus drags his hands down against pale skin, allowing Caelus to look at him, to press his fingers against him, to do whatever he wants. His body is still sensitive, he still shifts a little and gasps when Caelus first breeches him, but he's not exactly a blushing virgin. Still, it feels different like this, in bed with someone who is as earnest and genuine as the other man, and Aventurine tips his head back to look at him, watch him as he works.]

I don't think you can hurt me. Don't worry.

[He means it in the many ways that Caelus does - a little fingering, even shoving a cock inside of him a bit too quick... well, it would be uncomfortable, but part of him enjoys the stretch. But the rest of it? Aventurine is made of stone, his heart solid and unbeating. He loves Caelus as much as he's able to, but he feels inside of him, a great void that spans beyond the depths of the universe. Nothing can cross it, nothing can break it, nothing could possibly get through far enough to hurt him.

Aventurine smiles though, reaching a hand out toward his arm, tracing his fingertips up his shoulder, drawing him forward.]

You have me.

[He reassures quietly, in a tone that he's used a dozen times before to reassure a dozen other people - though none quite as cute as him, none quite as well-meaning or sweet. Aventurine leans up just a little, tipping his chin up, watching as Caelus works his fingers.]

How about a kiss, darling?

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[ Does it matter? Does it matter if Aventurine can't feel anything? If Caelus feels so much that he thinks he might be able to breach the canyon of Aventurine's self-disconnect with the depth of his love alone? Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't; maybe he's stupid enough to convince himself that he can make a difference, or maybe he's just another mark caught in Aventurine's snare. Maybe, at the end of this adventure, he'll be left cold and alone on the Express again, surrounded by his friends and family, who will never understand how the man they once called Aventurine made him feel.

In the moment, at least, he's not thinking about this. He's watching Aventurine for every possible reaction, anxious and attentive in the same measure, moving his fingers with frantic yet careful need. He wants more of them, those sweet, sensitive reactions; he wants to find out exactly what will make Aventurine feel good, wants to know what will make the man come, wants to watch him come more than he wants to come himself. (And Caelus wants to come desperately.) He's trying so hard, but in a way, Aventurine having more experience than he does makes his all somewhat worse; the blond's reactions are all so subtle that he's not sure he's doing anything to please him at all.

How fortunate, then, that Aventurine dangles the promise of a kiss in front of him to distract him instead. Caelus seizes upon it almost apologetically, kissing sweetly and gently, practically nibbling at his bottom lip, entwining their tongues together in slow and sloppy bliss.

Caelus feels like he's sinking into paradise.

Then he decides — with truly herculean resolve — that he's not going to feel this pathetic anymore.

Aventurine feels about ready enough, and maybe Caelus's fingers just aren't enough to please him. Taking a shuddering breath, the Trailblazer extracts his fingers from Aventurine's warm, pliant hole; he takes a little bit of a moment to line himself up properly, wrapping his arms around the man's thighs, pushing slowly in — ]

Tell me if I need to stop...

[ He doesn't actually stop, though. Not unless Aventurine tells him to. His hips push deeper and deeper and deeper until he's hilted all the way in, breath shaking, mind swimming with the dizzying understanding that the beautiful creature beneath him is his to claim, to fuck, to ruin. His, his, all his —

But Caelus doesn't want to ruin him. Caelus wants to see him swimming in ecstasy.

He's shaking from head to toe at this point with how badly he's trying not to come, but even so, Caelus kisses Aventurine one more time, moving his hips experimentally, trying to figure out what the man likes best — ]

Tell me... how you like it. [ So good, so good, so fucking good, hot and wet and tight and — he can't think — ] Hard and fast? Or... slow and gentle?