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That's very kind of you, Caelus. What do you think you would get her?
I thought about getting her something from outside of Jarilo-VI, but she seems pretty interested in the ecological preservation of the Snow Plains, so...
I don't know. I guess I'll just poke around in the Snow Plains until I see something that'll make her happy.
I don't know. I guess I'll just poke around in the Snow Plains until I see something that'll make her happy.
( before overflow! )
[ Ever since Caelus gained consciousness, he's been burning with this vague, implacable need for affection. He has friends on the Express, of course — fellow Trailblazers who have become close enough to him to be his family — but it's never enough, somehow. He's never satisfied. Maybe it's because the only "mother" figure he's ever had is a sociopathic, internationally renowned criminal; maybe it's because all his memories of her have technically been wiped, cleaning his mind of answers for how she treated him, leaving him only the way that she made him feel.
But: Caelus's mommy issues aren't really the point. The problem is that he'd do anything for love, even though he knows this isn't the right place to seek it. He knows, but there's no one else, and nothing better, and if letting Aventurine close to his body helps sate the empty void in his heart for even a minute, he'll do it. He has nothing to lose.
(That sense of perpetual greed — maybe it's the Stellaron, really. Maybe it's his fault for not being more in control.)
Anyway. He shows up to the hotel room in a few minutes, as promised; he expected to have to wait, because Aventurine can be a bit of a dick sometimes, and also has a very busy schedule. To his surprise, though, the man is here before him. Caelus blinks at the doorway, stowing his room card back into his pocket. The expression on his face is hard to read. ]
You're here early.
[ He takes off his jacket, first thing. Drapes his coat over the back of a random armchair in the suite. The white top he wears underneath is sleeveless; the black tanktop he wears peeks out from underneath, and the expanse of his muscular, bare arms contrast against his gloves.
Walking over to the bed, Caelus looks down at Aventurine with an emotion he's restraining too desperately to identify. That's all there is on his face now — the furrowed brows, the restraint. He reaches out to touch Aventurine's jaw, tipping the man's devilishly handsome features up towards his own. ]
...Thought you'd make me wait.
[ Ever since Caelus gained consciousness, he's been burning with this vague, implacable need for affection. He has friends on the Express, of course — fellow Trailblazers who have become close enough to him to be his family — but it's never enough, somehow. He's never satisfied. Maybe it's because the only "mother" figure he's ever had is a sociopathic, internationally renowned criminal; maybe it's because all his memories of her have technically been wiped, cleaning his mind of answers for how she treated him, leaving him only the way that she made him feel.
But: Caelus's mommy issues aren't really the point. The problem is that he'd do anything for love, even though he knows this isn't the right place to seek it. He knows, but there's no one else, and nothing better, and if letting Aventurine close to his body helps sate the empty void in his heart for even a minute, he'll do it. He has nothing to lose.
(That sense of perpetual greed — maybe it's the Stellaron, really. Maybe it's his fault for not being more in control.)
Anyway. He shows up to the hotel room in a few minutes, as promised; he expected to have to wait, because Aventurine can be a bit of a dick sometimes, and also has a very busy schedule. To his surprise, though, the man is here before him. Caelus blinks at the doorway, stowing his room card back into his pocket. The expression on his face is hard to read. ]
You're here early.
[ He takes off his jacket, first thing. Drapes his coat over the back of a random armchair in the suite. The white top he wears underneath is sleeveless; the black tanktop he wears peeks out from underneath, and the expanse of his muscular, bare arms contrast against his gloves.
Walking over to the bed, Caelus looks down at Aventurine with an emotion he's restraining too desperately to identify. That's all there is on his face now — the furrowed brows, the restraint. He reaches out to touch Aventurine's jaw, tipping the man's devilishly handsome features up towards his own. ]
...Thought you'd make me wait.
Edited 2024-01-28 04:35 (UTC)
[He doesn't look up when the door opens. He feels Caelus watching him but doesn't give him the pleasure of having his undivided attention - instead, Aventurine continues writing an email on his phone, his thumbs tapping at the screen. Caelus speaks and he still doesn't acknowledge him at first, until the other man forces his hand, tilting his chin up, forcing him to look at him.
Aventurine slowly and without looking, clicks the button to put his phone to sleep and slips it back into his pocket, his head tilted up toward Caelus, unreadable as ever.]
I was in the area.
[It's the truth, but it almost seems like a lie, the way he says it. He tips his head in Caelus' grip, his cheek rubbing up against his thumb, and he moves to kiss it, tongue just barely peeking out to lick at the skin of his finger, to taste him. Aventurine doesn't want things for himself - he isn't allowed that luxury - and he acts accordingly, always aloof, always like he could just calmly get up and leave whenever the whim strikes him.
Wanting things makes you vulnerable. Vulnerable people get manipulated and torn to shreds.
Still.]
You've caught me at a rare time when I could clear my schedule for a few hours. [He winks and tilts his head back, like a lazy cat sunning itself in the heat of Caelus' desire. The movement does a good job of showing his pale throat, dipping into the collared shirt he wears, the splash of the tattoo on the side of his neck. His legs part, allowing Caelus forward, between them.]
Lucky you.
Aventurine slowly and without looking, clicks the button to put his phone to sleep and slips it back into his pocket, his head tilted up toward Caelus, unreadable as ever.]
I was in the area.
[It's the truth, but it almost seems like a lie, the way he says it. He tips his head in Caelus' grip, his cheek rubbing up against his thumb, and he moves to kiss it, tongue just barely peeking out to lick at the skin of his finger, to taste him. Aventurine doesn't want things for himself - he isn't allowed that luxury - and he acts accordingly, always aloof, always like he could just calmly get up and leave whenever the whim strikes him.
Wanting things makes you vulnerable. Vulnerable people get manipulated and torn to shreds.
Still.]
You've caught me at a rare time when I could clear my schedule for a few hours. [He winks and tilts his head back, like a lazy cat sunning itself in the heat of Caelus' desire. The movement does a good job of showing his pale throat, dipping into the collared shirt he wears, the splash of the tattoo on the side of his neck. His legs part, allowing Caelus forward, between them.]
Lucky you.
Wow. I'm so honored, Mr. Aventurine, sir.
[ The Trailblazer scoffs in sarcastic disdain, but that doesn't stop him from lowering his mouth until it's pressed against the column of Aventurine's exposed throat. His kisses are slow, lingering. There's too much of his need in them; it's too obvious how much he's craved this. He lets his lips hover over the blond's fluttering pulse, as if to savor the feeling of the man's cool, soft skin against his, and then he moves them back up again, pressing their mouths together. Sweet at first, then more, and then more. Each kiss gets progressively hungrier, over and over, until at last he's caught Aventurine in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue slipping past the "investment manager's" to tease the sensitive, wet inside of his mouth.
He knows he's showing too much of his hand. That it's too obvious how much he wants Aventurine; that he's showing exactly how vulnerable he is, exactly how soft. Caelus looks strong, but Aventurine could break his fragile heart with a passing thought. It doesn't matter. He also knows that pain is only ever temporary. He can't be torn to shreds because he knows how to put himself together when he's broken. ]
...Guess that means — [ a sigh, a shift, and then he's pushing Aventurine down into the bed, slotting their legs together so that his knee is pressing ever so delicately against the blond's groin ] — that we've got hours to have sex.
[ Was it a lie? That he was just "in the area"? Or did he rush over as soon as possible, all so that he could sit back and play the cold fish while Caelus pants over him like a dog?
Caelus doesn't want to think about it. He traces his hand around the perimeter of the open spade on Aventurine's chest, admiring the curves of his pecs there. ]
Do your higher-ups in the IPC know you skip work to fuck me?
[ The Trailblazer scoffs in sarcastic disdain, but that doesn't stop him from lowering his mouth until it's pressed against the column of Aventurine's exposed throat. His kisses are slow, lingering. There's too much of his need in them; it's too obvious how much he's craved this. He lets his lips hover over the blond's fluttering pulse, as if to savor the feeling of the man's cool, soft skin against his, and then he moves them back up again, pressing their mouths together. Sweet at first, then more, and then more. Each kiss gets progressively hungrier, over and over, until at last he's caught Aventurine in a passionate, heated kiss, his tongue slipping past the "investment manager's" to tease the sensitive, wet inside of his mouth.
He knows he's showing too much of his hand. That it's too obvious how much he wants Aventurine; that he's showing exactly how vulnerable he is, exactly how soft. Caelus looks strong, but Aventurine could break his fragile heart with a passing thought. It doesn't matter. He also knows that pain is only ever temporary. He can't be torn to shreds because he knows how to put himself together when he's broken. ]
...Guess that means — [ a sigh, a shift, and then he's pushing Aventurine down into the bed, slotting their legs together so that his knee is pressing ever so delicately against the blond's groin ] — that we've got hours to have sex.
[ Was it a lie? That he was just "in the area"? Or did he rush over as soon as possible, all so that he could sit back and play the cold fish while Caelus pants over him like a dog?
Caelus doesn't want to think about it. He traces his hand around the perimeter of the open spade on Aventurine's chest, admiring the curves of his pecs there. ]
Do your higher-ups in the IPC know you skip work to fuck me?
[He exhales at the wet heat of his mouth and tongue, staring up glassy-eyed toward the ceiling above him. Caelus' passion feels like a flame, the kind of thing that he's always been drawn to but never truly felt. Aventurine is the man who lowers his hand over the candle and never gets burned, watching as he dazzles everyone in the room with his ability to drag his fingers through an open fire and come out on the other end, right as rain.
He doesn't get hurt. He knows the tricks to protect himself.
When Caelus kisses him, he returns it, tilting his head to deepen it, feeling all of Caelus' hunger and leaning up into him, eager for more. Aventurine is careful, always keeping himself in an ironclad control, never allowing himself to want too much or beg too hard with his body.
Instead, he leans back when he's pushed, spreading his legs further to allow Caelus' knee to nudge up against him - ah, that feels good. Aventurine lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction, lifting one of his arms to sling it loosely around the other man's shoulders.]
Are you gonna report me to my boss? Seems counterproductive.
[Cheeky. Aventurine lays back against the bed then, hair splayed out on the mattress as he looks at Caelus above him. Like this, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest and against the other man's fingers, still very much alive, despite how artificial he can seem.
With his free hand, he digs around a bit in his coat, reaching for an inside pocket before pulling out a thin, flat box. It's a fancy thing, brilliant green and velvet, and he offers it flippantly to Caelus, as if it's no more than a cheap card.
Inside, of course, nestled on velvet, is the collar and leash he'd described in his texts. He wasn't kidding, either: the delicate goldwork and inlay of the stones are second to none. It's an extravagant piece, even if it's more suited to a dog than a human.]
I never got a clear answer, [he murmurs, his piercing eyes on Caelus. Calculating. Unreadable.] What you'd do.
He doesn't get hurt. He knows the tricks to protect himself.
When Caelus kisses him, he returns it, tilting his head to deepen it, feeling all of Caelus' hunger and leaning up into him, eager for more. Aventurine is careful, always keeping himself in an ironclad control, never allowing himself to want too much or beg too hard with his body.
Instead, he leans back when he's pushed, spreading his legs further to allow Caelus' knee to nudge up against him - ah, that feels good. Aventurine lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction, lifting one of his arms to sling it loosely around the other man's shoulders.]
Are you gonna report me to my boss? Seems counterproductive.
[Cheeky. Aventurine lays back against the bed then, hair splayed out on the mattress as he looks at Caelus above him. Like this, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest and against the other man's fingers, still very much alive, despite how artificial he can seem.
With his free hand, he digs around a bit in his coat, reaching for an inside pocket before pulling out a thin, flat box. It's a fancy thing, brilliant green and velvet, and he offers it flippantly to Caelus, as if it's no more than a cheap card.
Inside, of course, nestled on velvet, is the collar and leash he'd described in his texts. He wasn't kidding, either: the delicate goldwork and inlay of the stones are second to none. It's an extravagant piece, even if it's more suited to a dog than a human.]
I never got a clear answer, [he murmurs, his piercing eyes on Caelus. Calculating. Unreadable.] What you'd do.
To be honest, she has seen so much of what the Snow Plains have to offer that bringing her something from a different world might be the right call. The only reason she hasn't ventured further is because she didn't realize there was anywhere further to go until recently.
I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to join the Express full-time one day.
[ Both his sisters are like this... but to be honest, he thinks that Lynx would do so for the right reasons, as hard as it would be to watch her go. ]
I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to join the Express full-time one day.
[ Both his sisters are like this... but to be honest, he thinks that Lynx would do so for the right reasons, as hard as it would be to watch her go. ]
[ It really is beautiful.
It's the kind of beautiful thing that Caelus feels he has no business handling. He's handsome, he knows that much, but he's not really the sort of creature that someone would call beautiful. He's coarse, he's thick, he's broad. (In reality, he's maybe not any of these things, but his self-perception isn't really where it needs to be.) Aventurine is beautiful, too, but for a moment, Caelus ignores the beautiful way that the man is spilled out on the bed to admire the way the golden collar sparkles and refracts light through its emeralds beneath the suite's designer lighting. ]
...
[ He'd look good with it. He'd look really, really good with it. Stripped naked, breathing hard. A "product of the IPC" to be enjoyed by a special guest.
The thought of him laid out like a whore makes Caelus's cock throb, but — even so — he only takes the collar out of the box, and then sets it in the sheets above his head, out of Aventurine's reach. Then he leans down, and claims Aventurine's lips in another kiss.
If that's what he wants, he'll have to earn it. Caelus doesn't actually want to hurt him, not in the moment, at least.
What Caelus wants is just another impossible dream in Penacony: to fall in love and be loved in turn. But that's a stupid thing to want, and he knows it. Aventurine could shatter the fantasy just as easily as sinking his teeth into the Trailblazer's bottom lip as it moves against his mouth. ]
It's the kind of beautiful thing that Caelus feels he has no business handling. He's handsome, he knows that much, but he's not really the sort of creature that someone would call beautiful. He's coarse, he's thick, he's broad. (In reality, he's maybe not any of these things, but his self-perception isn't really where it needs to be.) Aventurine is beautiful, too, but for a moment, Caelus ignores the beautiful way that the man is spilled out on the bed to admire the way the golden collar sparkles and refracts light through its emeralds beneath the suite's designer lighting. ]
...
[ He'd look good with it. He'd look really, really good with it. Stripped naked, breathing hard. A "product of the IPC" to be enjoyed by a special guest.
The thought of him laid out like a whore makes Caelus's cock throb, but — even so — he only takes the collar out of the box, and then sets it in the sheets above his head, out of Aventurine's reach. Then he leans down, and claims Aventurine's lips in another kiss.
If that's what he wants, he'll have to earn it. Caelus doesn't actually want to hurt him, not in the moment, at least.
What Caelus wants is just another impossible dream in Penacony: to fall in love and be loved in turn. But that's a stupid thing to want, and he knows it. Aventurine could shatter the fantasy just as easily as sinking his teeth into the Trailblazer's bottom lip as it moves against his mouth. ]
[Caelus doesn't get angry. He doesn't use the offered power as an immediate way to gain control and have him at his feet like a whore. Instead he looks... almost sad as he removes the collar and places it above his head. Part of Aventurine bristles, sensitive to the perceived pity, but - this isn't that. It's something else entirely.
No one would hesitate to collar him. He's fairly certain that it'd be the wildest dreams of a few P44s to put him in his place. He's heard the jokes that even his higher ups have made about him, laughed along to a few of them.
But Caelus doesn't immediately jump at the chance, nor does he seem to want to shame him for daring to suggest it in the first place. The way he sets it aside - not something to be forgotten about, but maybe something to revisit later - and kisses him instead unseats something in Aventurine's heart, but he's not sure if he can give it a name.
Instead, he reaches his hands up between them, tugging at the fastenings of his vest and then his collared shirt. He squirms a little but tries not to break the kiss as he exposes his own chest and stomach underneath Caelus' warmth. He can't get the sleeves off, not yet, and so he lays there beneath him, glassy-eyed and flushed with his shirt open, exposing pale skin beneath.
And he's - not without scars, though he doesn't have as many as a fighter would. All of them are old, faded, from before his corporate life.
Finally, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, hitching his leg up on the bed to get some leverage, rock his hips down to rub his clothed cock against Caelus' knee.]
Bet you come before me.
No one would hesitate to collar him. He's fairly certain that it'd be the wildest dreams of a few P44s to put him in his place. He's heard the jokes that even his higher ups have made about him, laughed along to a few of them.
But Caelus doesn't immediately jump at the chance, nor does he seem to want to shame him for daring to suggest it in the first place. The way he sets it aside - not something to be forgotten about, but maybe something to revisit later - and kisses him instead unseats something in Aventurine's heart, but he's not sure if he can give it a name.
Instead, he reaches his hands up between them, tugging at the fastenings of his vest and then his collared shirt. He squirms a little but tries not to break the kiss as he exposes his own chest and stomach underneath Caelus' warmth. He can't get the sleeves off, not yet, and so he lays there beneath him, glassy-eyed and flushed with his shirt open, exposing pale skin beneath.
And he's - not without scars, though he doesn't have as many as a fighter would. All of them are old, faded, from before his corporate life.
Finally, he breaks the kiss with a gasp, hitching his leg up on the bed to get some leverage, rock his hips down to rub his clothed cock against Caelus' knee.]
Bet you come before me.
Is that your way of asking me to get you off first? Slut.
[ Caelus's voice is low and heated as he slides his hands over Aventurine's body, tracing curves of muscle and faded scars. The needy little rocking movements against his knee are very welcome; they make him hum in idle contemplation, as if he's thoroughly unmoved, and he can wait to see how needy he can get Aventurine underneath him.
His own hands are soft and surprisingly callus-free. For all that the Trailblazer handles his bat and other weapons roughly, Caelus hasn't really been alive long enough to develop the telltale signs of a hard life; his body was recently constructed, so it's soft and perfect in its recent construction. But he leans in for another kiss, deliberately placing one over the tattoo on Aventurine's neck before slowly working his way downward. He uses his hands to move the man's layers of clothing aside. Pulls back so Aventurine can take everything off. The man has a pretty torso, beneath all his furs and feathers; Caelus leans in to lick and kiss his way lower and lower, past faded scars and toned abs down to the still-clothed cock that's demanding his attention.
He's more than happy to give it. Caelus works at the buttons and zipper of the senior manager's pristine white pants, focused wholly on the task. There are a lot of people who want to bring Aventurine down, but there are a lot of other people who'd get on their knees if a P45 told them to, too. And Caelus isn't the kind of person who's impressed by money — but here he is, in the same position as any other company slave. ]
Alright, then. I'll take you on.
[ He licks his lips to get them soft and ready. Pulls Aventurine's cock out of his pants, as unceremoniously as if he's done this a hundred times before. (He has, but not that many — they've hooked up maybe a handful of times before this, but it's so hot and electrifying, each and every time, that it feels like they've been doing this for much longer.)
He knows he needs to stop doing this, but then Aventurine just has such a nice cock. Smooth and satisfying, flushed and pretty. He takes the tip into his mouth, licking it without an ounce of hesitation, weighing it on the flat of his tongue. He drags his lips up and over the shaft, teasing, tasting. ]
If you get me to break, you can put that collar on me instead.
[ That's all the warning Aventurine will get before Caelus is sucking his dick in earnest, and make no mistake: Caelus is really, really good at blowjobs. He likes a bit of filth, and he doesn't have any shame. ]
[ Caelus's voice is low and heated as he slides his hands over Aventurine's body, tracing curves of muscle and faded scars. The needy little rocking movements against his knee are very welcome; they make him hum in idle contemplation, as if he's thoroughly unmoved, and he can wait to see how needy he can get Aventurine underneath him.
His own hands are soft and surprisingly callus-free. For all that the Trailblazer handles his bat and other weapons roughly, Caelus hasn't really been alive long enough to develop the telltale signs of a hard life; his body was recently constructed, so it's soft and perfect in its recent construction. But he leans in for another kiss, deliberately placing one over the tattoo on Aventurine's neck before slowly working his way downward. He uses his hands to move the man's layers of clothing aside. Pulls back so Aventurine can take everything off. The man has a pretty torso, beneath all his furs and feathers; Caelus leans in to lick and kiss his way lower and lower, past faded scars and toned abs down to the still-clothed cock that's demanding his attention.
He's more than happy to give it. Caelus works at the buttons and zipper of the senior manager's pristine white pants, focused wholly on the task. There are a lot of people who want to bring Aventurine down, but there are a lot of other people who'd get on their knees if a P45 told them to, too. And Caelus isn't the kind of person who's impressed by money — but here he is, in the same position as any other company slave. ]
Alright, then. I'll take you on.
[ He licks his lips to get them soft and ready. Pulls Aventurine's cock out of his pants, as unceremoniously as if he's done this a hundred times before. (He has, but not that many — they've hooked up maybe a handful of times before this, but it's so hot and electrifying, each and every time, that it feels like they've been doing this for much longer.)
He knows he needs to stop doing this, but then Aventurine just has such a nice cock. Smooth and satisfying, flushed and pretty. He takes the tip into his mouth, licking it without an ounce of hesitation, weighing it on the flat of his tongue. He drags his lips up and over the shaft, teasing, tasting. ]
If you get me to break, you can put that collar on me instead.
[ That's all the warning Aventurine will get before Caelus is sucking his dick in earnest, and make no mistake: Caelus is really, really good at blowjobs. He likes a bit of filth, and he doesn't have any shame. ]
Edited 2024-01-30 21:49 (UTC)
Hmm... Maybe something from the Xianzhou, then. A flower, or a plant.
She'd make a good Trailblazer. But you never know. Serval chose Belobog in the end, too.
She'd make a good Trailblazer. But you never know. Serval chose Belobog in the end, too.
She would love it. Just ensure it's the type of plant that can endure the cold. She might even try to cultivate it here.
True, Serval did, but Lynx has always had exploration in her blood. And once a Landau gets set on something, well...
True, Serval did, but Lynx has always had exploration in her blood. And once a Landau gets set on something, well...
I thought you would know already. It's the desire to keep Belobog and its people safe.
Just wanted to see how you'd put it.
What's in Serval's blood?
What's in Serval's blood?
And how can I get you to break when you're - ah - all the way down there?
[Aventurine has a few ideas, but honestly, it seems unfair with Caelus on his knees and pressing his tongue against him like this. He goes at Aventurine's cock like a starving man at a feast and it's just good. It's luxurious, like having a nice attendant, like having someone around to perfectly fill the needs he has, and Aventurine wishes he could keep him around a little longer, steal him from the express, make this his sole purpose...
There's others he could get to do this job. He knows all too well how easily people can be bought and sold for this sort of thing. But Caelus is the whole package: powerful, beautiful, and enthusiastic. Owning him would be richer than anything else Aventurine could care to obtain.
Still... sometimes things are all the sweeter because you can't have them. He thinks that this is one of those things and so he takes careful time to appreciate it, his fingers carding through Caelus' hair, gripping at it, guiding him forward.]
Use your tongue... that's right. [He exhales slowly, legs spreading a bit more to urge him on. Caelus is good at this, enough that it makes Aventurine want to sink into it and think of nothing but the wet heat of his mouth.]
What a good boy.
[It's smooth, patronizing, and his thumb strokes down Caelus' cheek, traces the edge of his jaw.]
My good boy.
[Aventurine has a few ideas, but honestly, it seems unfair with Caelus on his knees and pressing his tongue against him like this. He goes at Aventurine's cock like a starving man at a feast and it's just good. It's luxurious, like having a nice attendant, like having someone around to perfectly fill the needs he has, and Aventurine wishes he could keep him around a little longer, steal him from the express, make this his sole purpose...
There's others he could get to do this job. He knows all too well how easily people can be bought and sold for this sort of thing. But Caelus is the whole package: powerful, beautiful, and enthusiastic. Owning him would be richer than anything else Aventurine could care to obtain.
Still... sometimes things are all the sweeter because you can't have them. He thinks that this is one of those things and so he takes careful time to appreciate it, his fingers carding through Caelus' hair, gripping at it, guiding him forward.]
Use your tongue... that's right. [He exhales slowly, legs spreading a bit more to urge him on. Caelus is good at this, enough that it makes Aventurine want to sink into it and think of nothing but the wet heat of his mouth.]
What a good boy.
[It's smooth, patronizing, and his thumb strokes down Caelus' cheek, traces the edge of his jaw.]
My good boy.
[ It really is sinful, how much he likes this. What Caelus lacks in refinement, he more than makes up for in sheer enthusiasm; he's so insistent about bobbing and moving his head back and forth that he forgets to breathe, and when he has to come up for air, Aventurine might just hear him moan more softly before his lips have taken the man's cock again and he's working the man's shaft with all the tongue and throat he can manage.
The praise feels good. The attention feels good. Part of the reason he chose to do this first was exactly because he knows Aventurine can't touch him like this; he wants to get the blond off first, in part because he knows that Aventurine is much more poised to take him by the leash than he is poised to take Aventurine's, out of a soft heart if nothing else, and this is his own way of setting the power boundaries straight. He likes being called a good boy, but he's not willing, yet, to be Aventurine's good boy specifically. So damn patronizing. So damn frustrating.
Aventurine's cock is all he wants in the moment. It really is like he's starving, like he can't get enough, like Aventurine's pleasure is all the nourishment he'll ever need. He's not even jerking himself off as he works the man's long, pretty shaft; he's got both hands firmly resting on the P45's thighs, and the whole of his attention is on moving back and forth, lavishing him with sinful, wet heat. A slightly crazed part of Caelus thinks that he, too, might like nothing more than to do this for the rest of his life, just be a nice wet mouth for Aventurine to use and get off on.
Caelus really won't stop unless Aventurine tells him to, or that grip in his pretty silver hair jerks his head back. If not, he'll suck and slurp and whimper in sloppy ways until the blond fills his mouth with hot cum he can drink down in a way where he won't even need to come up from it. ]
The praise feels good. The attention feels good. Part of the reason he chose to do this first was exactly because he knows Aventurine can't touch him like this; he wants to get the blond off first, in part because he knows that Aventurine is much more poised to take him by the leash than he is poised to take Aventurine's, out of a soft heart if nothing else, and this is his own way of setting the power boundaries straight. He likes being called a good boy, but he's not willing, yet, to be Aventurine's good boy specifically. So damn patronizing. So damn frustrating.
Aventurine's cock is all he wants in the moment. It really is like he's starving, like he can't get enough, like Aventurine's pleasure is all the nourishment he'll ever need. He's not even jerking himself off as he works the man's long, pretty shaft; he's got both hands firmly resting on the P45's thighs, and the whole of his attention is on moving back and forth, lavishing him with sinful, wet heat. A slightly crazed part of Caelus thinks that he, too, might like nothing more than to do this for the rest of his life, just be a nice wet mouth for Aventurine to use and get off on.
Caelus really won't stop unless Aventurine tells him to, or that grip in his pretty silver hair jerks his head back. If not, he'll suck and slurp and whimper in sloppy ways until the blond fills his mouth with hot cum he can drink down in a way where he won't even need to come up from it. ]
Edited (typo) 2024-02-13 00:48 (UTC)
( before overflow! )
I like it no matter how you say it.
But maybe more like... "you're gonna get cold, come here, baby."
I like it no matter how you say it.
But maybe more like... "you're gonna get cold, come here, baby."
[He groans, watching as Caelus fully dedicates himself to his task. It's a powerful feeling, to sit over a creature like this, someone so beautiful and strong, an enigma all unto himself. Aventurine wants to keep him around like this for longer, to force him to his knees and feel that enthusiasm. Most others aren't like that, most others treat dealings with him with a reserved edge - but Caelus throws his entire self into these little meetings and they're all the better for it.
Aventurine arches his back then, his fingers sliding up to catch in his hair again as wet sounds echo off of the walls of the dingy hotel room. He wants to fuck his face, wants to just slam him down against his hips, but he holds off - patience is key, and Aventurine is very good at waiting for what he wants.
Caelus is also good at taking him apart, it seems. He doesn't seem like he's going to stop, and Aventurine bites his lower lip and moans, his hips pressing upward just slightly while the other man does something absolutely sinful with his tongue. He does it again, and then again - the wet hot suction of his mouth overwhelming, more than Aventurine can handle.
He comes like that with a gasp that he tries to bite back, releasing his bitter seed into Caelus' mouth without warning. He keeps his hand in his hair, urges him to stay on his cock throughout it, to take it in his mouth and swallow it down. he won't force him if push comes to shove, but aeons, it is so nice to see him on his knees like that.]
Aventurine arches his back then, his fingers sliding up to catch in his hair again as wet sounds echo off of the walls of the dingy hotel room. He wants to fuck his face, wants to just slam him down against his hips, but he holds off - patience is key, and Aventurine is very good at waiting for what he wants.
Caelus is also good at taking him apart, it seems. He doesn't seem like he's going to stop, and Aventurine bites his lower lip and moans, his hips pressing upward just slightly while the other man does something absolutely sinful with his tongue. He does it again, and then again - the wet hot suction of his mouth overwhelming, more than Aventurine can handle.
He comes like that with a gasp that he tries to bite back, releasing his bitter seed into Caelus' mouth without warning. He keeps his hand in his hair, urges him to stay on his cock throughout it, to take it in his mouth and swallow it down. he won't force him if push comes to shove, but aeons, it is so nice to see him on his knees like that.]
[ 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. ]
You like being taken care of. And I win the bet.
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.
( before overflow! )
I'm not sure. I'll try it, though.
If you like it, I'll probably like it too.
I'm not sure. I'll try it, though.
If you like it, I'll probably like it too.
Edited 2024-02-27 14:31 (UTC)
I like those too. But you're right. Maybe not before bedtime.
[ a sugar-high march is a scary march... ]
Should I come over now?
[ a sugar-high march is a scary march... ]
Should I come over now?
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