( That smile, that ease with which he acts— it's all a taunt. It's as if nothing he's doing matters. As if this is just some song and dance for Aventurine, without a care in the world. As if Esikko has absolutely no control over the situation at all.
He can't have that. One of his ears flicks slightly in consideration, his hands shifting upwards to press his thumbs further into Aventurine's neck. When Esikko pulls back slightly, it looks like it's for a breath and nothing else. But when he presses back in, he seals their lips almost like a lock, and the trickling of blood trails metallic taste down Aventurine's tongue and throat. It's a considerable amount, enough that when Esikko does finally gasp back, there's red covering his mouth, staining his lips as he licks them.
It seems as simple as that for about a minute. Esikko kisses, alternating the pressure of his squeezing to keep things interesting. But then something forms from within Aventurine's throat. At first it's scratchy, an irritant— then it's filling, a bloom.
It's a special little rose, enough of an obstruction that it may cause him to choke without relief. Esikko's hands loosen because of it, parting from his kiss long enough to watch those eyes as the thorns begin to jostle against his insides, each and every prick of them causing both pain and arousal. More choking, speaking, or moving— they all mean more of it. And the rose seems positioned in just the right angle to make it difficult to breathe, threatening death without delivering. )
cw: uhhhh body horror? aphro? idk
He can't have that. One of his ears flicks slightly in consideration, his hands shifting upwards to press his thumbs further into Aventurine's neck. When Esikko pulls back slightly, it looks like it's for a breath and nothing else. But when he presses back in, he seals their lips almost like a lock, and the trickling of blood trails metallic taste down Aventurine's tongue and throat. It's a considerable amount, enough that when Esikko does finally gasp back, there's red covering his mouth, staining his lips as he licks them.
It seems as simple as that for about a minute. Esikko kisses, alternating the pressure of his squeezing to keep things interesting. But then something forms from within Aventurine's throat. At first it's scratchy, an irritant— then it's filling, a bloom.
It's a special little rose, enough of an obstruction that it may cause him to choke without relief. Esikko's hands loosen because of it, parting from his kiss long enough to watch those eyes as the thorns begin to jostle against his insides, each and every prick of them causing both pain and arousal. More choking, speaking, or moving— they all mean more of it. And the rose seems positioned in just the right angle to make it difficult to breathe, threatening death without delivering. )