( now that's a surprise, and not one aventurine minds severely. even blindfolded he would have recognized the taste of blood on his lips, forced down his throat as he still struggles for breath. a part of him worries that there's something else in there, that this is far more than just the simple exchange of blood, smeared on their lips. a more bold, reckless part of him doesn't care - he has full trust that his luck will keep him safe.
he doesn't expect anything that comes right after, though.
it starts much like an uncomfortable feeling that could easily go ignored. he would have blamed it on the way that esikko's hands wrap around his neck, the varying pressure on it, perhaps the disgusting feeling of blood on his throat that makes him want to scratch it. it worsens by the seconds, and if esikko had longed for a different, vulnerable expression of aventurine's face, well - there's certainly confusion in his eyes.
it begins with a hacked up cough, painful every time his throat strains. he chokes up, then coughs, reaches for his neck, coughs again. for all of aventurine's self-control - and he can almost hear jade in the back of his mind telling him to keep his emotions in place, never to show pain, never to show vulnerability -, his face contorts in pain, and he can tell he's starting to sweat. his ears fold back, and out of reflex, aventurine hides his left hand behind his back. still, and perhaps foolishly so, he attempts a laugh, though all it does is make him cough even more.
he can tell he's running out of air by the seconds, and worse still, he likes it. his right hand reaches for esikko's clothes, perhaps in want, perhaps as a plea. he's getting hard, weirdly enough. together with the natural fear of death, there's arousal and desire, though aventurine couldn't be able to quite tell what he really wants right now. he chokes up again, his mouth and shirt a wet mess of spit and saliva, but even when aventurine attempts a look at esi - he's still smiling, or certainly attempting to smile.
he can't die here. he can't. he can't, and yet, part of him nearly longs for it. )
yayy 💚
he doesn't expect anything that comes right after, though.
it starts much like an uncomfortable feeling that could easily go ignored. he would have blamed it on the way that esikko's hands wrap around his neck, the varying pressure on it, perhaps the disgusting feeling of blood on his throat that makes him want to scratch it. it worsens by the seconds, and if esikko had longed for a different, vulnerable expression of aventurine's face, well - there's certainly confusion in his eyes.
it begins with a hacked up cough, painful every time his throat strains. he chokes up, then coughs, reaches for his neck, coughs again. for all of aventurine's self-control - and he can almost hear jade in the back of his mind telling him to keep his emotions in place, never to show pain, never to show vulnerability -, his face contorts in pain, and he can tell he's starting to sweat. his ears fold back, and out of reflex, aventurine hides his left hand behind his back. still, and perhaps foolishly so, he attempts a laugh, though all it does is make him cough even more.
he can tell he's running out of air by the seconds, and worse still, he likes it. his right hand reaches for esikko's clothes, perhaps in want, perhaps as a plea. he's getting hard, weirdly enough. together with the natural fear of death, there's arousal and desire, though aventurine couldn't be able to quite tell what he really wants right now. he chokes up again, his mouth and shirt a wet mess of spit and saliva, but even when aventurine attempts a look at esi - he's still smiling, or certainly attempting to smile.
he can't die here. he can't. he can't, and yet, part of him nearly longs for it. )