( This is much better. Aventurine may be holding that same attitude, but there's something about the threat of death that causes a reaction in anyone— those coughs, the reaches, the squirming— and it's the look in his eyes that brings a curl of a smile to the edge of Esikko's lips.

This, he can work with. Without the need to keep his delicate little hands on Aventurine's neck, his rose does the work for him. As the minutes tick past, and the magic bringing that flower to life grows weaker, the only hint at its eventual passing will be the occasional bitterness that comes out in the taste from exhales.

In response to that reach, Esikko presses a soft little laugh into Aventurine's lips, his now-freed hand snaking between them to palm at the other man's growing arousal. )

As I thought... you're quite cute like this. Is this a face you get to make often, I wonder~?

( He doesn't have the same smooth expertise that Aventurine does when it comes to undoing another man's pants, but he's as efficient as he can manage while in his lap like this. Unbuttoning, unzipping— these exotic clothes are so annoying sometimes— and then he's dipping his hand in, slender fingers wrapping around the blonde's erection and pulling him just barely free from the constraints of his underwear and pants. He doesn't bother pulling them all the way off— just enough out of the way to get a few proper strokes, his kisses lowering to Aventurine's jaw, and then... his neck.

One kiss in particular lodges a thorn nicely from within him. As he swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock, his eyes narrow with great interest, words mumbled into warm skin. )

Oh, but I expect you can't talk much, right now. You shouldn't try.