( Esikko's words are shockingly gentle, considering everything else he's done this far. He clearly does enjoy this, the state he's put Aventurine into, and there is absolutely no upset about the blood on his fancy clothes. After all, can't he simply buy new ones on Kirma's chips?
Or have them washed, he supposes.
He strokes him more to show his pleasure, long fingers enjoying the tease of pressing over his tip and dragging down, of slowing and then speeding up, of alternating squeezes and gentle touches. He's taking note of each and every reaction from Aventurine's body, enjoying the control, as guessed.
But as he leans in, there's another interested to be noted. His tongue drags across Aventurine's chin, licking the dribble of blood up where it had been choked in an elaborate show of enjoyment. Licking his lips afterwards, the stain of the red still fresh on his lips, he giggles beneath his breath. )
You'll be fine.
( As if he knows that he must be afraid of dying, as if he finds it laughable right now. With the attention he's paying to the other man's dick right now, it seems he's completely abandoned his own search for physical pleasure for the pure enjoyment of this— of control, of manipulation, of making someone want what he's doing so badly that they can hardly take it, even at the edge of their life. )
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( Esikko's words are shockingly gentle, considering everything else he's done this far. He clearly does enjoy this, the state he's put Aventurine into, and there is absolutely no upset about the blood on his fancy clothes. After all, can't he simply buy new ones on Kirma's chips?
Or have them washed, he supposes.
He strokes him more to show his pleasure, long fingers enjoying the tease of pressing over his tip and dragging down, of slowing and then speeding up, of alternating squeezes and gentle touches. He's taking note of each and every reaction from Aventurine's body, enjoying the control, as guessed.
But as he leans in, there's another interested to be noted. His tongue drags across Aventurine's chin, licking the dribble of blood up where it had been choked in an elaborate show of enjoyment. Licking his lips afterwards, the stain of the red still fresh on his lips, he giggles beneath his breath. )
You'll be fine.
( As if he knows that he must be afraid of dying, as if he finds it laughable right now. With the attention he's paying to the other man's dick right now, it seems he's completely abandoned his own search for physical pleasure for the pure enjoyment of this— of control, of manipulation, of making someone want what he's doing so badly that they can hardly take it, even at the edge of their life. )