( relax, he says, like this is quicksand, and the less he struggles, the easier breathing will be. counterproductive, then, with the attention he's receiving, and for all the gasps and moaning aventurine tries to let out, he chokes and coughs more. the pleasure is impossibly nice, and even the ears atop his head can't decide whether to fold back or lean forward.
sadistic, with a desire for control, and totally into blood. nothing like a prince, and for a painful moment, aventurine can't help but wonder what he puts kirma through. that will be something he can assume and find out the answer another day, later.
in the present, aventurine nearly wishes esikko had licked his chin clean then kissed him right after. his eyes settle on his face, the textbook perfection of beautiful, though he knows well this is his fox instincts talking than anything else. relax, he said. if nothing else, aventurine does try to control his breathing, inhaling in particular ways that do not set off his coughing fits. worse comes to worst, he would faint, and have to trust someone he doesn't trust with his vulnerable body.
aventurine allows himself to lean back, left hand still clenched into a fist behind his back, but he brings his right hand to rest on top of esikko's, fingers wrapping around his own, if only to try and seek more friction, something faster, something more pleasurable. he manages, too, to nurture a smile back on his bloodied mouth. )
... Don't you think, ( his voice is strained when aventurine tries to speak, hoarse and weak, and he chokes a few more times before continuing, ) I deserve a little more?
( is he just digging his hole further down? maybe so. but it wouldn't be aventurine if not. )
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sadistic, with a desire for control, and totally into blood. nothing like a prince, and for a painful moment, aventurine can't help but wonder what he puts kirma through. that will be something he can assume and find out the answer another day, later.
in the present, aventurine nearly wishes esikko had licked his chin clean then kissed him right after. his eyes settle on his face, the textbook perfection of beautiful, though he knows well this is his fox instincts talking than anything else. relax, he said. if nothing else, aventurine does try to control his breathing, inhaling in particular ways that do not set off his coughing fits. worse comes to worst, he would faint, and have to trust someone he doesn't trust with his vulnerable body.
aventurine allows himself to lean back, left hand still clenched into a fist behind his back, but he brings his right hand to rest on top of esikko's, fingers wrapping around his own, if only to try and seek more friction, something faster, something more pleasurable. he manages, too, to nurture a smile back on his bloodied mouth. )
... Don't you think, ( his voice is strained when aventurine tries to speak, hoarse and weak, and he chokes a few more times before continuing, ) I deserve a little more?
( is he just digging his hole further down? maybe so. but it wouldn't be aventurine if not. )