( aventurine has experienced many hardships in his life, and this one, he'll say, might make it to top ten most excruciating encounters he has had. not very high, mind, but certainly worthy of being in the list.
the kiss isn't even good, from his part. he has neither the strength nor quite the will to reciprocate, struggling for the last remnants of air that he can get while esi all but takes it away, in more ways than one. what's drool on top of blood and cum, either way? when they're both already this messy, perhaps it's a welcome contribution to the many fluids that have come out of aventurine only. doesn't that seem unfair?
it's only when they part that aventurine realizes he can breathe again. he chokes a few times, suddenly finding himself struggling to actually return to normalcy, and the hug - it certainly doesn't help much, though he only thinks of it as weird. he doubts it's an expression of affection, and sees, instead, something far more wicked in it. the ears atop his head turn and fold back, more honest about his confusion than his face is - because, of course, as he's wont to do: he manages a weak smile back to his lips. )
I didn't take you for a hugger, princeling. ( and he's not even going to reciprocate that, his right arm resting on his stomach and his left... finally free of hiding, from behind the chair. it's only then that aventurine realizes his palm, too, is bleeding, from how hard and how long he had kept it clenched. ) But I suppose this means I was a good date, then.
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the kiss isn't even good, from his part. he has neither the strength nor quite the will to reciprocate, struggling for the last remnants of air that he can get while esi all but takes it away, in more ways than one. what's drool on top of blood and cum, either way? when they're both already this messy, perhaps it's a welcome contribution to the many fluids that have come out of aventurine only. doesn't that seem unfair?
it's only when they part that aventurine realizes he can breathe again. he chokes a few times, suddenly finding himself struggling to actually return to normalcy, and the hug - it certainly doesn't help much, though he only thinks of it as weird. he doubts it's an expression of affection, and sees, instead, something far more wicked in it. the ears atop his head turn and fold back, more honest about his confusion than his face is - because, of course, as he's wont to do: he manages a weak smile back to his lips. )
I didn't take you for a hugger, princeling. ( and he's not even going to reciprocate that, his right arm resting on his stomach and his left... finally free of hiding, from behind the chair. it's only then that aventurine realizes his palm, too, is bleeding, from how hard and how long he had kept it clenched. ) But I suppose this means I was a good date, then.