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화이 ⚘ ᴀɴssɪ ᴇsɪᴋᴋᴏ ᴋɪᴇʟᴏ ʙʟᴏᴇᴍʀᴏsᴇ ([personal profile] loosestrifes) wrote2024-03-02 02:47 pm

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[personal profile] waged 2024-06-03 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
( instinctively, aventurine attempts a laugh, and is punished all the same with blood splatters coming from his throat, sullying his clothes further, some of it even falling onto their joined hands. amidst his struggle, he has room to laugh in his mind, think that if nothing else, his blood can at least be used as lube. wouldn't that make it useful?

every attempt at inhaling leaves him wincing and wheezing - combined with the increased pleasure, it's torture in its own way. the moans that escape his throat are uncomfortable, a cacophony of incoherent noises that are hardly appealing. his expression contorts into something incomprehensible, and aventurine leans in again, rests his head on esikko's shoulder, succumbs to the overwhelming sensations.

he has nearly half a mind to attempt a warning, but decides against it before the feeling rising up from his stomach bursts into splutters, the high of his own climax leaving wreathes in his throat that deprive him further of air and forces him to hack up more blood. it's unsightly in every way possible, but he has even less of a mind to care about that at all. )
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[personal profile] waged 2024-06-19 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
( 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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[personal profile] waged 2024-06-27 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
( yes is the honest answer, but aventurine doesn't say anything at all. they have done things far more audacious than a simple hug, aventurine being nearly tortured all the while, yet it's really the hug that throws him off.

that's to say, aventurine appreciates the distance, when it comes. being a mess of fluids is nothing new, though he mourns for his formerly white pants, he's not self-conscious over his appearance, and whether esikko truly looks him over or not. for a man like him, he figures, the sight is an appealing one. if only he knew that, as soon as esikko turns around and leave, aventurine will force vomit out of his throat to make sure nothing undesired was swallowed or lingers inside his body. just another fluid, right out of his body. funny, right? )


When the princeling asks, I have no choice but to obey, right? ( lord.

but as aventurine allows himself to relax on the chair, exhale a very well-deserved and longed for breath, he makes the mental note that esikko is really, really high-maintenance.

(not a bad thing, at this point time, ironically. for a suicidal man, it's almost a perfect match, really.) )


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