( Of course Aventurine is still trying to be in control. Of course he's still managing to be as obnoxious as possible. His eyes narrow into his smile as their hands join, and he humors him with a steadier pace. )
...I have experience enough.
( Nipping again into his throat, he leaves a pressure with his kiss that makes those fading thorns dig in further. Another leaf falls down his throat, and Esikko focuses on his strokes now. Faster, steadier, a way to make him lose his breath other than the obstruction he's currently dealing with.
He won't keep teasing him, then. He'll move this along. )
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( 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. )
( It's a satisfying ending. A poetic one. The fluids that escape Aventurine accent one another, he thinks. Esikko allows him the full experience of it, stroking along with the spasms of that orgasm until he finally slows, granting his sensitive length one last swipe of fingers, of blood and cum together, over the tip. The man before him must be exhausted, now, but Esikko doesn't give him the rest just yet. Tipping forward, his opposite hand moves between them, ignoring the mess of blood to grip Aventurine's chin and tip it upwards.
The rose in that pretty little throat is in its death throes now, twisting within the confined space, dropping petals rapidly now, and jabbing thorns even more so. Esikko catches Aventurine's lips in the last of its moments, wanting to taste the blood, to feel as that breath struggles, feel his body weaken just before the moment that the blockage fades away completely.
Then, and only then, does he pull back from the kiss, his own breath laughed silently out against lips darkened with blood.
Just like that, it's done. Esikko seems satisfied enough without the need for an orgasm of his own, and that much is clear in the way he stays close, the way his arms wrap around him as if a hug from a monster like him could ever help. There's an exhaustion of his own that he buries with the motion, not wanting it to be seen, and he doesn't say a word. )
( 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.
Would you have preferred if I pulled away instantly?
( Esikko is tired, truthfully, but he makes it sound as if he's done this for Aventurine's sake. The other truth of the matter is that it wouldn't matter, either way. In fact, if this bothered him, he might have chosen it more purposefully all the same...
But for the moment, Esi is pleased. There's no orgasm for himself, but plenty of material for later, when he feels like being that vulnerable in his own time. And still, both of their Watches have lit up with the reward. Convenient. He laughs, incredibly performative, as he pulls back slightly. Eyes trail over Aventurine's face, taking in the bloody mess that he is now. )
Hmm. But of course, you have my praise. What a fine date you were.
( He pulls back now, fixing his clothing, smoothing it, tucking it, adjusting it— he can't fix the blood stains so immediately, but he doesn't mind that part at all. )
For that, I won't trouble you for dinner. Unless you'd like to send a steak to my room? ♥
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( 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.) )
Your wish is my command. Just let me know how you would like your steak, and it'll be delivered.
( Said with a twinkle in his eye that will only become relevant far later, Esikko smiles, taking a happily little step back, and another, before twirling to turn for the door. )
Thanks for the good time, Aventurine.
( He doesn't waste any more time here, and with one last little wave of his fingers, he ducks out. )
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...I have experience enough.
( Nipping again into his throat, he leaves a pressure with his kiss that makes those fading thorns dig in further. Another leaf falls down his throat, and Esikko focuses on his strokes now. Faster, steadier, a way to make him lose his breath other than the obstruction he's currently dealing with.
He won't keep teasing him, then. He'll move this along. )
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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. )
STOP...
The rose in that pretty little throat is in its death throes now, twisting within the confined space, dropping petals rapidly now, and jabbing thorns even more so. Esikko catches Aventurine's lips in the last of its moments, wanting to taste the blood, to feel as that breath struggles, feel his body weaken just before the moment that the blockage fades away completely.
Then, and only then, does he pull back from the kiss, his own breath laughed silently out against lips darkened with blood.
Just like that, it's done. Esikko seems satisfied enough without the need for an orgasm of his own, and that much is clear in the way he stays close, the way his arms wrap around him as if a hug from a monster like him could ever help. There's an exhaustion of his own that he buries with the motion, not wanting it to be seen, and he doesn't say a word. )
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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.
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( Esikko is tired, truthfully, but he makes it sound as if he's done this for Aventurine's sake. The other truth of the matter is that it wouldn't matter, either way. In fact, if this bothered him, he might have chosen it more purposefully all the same...
But for the moment, Esi is pleased. There's no orgasm for himself, but plenty of material for later, when he feels like being that vulnerable in his own time. And still, both of their Watches have lit up with the reward. Convenient. He laughs, incredibly performative, as he pulls back slightly. Eyes trail over Aventurine's face, taking in the bloody mess that he is now. )
Hmm. But of course, you have my praise. What a fine date you were.
( He pulls back now, fixing his clothing, smoothing it, tucking it, adjusting it— he can't fix the blood stains so immediately, but he doesn't mind that part at all. )
For that, I won't trouble you for dinner. Unless you'd like to send a steak to my room? ♥
funny ass tag to do after everything. also vague emeto mention
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.) )
Your wish is my command. Just let me know how you would like your steak, and it'll be delivered.
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( Said with a twinkle in his eye that will only become relevant far later, Esikko smiles, taking a happily little step back, and another, before twirling to turn for the door. )
Thanks for the good time, Aventurine.
( He doesn't waste any more time here, and with one last little wave of his fingers, he ducks out. )