( Esikko arrives slightly early, though it's closer to on time than not. Dressed nicely with an untied cardigan to top it all off, it's clear that he spent time trying to make sure he looked nice. The blue of his shirt makes his eyes pop, and the soft pink of his hair blending into white-blonde roots and snowy white fox ears all seem to pull the classy look together.
He's incredibly poor here, but he's managed to find high quality clothes. A combination of "wedding day" gifts and Kirma's money, for sure. )
I hope you haven't been waiting too long.
( As he approaches, his fluffy tail wags behind him, slow and steady. Practiced. His eyes are sparkling, almost like an eager child. He thinks showing his excitement tends to add to his charm, so why not? )
You look as stunning as I expected. Your glasses are so unique! You just have to tell me where you got them. I've never seen such colors on spectacles.
You flatter me as always, my friend. And though I would be delighted to tell you where I got these, ( aventurine removes them in the process, tucking them safely inside his best pocket, almost as though to hide them from esikko's envious gaze (kidding), ) I much prefer the excited look you have on your face over seeing them on me.
( and for what it's worth, esikko's excitement doesn't quite add to his charm, in aventurine's eyes - but that means little for a man overcome with foxian desires, because those disagree with his opinion. his prior words had been filler, coated purely in honey, crafted especially for esi: that his ears, in spite of their contrasting color with his hair, would look good still. his instincts say it does, indeed, and aventurine can't help but look the man over.
he may not have met many royals or sovereigns in his life, but esikko certainly had the air of one around him, and his demeanor - at least the one he's willing to show others - reflected as such. )
Shall we, then? Our room should be room number 42. The staff has already been notified of our arrival. ( or well, his arrival, but they know he has a guest with him, so. )
( As Esikko moves closer, he helps himself to Aventurine's arm, his own sliding around to grab it as if he's not several centimeters taller. It means he can't grab him as closely as he'd like, but that's fine— they can walk towards room 42 like this, and his own fluffy white tail wags gently behind him as they do. )
Too much sugar will spoil the sweetness of the moment. We're friends, are we not? So feel free to relax, even if just for this short moment. Though this may be a beneficial meeting, I'd like for you to be able to enjoy it rather than focusing on your words.
If your Highness so wishes, then I will ease on the compliments... though you underestimate how much of it I really mean. ( very little, but that's besides the point -
at least this is what he's good at - playing the part, wearing masks, following scripts. he'll be the servant of a princeling if need be, arm across his chest so esikko can hold onto it, and aventurine guides them to their assigned room.
it's nothing so fancy, of course. gilded cage is still very much a restaurant, though he's not so surprised to see a big bed in the least. for the players of game 52, they offer only the best of their services, and if their food, alcohol and overall atmosphere aid in the courting of a couple and the matching of cards, then by all means, they will provide all the necessary amenities.
at least this makes matters so much easier for him. )
We will be mostly undisturbed here, unless you call for a waiter. ( aventurine walks towards the menu on the table, swiftly flipping it over with his fingers, and skims the listed items. ) Feel free to order anything you want. Like I said, I will pay for it.
( a second later, his eyes land on esikko once more. ) Unless they have already served what you want, of course. ( he means himself, yes. )
...Does speaking like this generally work for you?
( Despite everything, it's a genuine question. Esikko finds himself more annoyed by the words spilling from Aventurine's lips than anything else, and it's strangely not the sort of annoyance that excites him. He's impatient, still, but it's in the way that he's been impatient for this entire game. Ears flicking, heart beating fast, wanting to do more...
Stepping up behind Aventurine, Esikko tests a hand at the small of his back. It's a gentle placement, nothing too sudden and nothing rough, to see if there really is any interest there at all. Perhaps that's what lacking? Everyone else he's been able to rile up. But here, it's like the riling is being pointed his way.
He's not a fan. Is this what he comes off like? )
Perhaps we can have dessert afterwards?
( Keeping his hand on Aventurine's back, he steps around to his side, his tail swishing behind to swipe against the other's. )
at least aventurine finds no offense in the question. these kind of things are something he welcomes, instead - showing dissatisfaction, avoiding trust, brandishing caution. it reveals more about a person, it teaches aventurine what role to take and how to best play his cards.
he knows, too, that esikko is much like him, and that's what makes this game they play more fun. how much truth lies in the question, and how many of the colors he shows are real? some cards are higher risk, but not always high return.
whether esikko is an investment putting effort in... well, aventurine is willing to find out the answer to it.
his tail swishes at the contact against his back, but the gesture itself is welcome. aventurine looks up at his date, that same unfaltering smile on his face. afterwards implies there's a meal to be have right now. ) Aren't I supposed to be spoiling you? We can have anything you want, whenever you want.
( though his eyes never leave esikko's, aventurine brings a hand to the hem of his shirt, running it between his fingers. such a nice outfit - kirma had worn something similar, too, when they had their fun in the gardens. he threatens for a moment, just slightly, to slip his hand inside. it would be too easy. )
And if you're so curious, ( in regards to the first question, that is ) it does work quite well. People always behave exactly how I expected them to when I start speaking.
( which is a lie, of course, but aventurine's eyes still fall to esikko's lips, then back to his eyes. the implication is there. )
( Anything he wants, whenever he wants, is a nice idea. But somehow, Aventurine's later comments are irritating. He doesn't want to be grouped with the masses who follow unthinkingly with this blatant flirting and flattery. He doesn't want to be predictable in any way, shape or form. If he is, then what good is he?
With their tails tangling together, and that very pointed glance, Esikko huffs a little. He does want to kiss him— he quite likes kissing, it turns out. But he doesn't want to do it immediately after a comment like that, and so instead, he nudges Aventurine back. With a shove that's gentle but firm, he hopes to lower him into a seat at the nice little booth they've been given, his knee planting firmly between his legs on the cushion. )
That just makes me want to surprise you, you know?
( He knows he's getting riled up over nothing, and that Aventurine is a lot like himself in so many ways. He knows that saying this, out loud, is just going to open himself up for teasing. But at the same time, he wants his intentions known. )
( let esikko think he controls the situation, is what aventurine has decided for the night. he'll step back when esikko wants him to, sit down when esikko wants him to, not once blink away from esikko's own gaze, whether he wants it or not. roles come and go, and there's few to no games that aventurine doesn't know how to play. this is just another one of them.
he's not shy with his hands, brings them to his date's thighs, slithering up, hips to lower back to the base of his fluffy tail. his fingers are gentle against smooth fur, at the very least. careful as though they might just break. )
Lucky me, then. I'm quite the fan of surprises. ( not really, but that's besides the point. aventurine threatens to snake a hand up the other's shirt, teasing just slightly at skin, ) What does your Highness have for me?
Well, he'd like to cover that mouth immediately. There are a few ways he could do that, but the most tasteful feels right, in the moment. Without answering in words, Esikko leans forward, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss on Aventurine's lips.
It's chaste, at least to start, and charmingly hesitant. It's not that he doesn't enjoy kissing— quite the contrary, he likes it so much that he's afraid to jump into it too quickly, or too eagerly. His inexperience likely still shines through in his actions, even if he's earned a new type of body count by now.
There's a pause, almost enough of one to allow words— but then he presses into the kiss once more, lips parting ever so slightly as he leans his body in just enough to threaten tipping them back into the seat. His fingers grip once at Aventurine's shoulder before trailing up and lacing through his hair, settling in place. )
( see? yapping away works for him. every time, this is one of the outcomes. if he plays his cards right - which aventurine always does -, his client will shut him up with a kiss, just like this.
a testing kiss first, that aventurine doesn't reject or shy away from. he hums in response, that same old smile plastered on his face and not an inch out of place. his ever-watchful eyes don't dare blink, lest he misses learning new careful information about the princeling. for example - despite his demeanor, regal with a teasing desire for control, he doesn't take what he wants when the opportunity is given. if esikko treads with care, there's something to test before he dives deep in. for a moment, aventurine wonders if it's just a lack of confidence.
lucky for his date, however, he does not open his mouth to speak in the interval he's given, and welcomes the second kiss as it comes. better this time, albeit still slow. it does show inexperience, but he plays along - the same parting of his lips, wide enough if esikko wants to experiment treading in, though aventurine does lick at his lips to tease.
he'll even lean back, really. enough to pull esikko down to him, his hands returning to his legs, resting on the princeling's thighs, as though a call, an invitation. his lap is free to sit on, after all. )
( As someone who quite enjoys kissing, he can't resist the tease of a tongue at his lips. Esikko leans into it, pressing his tongue into Aventurine's mouth with a new sort of confidence he wouldn't have had only days ago. This whole game is really doing things for him, honestly.
Settling his hips down into Aventurine's lap, he straddles him properly, snaking his hand between them to trail gentle fingertips across the other man's neck. Near that tattoo, in fact, though he hasn't a clue what it means. It likely doesn't translate.
His tail wagging behind him is a little embarrassing, but he gasps lightly for a breath against his lips, and refuses to pull back. There, his nose touched gently against Aventurine's cheek, he speaks low. )
Your surprise... Can it be anything?
( His thin, cold fingers trail higher along the neck, fingernails just teasing at what he aims to do with soft little motions, a ghost of contact. )
( like dog like owner, huh. aventurine smiles against their kiss once esikko seats himself down on him. cute.
it's cuter that he almost asks for permission on his 'surprise'. one would assume a prince would simply take, but for all of his smarts, aventurine isn't quite well-versed in the ways of royalty. there are planets and civilizations across the cosmos with those, all with different sets of rules and laws. none that seemed this... submissive.
though aventurine takes a moment to reply, assessing the situation and carefully crafting escape routes or certain behavior patterns necessary if anything went out of his control, the answer comes as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck. )
Anything you want, Your Highness. Surely someone of your status doesn't need to ask.
( It's not the response Esikko would give normally, or in any sort of public setting. But right now, annoyed by the performative way Aventurine speaks, he decides to lean into this. He's already tried this once, and it's gone over well, so now he brings both of his hands up, tracing along the length of his neck as he presses hot, breathy kisses to the corner of his mouth. )
But I choose to, anyway. Isn't that nice?
( It's all the warning he gives before he wraps his fingers around Aventurine's neck completely, kissing him hard while squeezing. He starts slow, at first, and in between kisses he adds: )
( is it nice? the answer is that aventurine doesn't really care. he's not used to having his permission or consent asked when it comes to sex, at least. everything is always taken and demanded and a job to be done, so things like that become inherently irrelevant. perhaps the truth of the matter is that consent is always granted, if he can weaponize it. perhaps aventurine is just desensitized to it all.
for all it's worth, he has been choked before, can tell esikko's form is lacking. yet he responds as if not, trying to keep his breathing in check, trying to reciprocate kisses despite the way he keeps his mouth half-open to make sure he can breathe.
as for the request... his eyes fall down, and though he can't quite see the front of the little princeling's pants, the gesture says it all. what a cruel request to make, but aventurine's hands still trail from his lower back to the front of his pants, undoing buttons and pulling down zippers with scary accuracy, in spite of his predicament.
he manages a smile, still - teasing, mocking perhaps, as though to say that was nothing. give him a real challenge, esi. )
( That smile, that ease with which he acts— it's all a taunt. It's as if nothing he's doing matters. As if this is just some song and dance for Aventurine, without a care in the world. As if Esikko has absolutely no control over the situation at all.
He can't have that. One of his ears flicks slightly in consideration, his hands shifting upwards to press his thumbs further into Aventurine's neck. When Esikko pulls back slightly, it looks like it's for a breath and nothing else. But when he presses back in, he seals their lips almost like a lock, and the trickling of blood trails metallic taste down Aventurine's tongue and throat. It's a considerable amount, enough that when Esikko does finally gasp back, there's red covering his mouth, staining his lips as he licks them.
It seems as simple as that for about a minute. Esikko kisses, alternating the pressure of his squeezing to keep things interesting. But then something forms from within Aventurine's throat. At first it's scratchy, an irritant— then it's filling, a bloom.
It's a special little rose, enough of an obstruction that it may cause him to choke without relief. Esikko's hands loosen because of it, parting from his kiss long enough to watch those eyes as the thorns begin to jostle against his insides, each and every prick of them causing both pain and arousal. More choking, speaking, or moving— they all mean more of it. And the rose seems positioned in just the right angle to make it difficult to breathe, threatening death without delivering. )
( now that's a surprise, and not one aventurine minds severely. even blindfolded he would have recognized the taste of blood on his lips, forced down his throat as he still struggles for breath. a part of him worries that there's something else in there, that this is far more than just the simple exchange of blood, smeared on their lips. a more bold, reckless part of him doesn't care - he has full trust that his luck will keep him safe.
he doesn't expect anything that comes right after, though.
it starts much like an uncomfortable feeling that could easily go ignored. he would have blamed it on the way that esikko's hands wrap around his neck, the varying pressure on it, perhaps the disgusting feeling of blood on his throat that makes him want to scratch it. it worsens by the seconds, and if esikko had longed for a different, vulnerable expression of aventurine's face, well - there's certainly confusion in his eyes.
it begins with a hacked up cough, painful every time his throat strains. he chokes up, then coughs, reaches for his neck, coughs again. for all of aventurine's self-control - and he can almost hear jade in the back of his mind telling him to keep his emotions in place, never to show pain, never to show vulnerability -, his face contorts in pain, and he can tell he's starting to sweat. his ears fold back, and out of reflex, aventurine hides his left hand behind his back. still, and perhaps foolishly so, he attempts a laugh, though all it does is make him cough even more.
he can tell he's running out of air by the seconds, and worse still, he likes it. his right hand reaches for esikko's clothes, perhaps in want, perhaps as a plea. he's getting hard, weirdly enough. together with the natural fear of death, there's arousal and desire, though aventurine couldn't be able to quite tell what he really wants right now. he chokes up again, his mouth and shirt a wet mess of spit and saliva, but even when aventurine attempts a look at esi - he's still smiling, or certainly attempting to smile.
he can't die here. he can't. he can't, and yet, part of him nearly longs for it. )
( This is much better. Aventurine may be holding that same attitude, but there's something about the threat of death that causes a reaction in anyone— those coughs, the reaches, the squirming— and it's the look in his eyes that brings a curl of a smile to the edge of Esikko's lips.
This, he can work with. Without the need to keep his delicate little hands on Aventurine's neck, his rose does the work for him. As the minutes tick past, and the magic bringing that flower to life grows weaker, the only hint at its eventual passing will be the occasional bitterness that comes out in the taste from exhales.
In response to that reach, Esikko presses a soft little laugh into Aventurine's lips, his now-freed hand snaking between them to palm at the other man's growing arousal. )
As I thought... you're quite cute like this. Is this a face you get to make often, I wonder~?
( He doesn't have the same smooth expertise that Aventurine does when it comes to undoing another man's pants, but he's as efficient as he can manage while in his lap like this. Unbuttoning, unzipping— these exotic clothes are so annoying sometimes— and then he's dipping his hand in, slender fingers wrapping around the blonde's erection and pulling him just barely free from the constraints of his underwear and pants. He doesn't bother pulling them all the way off— just enough out of the way to get a few proper strokes, his kisses lowering to Aventurine's jaw, and then... his neck.
One kiss in particular lodges a thorn nicely from within him. As he swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock, his eyes narrow with great interest, words mumbled into warm skin. )
Oh, but I expect you can't talk much, right now. You shouldn't try.
( it's quite like aventurine to try and find information even from this situation, when his life is being threatened and he's so vulnerable in someone else's hands. for example - he can tell esikko has wildly sadistic tendencies, if watching him struggle like this is anything to go by. complimenting him when he's suffering from phantom pain? absolutely nuts, if nothing else. though some of his body enjoys the attention, the undoing of his belt and unzipping of his pants, trying to balance fear and pleasure, aventurine finds, isn't something he enjoys very much.
something else he has noted is that esikko likes to have control, that the cards are in his favor and their little game is going his way. fine, then. aventurine can play along to that, lower his head to esi's shoulder and lean there, needy and wanting, so desperately seeking more of that touch to his lower half yet unable of jerking his hips to chase after it.
aventurine tries to speak nonetheless, but the next time he hacks up a cough, blood comes out in splutters. despite all, he learns something from this too - that it's not illusionary magic, not the phantom feeling of a thorn inside his throat, but possibly a real one. it dirties esikko's nice and tidy shirt, a thin string of blood running down his chin, and a part of him wonders if this, too, will anger him. his right hand tightens its grip on esikko's clothes, a quiet plea.
surely his intention isn't to kill aventurine here, when so many had watched them walk together into his room. surely there are other ways of making him this pathetic, if esi enjoys seeing it so much. aventurine will play the part, really. but surely his luck would keep him alive here, right? )
( 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. )
( 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. )
( As Esikko watches this, his tail flicks with interest behind him, a measured sort of swaying like he's watching his prey squirm before he can pounce. His own ears are alert, and one flicks slightly at the speaking from Aventurine— it takes a lot to make noise around that rose, and so it's interesting to hear him try. Just for the sake of asking for more? )
What more do you want, little fox?
( Esikko presses a harder kiss to Aventurine's throat, digging the thorns in further. His hand strokes, slowing when it seems like Aventurine is at his most desperate, speeding up again when he whines for it. He's having too much fun.
But he's not against doing more... if Aventurine can ask for it, that is. )
( absolutely sadistic, if not downright a psychopath. good. aventurine is always likely to end up falling on the hands of those kind of people. what is he, if not a crazed gambler who plays with his life as a worthless chip of high value?
he winces not at the pain, but at the lack of proper friction. he's way better at handling those, but the half of him that desires intimacy wishes only to be spoiled and wanted, to have his desires met and granted, to feel the ecstasy of pleasure and lose himself to it. it's maddening, coupled with the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, it's too much for a normal person to bear.
coupled, even worse, with the fact aventurine isn't the kind to give in so easily - he finds the strength to lean back, straighten himself up. he's a pale mess, sweating and bloodied and disheveled all around. the fingers around esikko's tighten their grip, albeit leaning on the weaker side, and he moves their hands together, a far steadier pace than he had been granted at all. )
Like this, ( aventurine attempts to say, in between his own pleasure and the excruciating feeling in his throat, ) but I suppose a princeling like you... doesn't have much experience in this?
( 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. )
using my own health issues as experience for this tag like 💚
( 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. )
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He's incredibly poor here, but he's managed to find high quality clothes. A combination of "wedding day" gifts and Kirma's money, for sure. )
I hope you haven't been waiting too long.
( As he approaches, his fluffy tail wags behind him, slow and steady. Practiced. His eyes are sparkling, almost like an eager child. He thinks showing his excitement tends to add to his charm, so why not? )
You look as stunning as I expected. Your glasses are so unique! You just have to tell me where you got them. I've never seen such colors on spectacles.
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( and for what it's worth, esikko's excitement doesn't quite add to his charm, in aventurine's eyes - but that means little for a man overcome with foxian desires, because those disagree with his opinion. his prior words had been filler, coated purely in honey, crafted especially for esi: that his ears, in spite of their contrasting color with his hair, would look good still. his instincts say it does, indeed, and aventurine can't help but look the man over.
he may not have met many royals or sovereigns in his life, but esikko certainly had the air of one around him, and his demeanor - at least the one he's willing to show others - reflected as such. )
Shall we, then? Our room should be room number 42. The staff has already been notified of our arrival. ( or well, his arrival, but they know he has a guest with him, so. )
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( As Esikko moves closer, he helps himself to Aventurine's arm, his own sliding around to grab it as if he's not several centimeters taller. It means he can't grab him as closely as he'd like, but that's fine— they can walk towards room 42 like this, and his own fluffy white tail wags gently behind him as they do. )
Too much sugar will spoil the sweetness of the moment. We're friends, are we not? So feel free to relax, even if just for this short moment. Though this may be a beneficial meeting, I'd like for you to be able to enjoy it rather than focusing on your words.
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at least this is what he's good at - playing the part, wearing masks, following scripts. he'll be the servant of a princeling if need be, arm across his chest so esikko can hold onto it, and aventurine guides them to their assigned room.
it's nothing so fancy, of course. gilded cage is still very much a restaurant, though he's not so surprised to see a big bed in the least. for the players of game 52, they offer only the best of their services, and if their food, alcohol and overall atmosphere aid in the courting of a couple and the matching of cards, then by all means, they will provide all the necessary amenities.
at least this makes matters so much easier for him. )
We will be mostly undisturbed here, unless you call for a waiter. ( aventurine walks towards the menu on the table, swiftly flipping it over with his fingers, and skims the listed items. ) Feel free to order anything you want. Like I said, I will pay for it.
( a second later, his eyes land on esikko once more. ) Unless they have already served what you want, of course. ( he means himself, yes. )
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( Despite everything, it's a genuine question. Esikko finds himself more annoyed by the words spilling from Aventurine's lips than anything else, and it's strangely not the sort of annoyance that excites him. He's impatient, still, but it's in the way that he's been impatient for this entire game. Ears flicking, heart beating fast, wanting to do more...
Stepping up behind Aventurine, Esikko tests a hand at the small of his back. It's a gentle placement, nothing too sudden and nothing rough, to see if there really is any interest there at all. Perhaps that's what lacking? Everyone else he's been able to rile up. But here, it's like the riling is being pointed his way.
He's not a fan. Is this what he comes off like? )
Perhaps we can have dessert afterwards?
( Keeping his hand on Aventurine's back, he steps around to his side, his tail swishing behind to swipe against the other's. )
Or are you so bored, already?
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at least aventurine finds no offense in the question. these kind of things are something he welcomes, instead - showing dissatisfaction, avoiding trust, brandishing caution. it reveals more about a person, it teaches aventurine what role to take and how to best play his cards.
he knows, too, that esikko is much like him, and that's what makes this game they play more fun. how much truth lies in the question, and how many of the colors he shows are real? some cards are higher risk, but not always high return.
whether esikko is an investment putting effort in... well, aventurine is willing to find out the answer to it.
his tail swishes at the contact against his back, but the gesture itself is welcome. aventurine looks up at his date, that same unfaltering smile on his face. afterwards implies there's a meal to be have right now. ) Aren't I supposed to be spoiling you? We can have anything you want, whenever you want.
( though his eyes never leave esikko's, aventurine brings a hand to the hem of his shirt, running it between his fingers. such a nice outfit - kirma had worn something similar, too, when they had their fun in the gardens. he threatens for a moment, just slightly, to slip his hand inside. it would be too easy. )
And if you're so curious, ( in regards to the first question, that is ) it does work quite well. People always behave exactly how I expected them to when I start speaking.
( which is a lie, of course, but aventurine's eyes still fall to esikko's lips, then back to his eyes. the implication is there. )
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( Anything he wants, whenever he wants, is a nice idea. But somehow, Aventurine's later comments are irritating. He doesn't want to be grouped with the masses who follow unthinkingly with this blatant flirting and flattery. He doesn't want to be predictable in any way, shape or form. If he is, then what good is he?
With their tails tangling together, and that very pointed glance, Esikko huffs a little. He does want to kiss him— he quite likes kissing, it turns out. But he doesn't want to do it immediately after a comment like that, and so instead, he nudges Aventurine back. With a shove that's gentle but firm, he hopes to lower him into a seat at the nice little booth they've been given, his knee planting firmly between his legs on the cushion. )
That just makes me want to surprise you, you know?
( He knows he's getting riled up over nothing, and that Aventurine is a lot like himself in so many ways. He knows that saying this, out loud, is just going to open himself up for teasing. But at the same time, he wants his intentions known. )
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he's not shy with his hands, brings them to his date's thighs, slithering up, hips to lower back to the base of his fluffy tail. his fingers are gentle against smooth fur, at the very least. careful as though they might just break. )
Lucky me, then. I'm quite the fan of surprises. ( not really, but that's besides the point. aventurine threatens to snake a hand up the other's shirt, teasing just slightly at skin, ) What does your Highness have for me?
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Well, he'd like to cover that mouth immediately. There are a few ways he could do that, but the most tasteful feels right, in the moment. Without answering in words, Esikko leans forward, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss on Aventurine's lips.
It's chaste, at least to start, and charmingly hesitant. It's not that he doesn't enjoy kissing— quite the contrary, he likes it so much that he's afraid to jump into it too quickly, or too eagerly. His inexperience likely still shines through in his actions, even if he's earned a new type of body count by now.
There's a pause, almost enough of one to allow words— but then he presses into the kiss once more, lips parting ever so slightly as he leans his body in just enough to threaten tipping them back into the seat. His fingers grip once at Aventurine's shoulder before trailing up and lacing through his hair, settling in place. )
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a testing kiss first, that aventurine doesn't reject or shy away from. he hums in response, that same old smile plastered on his face and not an inch out of place. his ever-watchful eyes don't dare blink, lest he misses learning new careful information about the princeling. for example - despite his demeanor, regal with a teasing desire for control, he doesn't take what he wants when the opportunity is given. if esikko treads with care, there's something to test before he dives deep in. for a moment, aventurine wonders if it's just a lack of confidence.
lucky for his date, however, he does not open his mouth to speak in the interval he's given, and welcomes the second kiss as it comes. better this time, albeit still slow. it does show inexperience, but he plays along - the same parting of his lips, wide enough if esikko wants to experiment treading in, though aventurine does lick at his lips to tease.
he'll even lean back, really. enough to pull esikko down to him, his hands returning to his legs, resting on the princeling's thighs, as though a call, an invitation. his lap is free to sit on, after all. )
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Settling his hips down into Aventurine's lap, he straddles him properly, snaking his hand between them to trail gentle fingertips across the other man's neck. Near that tattoo, in fact, though he hasn't a clue what it means. It likely doesn't translate.
His tail wagging behind him is a little embarrassing, but he gasps lightly for a breath against his lips, and refuses to pull back. There, his nose touched gently against Aventurine's cheek, he speaks low. )
Your surprise... Can it be anything?
( His thin, cold fingers trail higher along the neck, fingernails just teasing at what he aims to do with soft little motions, a ghost of contact. )
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it's cuter that he almost asks for permission on his 'surprise'. one would assume a prince would simply take, but for all of his smarts, aventurine isn't quite well-versed in the ways of royalty. there are planets and civilizations across the cosmos with those, all with different sets of rules and laws. none that seemed this... submissive.
though aventurine takes a moment to reply, assessing the situation and carefully crafting escape routes or certain behavior patterns necessary if anything went out of his control, the answer comes as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck. )
Anything you want, Your Highness. Surely someone of your status doesn't need to ask.
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( It's not the response Esikko would give normally, or in any sort of public setting. But right now, annoyed by the performative way Aventurine speaks, he decides to lean into this. He's already tried this once, and it's gone over well, so now he brings both of his hands up, tracing along the length of his neck as he presses hot, breathy kisses to the corner of his mouth. )
But I choose to, anyway. Isn't that nice?
( It's all the warning he gives before he wraps his fingers around Aventurine's neck completely, kissing him hard while squeezing. He starts slow, at first, and in between kisses he adds: )
Could you undo my pants~?
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for all it's worth, he has been choked before, can tell esikko's form is lacking. yet he responds as if not, trying to keep his breathing in check, trying to reciprocate kisses despite the way he keeps his mouth half-open to make sure he can breathe.
as for the request... his eyes fall down, and though he can't quite see the front of the little princeling's pants, the gesture says it all. what a cruel request to make, but aventurine's hands still trail from his lower back to the front of his pants, undoing buttons and pulling down zippers with scary accuracy, in spite of his predicament.
he manages a smile, still - teasing, mocking perhaps, as though to say that was nothing. give him a real challenge, esi. )
cw: uhhhh body horror? aphro? idk
He can't have that. One of his ears flicks slightly in consideration, his hands shifting upwards to press his thumbs further into Aventurine's neck. When Esikko pulls back slightly, it looks like it's for a breath and nothing else. But when he presses back in, he seals their lips almost like a lock, and the trickling of blood trails metallic taste down Aventurine's tongue and throat. It's a considerable amount, enough that when Esikko does finally gasp back, there's red covering his mouth, staining his lips as he licks them.
It seems as simple as that for about a minute. Esikko kisses, alternating the pressure of his squeezing to keep things interesting. But then something forms from within Aventurine's throat. At first it's scratchy, an irritant— then it's filling, a bloom.
It's a special little rose, enough of an obstruction that it may cause him to choke without relief. Esikko's hands loosen because of it, parting from his kiss long enough to watch those eyes as the thorns begin to jostle against his insides, each and every prick of them causing both pain and arousal. More choking, speaking, or moving— they all mean more of it. And the rose seems positioned in just the right angle to make it difficult to breathe, threatening death without delivering. )
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he doesn't expect anything that comes right after, though.
it starts much like an uncomfortable feeling that could easily go ignored. he would have blamed it on the way that esikko's hands wrap around his neck, the varying pressure on it, perhaps the disgusting feeling of blood on his throat that makes him want to scratch it. it worsens by the seconds, and if esikko had longed for a different, vulnerable expression of aventurine's face, well - there's certainly confusion in his eyes.
it begins with a hacked up cough, painful every time his throat strains. he chokes up, then coughs, reaches for his neck, coughs again. for all of aventurine's self-control - and he can almost hear jade in the back of his mind telling him to keep his emotions in place, never to show pain, never to show vulnerability -, his face contorts in pain, and he can tell he's starting to sweat. his ears fold back, and out of reflex, aventurine hides his left hand behind his back. still, and perhaps foolishly so, he attempts a laugh, though all it does is make him cough even more.
he can tell he's running out of air by the seconds, and worse still, he likes it. his right hand reaches for esikko's clothes, perhaps in want, perhaps as a plea. he's getting hard, weirdly enough. together with the natural fear of death, there's arousal and desire, though aventurine couldn't be able to quite tell what he really wants right now. he chokes up again, his mouth and shirt a wet mess of spit and saliva, but even when aventurine attempts a look at esi - he's still smiling, or certainly attempting to smile.
he can't die here. he can't. he can't, and yet, part of him nearly longs for it. )
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This, he can work with. Without the need to keep his delicate little hands on Aventurine's neck, his rose does the work for him. As the minutes tick past, and the magic bringing that flower to life grows weaker, the only hint at its eventual passing will be the occasional bitterness that comes out in the taste from exhales.
In response to that reach, Esikko presses a soft little laugh into Aventurine's lips, his now-freed hand snaking between them to palm at the other man's growing arousal. )
As I thought... you're quite cute like this. Is this a face you get to make often, I wonder~?
( He doesn't have the same smooth expertise that Aventurine does when it comes to undoing another man's pants, but he's as efficient as he can manage while in his lap like this. Unbuttoning, unzipping— these exotic clothes are so annoying sometimes— and then he's dipping his hand in, slender fingers wrapping around the blonde's erection and pulling him just barely free from the constraints of his underwear and pants. He doesn't bother pulling them all the way off— just enough out of the way to get a few proper strokes, his kisses lowering to Aventurine's jaw, and then... his neck.
One kiss in particular lodges a thorn nicely from within him. As he swipes his thumb over the tip of his cock, his eyes narrow with great interest, words mumbled into warm skin. )
Oh, but I expect you can't talk much, right now. You shouldn't try.
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something else he has noted is that esikko likes to have control, that the cards are in his favor and their little game is going his way. fine, then. aventurine can play along to that, lower his head to esi's shoulder and lean there, needy and wanting, so desperately seeking more of that touch to his lower half yet unable of jerking his hips to chase after it.
aventurine tries to speak nonetheless, but the next time he hacks up a cough, blood comes out in splutters. despite all, he learns something from this too - that it's not illusionary magic, not the phantom feeling of a thorn inside his throat, but possibly a real one. it dirties esikko's nice and tidy shirt, a thin string of blood running down his chin, and a part of him wonders if this, too, will anger him. his right hand tightens its grip on esikko's clothes, a quiet plea.
surely his intention isn't to kill aventurine here, when so many had watched them walk together into his room. surely there are other ways of making him this pathetic, if esi enjoys seeing it so much. aventurine will play the part, really. but surely his luck would keep him alive here, right? )
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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. )
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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. )
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What more do you want, little fox?
( Esikko presses a harder kiss to Aventurine's throat, digging the thorns in further. His hand strokes, slowing when it seems like Aventurine is at his most desperate, speeding up again when he whines for it. He's having too much fun.
But he's not against doing more... if Aventurine can ask for it, that is. )
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he winces not at the pain, but at the lack of proper friction. he's way better at handling those, but the half of him that desires intimacy wishes only to be spoiled and wanted, to have his desires met and granted, to feel the ecstasy of pleasure and lose himself to it. it's maddening, coupled with the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, it's too much for a normal person to bear.
coupled, even worse, with the fact aventurine isn't the kind to give in so easily - he finds the strength to lean back, straighten himself up. he's a pale mess, sweating and bloodied and disheveled all around. the fingers around esikko's tighten their grip, albeit leaning on the weaker side, and he moves their hands together, a far steadier pace than he had been granted at all. )
Like this, ( aventurine attempts to say, in between his own pleasure and the excruciating feeling in his throat, ) but I suppose a princeling like you... doesn't have much experience in this?
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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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funny ass tag to do after everything. also vague emeto mention
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