( 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. )
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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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( 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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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? ♥
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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. )