( 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? ♥
funny ass tag to do after everything. also vague emeto mention
( 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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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. )