[Rude can sense the intended humor in his tone, and can't help but imagine how upset Aventurine might truly be if he genuinely started to question him. Something tells him the man would hold up reasonably well for an interrogation.]
Mm.
[A hum in response to show he's listening as he moves further down, settling on his knees again so he can pull his underwear down from his hips to his thighs, happy to finally get the fabric out of the way so he can lean in and drag his tongue up the underside of Aventurine's length, using his hands to spread his thighs further apart.]
Strategic Investment? So you manage money? [He asks casually, as if he's not dragging his hands over the man's thighs or tossing his underwear aside.] I also work for a big Corporation. Not anything interesting. [It's a lie, but not a very big one.] Doing odd jobs, writing reports. That kind of thing..
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Mm.
[A hum in response to show he's listening as he moves further down, settling on his knees again so he can pull his underwear down from his hips to his thighs, happy to finally get the fabric out of the way so he can lean in and drag his tongue up the underside of Aventurine's length, using his hands to spread his thighs further apart.]
Strategic Investment? So you manage money? [He asks casually, as if he's not dragging his hands over the man's thighs or tossing his underwear aside.] I also work for a big Corporation. Not anything interesting. [It's a lie, but not a very big one.] Doing odd jobs, writing reports. That kind of thing..