( a casual conversation he doesn't so much mind, in spite of the view he has. he thought so before, and thinks as much still: rude looks exceptionally handsome between his legs, on his knees. the attraction is obvious as it shoots down at his erection and makes it twitch in interest, caring little whether it's brought to his attention or not. aventurine may lack preferences, but he's just human. )

I invest in planets I consider to be high reward. ( there's a particular ghost feeling here - or it's aventurine unconsciously longing for something -, the feeling of rude's mouth on his thighs, the kissing and biting.

so much for a man who had allegedly hated the intimacy of it. ) You could consider it an odd job. I do have tons of paperwork to do as well.

( corporation life, but he enjoys the similarities. not anything interesting, he parroted, and aventurine can only wonder if the lie in it is the same. he closes his legs around rude again, though an approach far less firm, knowing he'll be turned around sooner or later. he can enjoy the man where he is now. )

Ah, but now I'm curious. Are you the workaholic type? The kind who's married to his job, and pays little attention to his social life.