( it sends a jolt down his spine, the touch on his cock. he doesn't mind slow, not just yet, chasing after the feeling as much as he can. the torture and desperation is fine, he enjoys it, makes him almost lose his mind in a way that is all too dangerous for the kind of job and life he has, but it's a respite that aventurine gets to enjoy, in this place.

he laughs, too, at the bite, in response to what he said. some card games require cards to be discarded in order to obtain a better hand - reading people is much like that. ideas and assumptions made to be discarded, so the light of a better picture can be brought to his attention. like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. )

You already fulfilled your dice roll. The game is over. ( because he still remembers this is a game, a game within a game, and aventurine tries to turn to look behind him. ) I don't see why you can't just do what you want, my friend. Though...

( and here, aventurine deliberately brings a finger to his mouth, open with his tongue flat and certainly wet, and he taps against it as though to bring rude's attention to it. he closes it with a teasing smirk. this is the golden peacock, where lube is certainly available in every crook and corner, but making his own fun is part of being a player. ) I can help you with that.