[Rude stops when Aventurine points out the obvious, wondering if the proper thing would be to get up and leave. But it would be a lie to pretend that he could do that at this point without seeing that he finishes everything he's started.]
I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]
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I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]