( lucky rude, that the fingers in his mouth stop aventurine from talking more. he does a damn good job at coating them with saliva, sufficiently wet so the imminent intrusion goes smoothly... not that he would have minded otherwise. it wouldn't be aventurine if he didn't mind a little - or a lot - of pain, after all. even if he has long stopped being able to feel that pain he consistently chases after.
he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?
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he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?