[Rude leans forward to make it easier for Aventurine to reach back and use him for support. The stool wasn't made for this purpose, he's sure, and Rude takes a quick look around for alternative locations.]

No, but you do seem like the type to be particular about the compliments that you do get.

[It's a polite way to suggest that he sees the brattiness in him without having to use such a loaded word. Rude draws back a little to push into him again, afraid to use more force because he doesn't want to make Aventurine too uncomfortable on that stool. So he pulls him up to turn him around, having to disconnect for just a moment so he can sit on the stool with Aventurine on his lap facing him, using the wall behind him to lean back against if he needs it.

Rude lowers him down onto his cock again, eyes fluttering at how good he feels, and for better or worse the other man can see for himself while they're facing each other.]

I don't.. think cute is the right word anymore.