( so much for dangerous, when the high of aventurine's own climax is reliant on rude's touches on him, whether with a hand on or off his cock; it's the combination of all of it, the stimulation from the front with how deep he can feel him from behind that turns aventurine into a lewd mess of choked whimpers, and there's a particular irony in this, from their earlier conversation on intimacy, that they ride their releases nearly in unison.
he lifts off his cock, panting and all, to feel some of the come slip down his thighs. something he knows his partners tend to enjoy seeing, and though it's a very deliberate behavior, aventurine masks as anything but. his eyes are on rude's hand, after all, where most of his own come landed on. )
Let me clean you up, then. To make up for... ( how does he put it. hmm. ) scaring you.
( a finger that he taps on his lips, to let the implication sit, though he's sure he could find tissues and towels within close range. )
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he lifts off his cock, panting and all, to feel some of the come slip down his thighs. something he knows his partners tend to enjoy seeing, and though it's a very deliberate behavior, aventurine masks as anything but. his eyes are on rude's hand, after all, where most of his own come landed on. )
Let me clean you up, then. To make up for... ( how does he put it. hmm. ) scaring you.
( a finger that he taps on his lips, to let the implication sit, though he's sure he could find tissues and towels within close range. )