( this definitely feels like one of those things that explicit permission is hardly necessary; or that permission is so much needed at all, if it's given so obviously with the spread of aventurine's legs as he straddles rufus, and the game he so willingly plays. yet he, too, knows what permission does, the weight behind it. less so is the consent requested, but the power dynamic included in wearing a collar and holding the leash.
what rufus is asking is simply for aventurine to connect his collar with the leash on his hand; the one that with the press of a button steals a quiet gasp from aventurine, unexpected as the feeling had been. yet his smile only grows wider, as he's slowly becoming more familiar with the tactics in their game. )
I'm already on your lap, aren't I?
( pointed, and perhaps an excuse, as he shifts on rufus, trying both to find a more comfortable position to account for how hard he's slowly getting in his pants, and to shamefully chase after more of the pleasure he could have from the plug or, if nothing else, from rufus himself, too.
far from aventurine to be picky, after all. )
Is the leash you want to put on me just for show, or are you scared I will run?
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what rufus is asking is simply for aventurine to connect his collar with the leash on his hand; the one that with the press of a button steals a quiet gasp from aventurine, unexpected as the feeling had been. yet his smile only grows wider, as he's slowly becoming more familiar with the tactics in their game. )
I'm already on your lap, aren't I?
( pointed, and perhaps an excuse, as he shifts on rufus, trying both to find a more comfortable position to account for how hard he's slowly getting in his pants, and to shamefully chase after more of the pleasure he could have from the plug or, if nothing else, from rufus himself, too.
far from aventurine to be picky, after all. )
Is the leash you want to put on me just for show, or are you scared I will run?