[It's good, the way each subsequent exchange of their game has brought Aventurine a little closer, a little more securely into Rufus's hold; it's where he wants him, focused in on their banter and the meet of their eyes and the steady, lulling rhythm of their cocks grinding together through fabric. The press of that hand at the back of his neck makes him smile, just faintly; it's meant to convey that he's been caught, he knows, as little by little they tangle themselves up in each other.
But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]
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But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]