( indeed he is, the adaptable type. it's his strength, a calm and rational mind that lays out plans and schemes regardless of the situation. he's aventurine of stratagems, after all, and yet it stands true, that the element of sudden surprise is what counters his quick mind for a least a while.
he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )
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he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )