( satisfactory, for sure. a breath hitches and his ears flick briefly at the pain— but it's mild and, more than that, not unwelcome, judging by the way he leans in to chase as aventurine pulls back. each one of his manipulations, physical or not, kirma meets with an eagerness bordering on desperation. certainly a far cry from their previous liaison; this is so much closer to what he's used to, and thus is it so much easier to respond. a trickle of blood runs down his lips; he swipes it away with his tongue, eyes bright.
that's enough discussion, isn't it. his hands grab at aventurine with a renewed interest, nails digging into his hips as he tries to pull him closer, a vain attempt to eliminate all space between their bodies. he cannot say all his doubts have been quelled, of course, but they have been quieted enough to be left for the future, at a time with fewer foxes in his lap and more of his own saliva in his mouth. it isn't as though he's ended up where he has in life by being difficult to please. )
Aven, ( he says, in a whisper as soft as what the simulated clouds above their head attempt to promise. ) I—
( want you, perhaps, obviously. would do anything for you, just as likely. whether one of those or a secret third thing— it catches in his throat, words tangling into a snarl that comes out as a sigh. nevermind. kirma instead focuses his efforts into trying to pull another kiss out of him, rocking upwards with an arousal hardly disguised by his clothing. )
here's the no romo you ordered
that's enough discussion, isn't it. his hands grab at aventurine with a renewed interest, nails digging into his hips as he tries to pull him closer, a vain attempt to eliminate all space between their bodies. he cannot say all his doubts have been quelled, of course, but they have been quieted enough to be left for the future, at a time with fewer foxes in his lap and more of his own saliva in his mouth. it isn't as though he's ended up where he has in life by being difficult to please. )
Aven, ( he says, in a whisper as soft as what the simulated clouds above their head attempt to promise. ) I—
( want you, perhaps, obviously. would do anything for you, just as likely. whether one of those or a secret third thing— it catches in his throat, words tangling into a snarl that comes out as a sigh. nevermind. kirma instead focuses his efforts into trying to pull another kiss out of him, rocking upwards with an arousal hardly disguised by his clothing. )