( there’s no resistance when aventurine seizes his face, only a soft whine as he yields to the kiss; by now, his fingers are digging in hard enough to leave bruises for the morning. locked in place though he is, kirma still meets aventurine with as much force as he can muster, occasionally straining against the hold but never once truly trying to break free of it. already, this is enough for him to forget what he’d been so worked up over, only moments before, mind blanking out in the face of desire— one very specifically focused on the man before him.
of course, this only serves to make aventurine’s request all the more devastating. be a good boy, he says, and kirma’s cheeks burn hot against his hand, ears folding back in equal parts placation and upset. were he in a better state, he might push back against this more, might try to snap back, but today… )
If you wanted to.
( clearly, a different thought from his initial one— but connected, all the same. )
I’d let you tear me apart, Aven.
( because he does recognize that predatory desire. it’s one he lives with every day, after all; in the end, though, he prefers seeing it reflected in someone else’s eyes. )
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of course, this only serves to make aventurine’s request all the more devastating. be a good boy, he says, and kirma’s cheeks burn hot against his hand, ears folding back in equal parts placation and upset. were he in a better state, he might push back against this more, might try to snap back, but today… )
If you wanted to.
( clearly, a different thought from his initial one— but connected, all the same. )
I’d let you tear me apart, Aven.
( because he does recognize that predatory desire. it’s one he lives with every day, after all; in the end, though, he prefers seeing it reflected in someone else’s eyes. )