( little does aventurine know, that giving in to his instincts here would be worth something, from kirma’s perspective. then maybe his blood could be worth something, sprayed across the gardens, staining aventurine’s teeth and lips. any animal can be prey if it falls into another creature’s jaws, and wouldn’t that be a fitting end, here? torn to pieces, strewn across the grass, a world silent save for the artificial breeze— as long as it was by aventurine’s hand. that could be enough, he thinks.
of course, that piercing bite doesn’t come. what does is still enough to evoke a soft moan, even as he wishes the fang digging in to his neck would feel his pulse from the inside of his vein, not the outside. it’s a shame that bruises fade; this one will surely be a treasure for as long as it lasts.
the sudden shift and his new instructions take a moment to land, preoccupied by the physicality of the moment as kirma is. though there’s a clear lack of understanding as he takes the offered lube, ears swiveling forward as if there’s some secret whisper that might explain it, the context is enough for him to piece the rest together. no sex ed 101 today. his eyes flick back upwards to aventurine’s face, and the sharp exhale that comes is dangerously close to a laugh of his own. )
Then watch.
( this position isn’t the most convenient for getting undressed in, either, but at least he can slip out of enough of his pants to make things work. with one leg already hiked up by virtue of having nowhere else to go, it’s a simple matter to spread the other wide; equally simple, then, to pour some of the vial’s contents out onto his fingers, reaching around from behind to slide one into himself. can’t block the view, after all. his movements are slow, a deliberate sort of drawn out, even as one finger becomes two and his hips lift in order to drive them deeper into himself. his cock rests along the curve of one hip, half-hard but certainly not suffering from a lack of direct attention— being the subject of aventurine’s predatory gaze goes a long way. )
cw light vore mentions and suicidal ideation kinda ???
of course, that piercing bite doesn’t come. what does is still enough to evoke a soft moan, even as he wishes the fang digging in to his neck would feel his pulse from the inside of his vein, not the outside. it’s a shame that bruises fade; this one will surely be a treasure for as long as it lasts.
the sudden shift and his new instructions take a moment to land, preoccupied by the physicality of the moment as kirma is. though there’s a clear lack of understanding as he takes the offered lube, ears swiveling forward as if there’s some secret whisper that might explain it, the context is enough for him to piece the rest together. no sex ed 101 today. his eyes flick back upwards to aventurine’s face, and the sharp exhale that comes is dangerously close to a laugh of his own. )
Then watch.
( this position isn’t the most convenient for getting undressed in, either, but at least he can slip out of enough of his pants to make things work. with one leg already hiked up by virtue of having nowhere else to go, it’s a simple matter to spread the other wide; equally simple, then, to pour some of the vial’s contents out onto his fingers, reaching around from behind to slide one into himself. can’t block the view, after all. his movements are slow, a deliberate sort of drawn out, even as one finger becomes two and his hips lift in order to drive them deeper into himself. his cock rests along the curve of one hip, half-hard but certainly not suffering from a lack of direct attention— being the subject of aventurine’s predatory gaze goes a long way. )