( for all intended purposes, it is a captivating show to watch. aventurine sits back, awkward and uncomfortable, but none of it matters in light of said predatory gaze consuming every inch of kirma. he hadn't had the chance before, after all, on their mid ass first time that seems so far into the past now. aventurine might just prefer it this way, unsure whether it's his real feelings, the play-pretend ones, or something corrupted by the fervent instincts inside of him.
he wants to eat kirma, but not in the way that his family had been eaten. it feels more intimate, the tingling desire at the back of his throat, the way aventurine clenches his jaw and gives kirma his undivided attention, the slow movements of his fingers, the hallucination that it could be him, instead, his fingers then himself and kirma would be stripped bare and covered in marks and bleeding and begging—
at some point, aventurine had taken ahold of one of his legs, lifted it onto his shoulder, sinking his nails onto his calf. it would disrupt the flow of such cute little show, yes, but could aventurine really keep watching without doing anything?
he turns his head towards the leg, and bites down right on top of the nail marks, hard, and tastes blood on his lips. face flushed as it is, not once had aventurine turned his gaze elsewhere. )
Such a handsome dog that you are, ( man, he had meant, but the word escapes his lips unnoticed. with his own tail wagging behind him, aventurine laps at the biting mark, resists the temptation of sinking his teeth down again, deep, deeper, ripping skin and flesh and muscle and wondering, for a moment, how he would taste— ) Had I known you look this good under me, I wouldn't have let you be on top that other time.
( as he sets kirma's leg down, aventurine reaches for his hips, brings him closer to him with a tight grip, the shape of his own erection through his pants awkward against him, but what matters the most is the friction, which he purrs in response. )
A shame you're not a cute bunny. I would have had so much fun making you mine. ( and here, aventurine feigns a sudden realization, ) Do you think if I fuck you enough I can turn you into one?
cw for cannibalism and gore :(
he wants to eat kirma, but not in the way that his family had been eaten. it feels more intimate, the tingling desire at the back of his throat, the way aventurine clenches his jaw and gives kirma his undivided attention, the slow movements of his fingers, the hallucination that it could be him, instead, his fingers then himself and kirma would be stripped bare and covered in marks and bleeding and begging—
at some point, aventurine had taken ahold of one of his legs, lifted it onto his shoulder, sinking his nails onto his calf. it would disrupt the flow of such cute little show, yes, but could aventurine really keep watching without doing anything?
he turns his head towards the leg, and bites down right on top of the nail marks, hard, and tastes blood on his lips. face flushed as it is, not once had aventurine turned his gaze elsewhere. )
Such a handsome dog that you are, ( man, he had meant, but the word escapes his lips unnoticed. with his own tail wagging behind him, aventurine laps at the biting mark, resists the temptation of sinking his teeth down again, deep, deeper, ripping skin and flesh and muscle and wondering, for a moment, how he would taste— ) Had I known you look this good under me, I wouldn't have let you be on top that other time.
( as he sets kirma's leg down, aventurine reaches for his hips, brings him closer to him with a tight grip, the shape of his own erection through his pants awkward against him, but what matters the most is the friction, which he purrs in response. )
A shame you're not a cute bunny. I would have had so much fun making you mine. ( and here, aventurine feigns a sudden realization, ) Do you think if I fuck you enough I can turn you into one?