( so it’s his blood being spilled, today. it’s a funny little callback to their previous encounter, to be sure; the muscle tenses under aventurine’s teeth, then relaxes, accepting of whatever he wants from him— and it’s almost disappointing, when he holds back. almost, because the words spilling from aventurine’s bloodied lips are as thrilling as having the flesh stripped from his bones. even if the word dog makes a hot embarrassment bloom in his chest, so too does it make him shudder. such a demeaning praise, but—
as long as aventurine’s eyes are on him, isn’t that what matters most? )
The little game hasn’t changed me yet, so—
( perhaps it’s a possibility. if only it were so easy; if only he could simply become something useful, a prey worth chasing. slick fingers come out to pull at aventurine’s waistband, craving something more than simple pressure. )
You know you’re the only one I’d let try.
( at some point, his free hand manages to make its way to aventurine’s shoulder, clawing at him, trying to draw him closer, down; it finds the back of his neck, tangling in his hair, giving little tugs that are easily brushed aside, but… the desire behind them is clear. hasn’t he done well at preparing himself, doesn’t he deserve a reward for his efforts? )
you mean :)
as long as aventurine’s eyes are on him, isn’t that what matters most? )
The little game hasn’t changed me yet, so—
( perhaps it’s a possibility. if only it were so easy; if only he could simply become something useful, a prey worth chasing. slick fingers come out to pull at aventurine’s waistband, craving something more than simple pressure. )
You know you’re the only one I’d let try.
( at some point, his free hand manages to make its way to aventurine’s shoulder, clawing at him, trying to draw him closer, down; it finds the back of his neck, tangling in his hair, giving little tugs that are easily brushed aside, but… the desire behind them is clear. hasn’t he done well at preparing himself, doesn’t he deserve a reward for his efforts? )