( there are little things about this encounter that kirma will think back on— is probably thinking on now, in the present of this timestamp— things that hint at the kind of life that aventurine might have had, long before this place. that curiosity is tucked away for now, too easily subsumed by the heat of the moment. aventurine's cock is good enough on its own, but the hand plying his tail is what really pulls a whine out of him, a spot already tender even before the conceit of this game.
of course the yapper is going to draw things out unreasonably, though. without actually having been transformed (yet?), he isn't quite so needy as to be demanding and desperate. this also doesn't mean he's entirely complacent— his back curves as he moves to lay his hand over the one on his tail, forcing aventurine's fingers to curl tighter around it, letting him feel the shiver of his body the pressure creates. )
I'll be yours— ( a dangerous line, the kind that makes him have to pause and exhale before continuing, ) only if you claim me well enough.
( of course, he doesn't doubt that he will. the sting at his calf holds too much promise, combined with the predatory bent of the man above him. that surety does little to grant him patience. )
enough good times let's get back to the weird times
of course the yapper is going to draw things out unreasonably, though. without actually having been transformed (yet?), he isn't quite so needy as to be demanding and desperate. this also doesn't mean he's entirely complacent— his back curves as he moves to lay his hand over the one on his tail, forcing aventurine's fingers to curl tighter around it, letting him feel the shiver of his body the pressure creates. )
I'll be yours— ( a dangerous line, the kind that makes him have to pause and exhale before continuing, ) only if you claim me well enough.
( of course, he doesn't doubt that he will. the sting at his calf holds too much promise, combined with the predatory bent of the man above him. that surety does little to grant him patience. )