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The sound of Aventurine's shoes against a hardwood floor as he comes up from behind you. The slow n steady glide of his finger tips over your sides as he sneaks his hands around to cup your chest. The metal of his rings kisses your skin cold, shocks a shudder down your spine. It's such a harsh juxtaposition with the smooth heat of his eager palms as he squeezes.
I need to be between Clive Rosfields thighs blowing him soooo bad. He tilts his head back and bites his lips and his eyes get all watery. And he grips the sheets. It takes every ounce of control he has left to not burn straight through them.
Torn between snake manipulative yandere Aventurine and Aventurine who you plow into the pillows, face down ass up. I can really see both. Very versatile.
Mutual masturbation doesn't work with Leander or Vere. Leander is too greedy to get his hands on you as soon as possible. He wants to be the one drawing moans and sighs from your kiss bruised lips. He wants to be responsible for making you writhe on the sheets. He wants to savor the taste of you and know he has rendered you into a limbless, drooling mess. It's one of his few joys in a world devastated by death and disease and soulless. Would you really deprive him of that?
Vere on the other hand settles against the veritable mountain of pillows he keeps at the head of his mattress, pinning you in place with that keen, hungry gaze. He tracks the slow drag of your hand as you smooth it over your chest and down your stomach, eyelids dipping low. He can appreciate a good tease, but you get to the actual masturbation part for only a minute before he's on top of you, knocking your hand aside and muttering about how you're doing it wrong.
There's no need to worry, though. Why are you looking at him with those big, scared eyes? (Already so frightened of earning his disapproval) There's no need to fear, he's just going to show you the right way. So sit back and let him make you feel good. Because you obviously couldn't have handled it yourself.
Can't stop thinking about getting Ratio's ankles above his head and hammering into him until he's just heaving out broken little sobs. Ruddy red cock sooo sensitive and shooting blanks. Eyes glazed over. Bruises and red marks on the shape or your hands all over his thighs and ass. Chest and tummy wet with his own release.
