[It feels like his blush is growing ridiculous at this point. Skin so red he can be mistaken for a cardinal instead of a charmony dove.]
Just a little.
[It's a fond echo, said with no decency or shame or restraint, just slips right out there. A little is still something, and that something is worth a kiss, and he's more than willing to give one. Which probably should be more concerning than it is, given how they'd gone months and months without one, and now here he is, kissing Aventurine like it's normal.
He'll overthink this later.
For now, he's kissing Aventurine and it's nic-
And that's when he groans into Aventurine's mouth, his hips bucking up ever so slightly to chase Aventurine's hand, and Sunday freezes in awareness of what the fuck he just did and his eyes meet Aventurine's own, asking without asking did I just..........
{ he just hums in return to that, letting his eyes drink in the sight rather than ruin it with words. even if he's flushed to stupid levels, it isn't like aventurine is much better.
aventurine's eyes stay slightly open during the kiss, like if he closes them this will slip through his fingertips even if he has definite proof that they really are here in his bed right now.
fingers curl to grip into the sheet below them both at the groan, mouth pulling back with a soft gasp for air. his pupils are blown wide as his eyes drift down, concentrating as he bites his lip, shifts his hand to grind his palm down again. it isn't a verbal confirmation to say yes, yes you absolutely just did that, but neither of them likely need that. his eyes don't stay looking down though, just enough to make sure his hand is placed well, then his eyes shift back to sunday's face.
he watches with what can only be described as awe for any reactions he manages to draw. after a few times though he's pushing himself back up, arm straightening until he can sit up again. they aren't going to get very far like this after all.
so he pulls his hand away for a small break. pulls it away so he can shift back and uses both hands to pull both sunday's trousers and underwear out of the way and off. hopefully he wasn't hoping to keep some of it on. }
For the record, { he swallows, slides his hands over his thighs but keeps his eyes trained on sunday's face. how he's able to keep a straight face as he speaks is a good question, but the words are tumbling out anyway. } if I were to have any regret about last time... it's that I rushed sucking you off so quickly I barely remember the taste.
This time... { he shuffles back slightly, hands shifting up to take a thigh in each hand until he can draw sunday's legs apart, rest each one over his own so he's resting across his own lap. he lifts his hand up to his own mouth, licks across his palm, then he's reaching to take sunday's cock in hand, give a few slow but sure strokes } ...I'm going to savor it.
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Date: 2026-04-05 05:56 am (UTC)Just a little.
[It's a fond echo, said with no decency or shame or restraint, just slips right out there. A little is still something, and that something is worth a kiss, and he's more than willing to give one. Which probably should be more concerning than it is, given how they'd gone months and months without one, and now here he is, kissing Aventurine like it's normal.
He'll overthink this later.
For now, he's kissing Aventurine and it's nic-
And that's when he groans into Aventurine's mouth, his hips bucking up ever so slightly to chase Aventurine's hand, and Sunday freezes in awareness of what the fuck he just did and his eyes meet Aventurine's own, asking without asking did I just..........
He hadn't even thought he was capable, and yet.]
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Date: 2026-04-05 08:43 pm (UTC)aventurine's eyes stay slightly open during the kiss, like if he closes them this will slip through his fingertips even if he has definite proof that they really are here in his bed right now.
fingers curl to grip into the sheet below them both at the groan, mouth pulling back with a soft gasp for air. his pupils are blown wide as his eyes drift down, concentrating as he bites his lip, shifts his hand to grind his palm down again. it isn't a verbal confirmation to say yes, yes you absolutely just did that, but neither of them likely need that. his eyes don't stay looking down though, just enough to make sure his hand is placed well, then his eyes shift back to sunday's face.
he watches with what can only be described as awe for any reactions he manages to draw. after a few times though he's pushing himself back up, arm straightening until he can sit up again. they aren't going to get very far like this after all.
so he pulls his hand away for a small break. pulls it away so he can shift back and uses both hands to pull both sunday's trousers and underwear out of the way and off. hopefully he wasn't hoping to keep some of it on. }
For the record, { he swallows, slides his hands over his thighs but keeps his eyes trained on sunday's face. how he's able to keep a straight face as he speaks is a good question, but the words are tumbling out anyway. } if I were to have any regret about last time... it's that I rushed sucking you off so quickly I barely remember the taste.
This time... { he shuffles back slightly, hands shifting up to take a thigh in each hand until he can draw sunday's legs apart, rest each one over his own so he's resting across his own lap. he lifts his hand up to his own mouth, licks across his palm, then he's reaching to take sunday's cock in hand, give a few slow but sure strokes } ...I'm going to savor it.