[Sunday grins as Aventurine kisses the tip of his nose, then responds with another slow, tender kiss to the Stoneheart's lips.
Aventurine tastes sweet and smells sweeter. It startles Sunday, how much he wants this. Only a few days ago, they were warily circling eachother. Only a few days ago, Sunday had stated, firmly, that he would not sleep with Aventurine, that he never would. Now, it is all he wants to do in this moment. Sleep. Touch. Talk. Bond.
They have somehow skipped straight past a normal friendship to heated breaths and eager hands... But it makes sense. Even on the day they first met, they were not strangers. They had researched eachother, arming themselves with information to bring to a meeting that was also a battlefield.
Sunday decides they are not moving too fast, that this is proper. They are moving at exactly the right pace.
He gently slips his fingers beneath Aventurine's open collar to draw lazy circles against his clavicle.]
I will always listen to your limits, Churin. I never want you to feel as though I am taking advantage of you.
[His head dips, lips parted to kiss Aventurine's exposed neck, then he hesitates.]
...We uncovered a secret war between The Family and the IPC. I suppose we should address this unfortunate situation and earn ourselves some time tonight?
[The question curls from his throat in a note heavy with unsatisfied need. Desire rises like sap within him, rolls through him enough to ache and burn like nothing he has ever felt before. Before long, he will be lit aflame by his own skin.
...But satisfying desire when there is work to do? That would be selfish.
...He hopes Aventurine will offer a sensible reason for them to spend the rest of the day in this hotel room.]
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Aventurine tastes sweet and smells sweeter. It startles Sunday, how much he wants this. Only a few days ago, they were warily circling eachother. Only a few days ago, Sunday had stated, firmly, that he would not sleep with Aventurine, that he never would. Now, it is all he wants to do in this moment. Sleep. Touch. Talk. Bond.
They have somehow skipped straight past a normal friendship to heated breaths and eager hands... But it makes sense. Even on the day they first met, they were not strangers. They had researched eachother, arming themselves with information to bring to a meeting that was also a battlefield.
Sunday decides they are not moving too fast, that this is proper. They are moving at exactly the right pace.
He gently slips his fingers beneath Aventurine's open collar to draw lazy circles against his clavicle.]
I will always listen to your limits, Churin. I never want you to feel as though I am taking advantage of you.
[His head dips, lips parted to kiss Aventurine's exposed neck, then he hesitates.]
...We uncovered a secret war between The Family and the IPC. I suppose we should address this unfortunate situation and earn ourselves some time tonight?
[The question curls from his throat in a note heavy with unsatisfied need. Desire rises like sap within him, rolls through him enough to ache and burn like nothing he has ever felt before. Before long, he will be lit aflame by his own skin.
...But satisfying desire when there is work to do? That would be selfish.
...He hopes Aventurine will offer a sensible reason for them to spend the rest of the day in this hotel room.]