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[aventurine] oral sex - aventurine receiving

"stay still," you whisper as your lips wrap around his tip, "move and i'll leave you like this."

you're so cruel, damn it! aventurine groans, struggling against his binds, but all he gets are the sounds of the handcuffs clanging against his chair. he tries to buck his hips, but you keep him on the chair with your hands on his thighs.

"shh, relax." you coo, pulling away and licking your lips before you put on a show of swirling your tongue around his rock-hard cock, from the top to the base, "patience is a virtue."

"you, ngh, you try being patient!" aventurine hisses, trying once again to grind against your face for some friction, "i can't, please... please, please?"

he hates the way he begs for you, hates the way you make him so needy that he doesn't care how pitiful he becomes, hates how he's so willing to be weak around you. he'd die before he allowed anyone to put him in handcuffs, but he's more than happy to be put in a pair of fluffy cuffs for you.

you glance at his face, take in the way his drool drips off his chin and the way his mouth hangs open, and you grin mischievously. you want to turn him into even more of a mess. you want to take him to heaven and beyond.

you wrap your fingers around his cock gently and rub it against your face, along your nose, licking it until you put the tip on your lips. "ready?" you ask, peering up at him with half-lidded eyes, and you don't wait for a response before you take him into your mouth all the way to the base.

"oh, ohh, dear," aventurine's reaction is immediate, his beautiful eyes rolling to the back of his head as he arches off the chair. "please, please, more...!"

he oozes precum, you can taste it from the sudden stickiness on your tongue. "you taste so good..." you mumble, your words garbled from how he filled up your mouth. you let go of his thighs, a lazy grin on your lips as you happily gagged on his cock, "mm, fuck into me," you purr, grinding your hips against the floor as your own arousal hikes with every little noise aventurine makes.

if you've gone as far as to asking outright, who is he to deny you? he doesn't hesitate to rut his hips into your face, shoving his cock deep into your throat. "you're so tight, mmh," he whimpers as he can't help but move faster, "so warm, so hot," he pants, as he tries to move his hands again, he wants so desperately to grab you by your hair and use your mouth, but those damn cuffs are still in the way, so he whines again, "baby, please, take off the cuffs?"

you look at him, at how his face is already blissed out, and you chuckle. you're feeling mean, but you also want to prioritize aventurine's pleasure. you have a short debate with yourself, your mind already so clouded with lust that you can't think straight anymore, and you think, why not both?

in no world would aventurine expect you to reach for lube of all things. you're giving him the most mind-blowing head he's ever received in his entire life, and you're lubing up your fingers? all the while fiddling with his handcuffs with one hand and finally freeing his hands?

he immediately buries his hand in your hair and tugs on it, slowly pulling you onto his cock and pushing you back, repeating until he realizes you're letting him do whatever he wants. you blink up at him, and he smirks; are you waiting for him to choke you? damn sure he won't say no to that.

"mmh!" you moan around him; he's going so rough, so deep, and you feel like you'll taste him for days to come, but you're not about to complain, "yes, like that, ngh, hngh...!"

while he fucks your throat like a fleshlight, your slick fingers hover over his ass, tapping and circling his hole tentatively. you wait until his thrusts grow frantic before you slowly ease a finger into him, and boy, you'll never forget his scream.

"eeep! d-dear, what are you–" aventurine cuts himself off with a loud cry as you curl your finger into his ass. he lifts his hips up, hoping to get away from that foreign feeling, but he ends up feeling your throat constrict around his cock, so he pulls back, and he ends up fucking himself on your fingers. he's doomed, cornered wherever he'll go, "ah-aaugh, dear, please, please...! i can't take this!"

you raise a brow, waiting for his safeword, but you never hear it. instead, you feel a stream of thick, hot cum in your mouth. you slap the side of his thigh, but you don't punish him. he's feeling good, after all. he's cumming so hard, so much into your throat, and gods, it's making you feel hot. "haah, mh," you sigh shakily as you're essentially forced to swallow, the taste of his desire for you driving you nearly insane.

you smirk and gently slip another finger in, scissoring and thrusting languidly as he rides out his orgasm in your mouth. his hands slide towards your face and wipes away your sweat, your drool, and they rest on the base of your neck as he slows down.

when your fingers hit his prostate, you feel him get hard all over again, and you shudder. how much stamina does this man have? you move off of his cock, sucking only on his tip, but he bites his lip and shoves himself into your throat again. you groan loudly, and as retaliation you pull your fingers out, and shove them back in knuckle-deep, pressing against his sensitive spot precisely.

aeons, you're abusing his prostate, and he's abusing your mouth, and it all feels so good. "mmh, i'm, i'm going to...!" aventurine mewls, his hips rolling between your fingers and your face, "don't stop, ugh, don't stop!"

you choke on his cock when he loses his pace, and you stop thrusting your fingers altogether, instead insistently pressing on his prostate. "gah, eugh, hnngh," you moan, every little vibration from you sending him closer and closer to the edge, "good boy, cum for me, hm?" you manage to get out, and you can see aventurine's brain short circuit.

he holds your head in place, his cum shooting straight down your throat. you whine, your entire body shaking and your eyes rolling back as you're overwhelmed by his pleasure. his ass tightens and spasms around your fingers, and you milk his prostate a little more before finally pulling out.

you've made a mess between your legs, too, and you can only hope that he doesn't notice.