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It had started innocently enough.
Well, as innocently as a morally dubious man with too much money who throws it at you for every little interaction could be. And maybe it had been Caelus’ fault for not stopping him, even thanking him profusely and never really declining the money. So it was possible he had helped contribute to his current situation…
…which involved him sending risqué pictures to the blonde-haired man in exchange for larger sums of money.
It had started innocently – and, boy, was that word starting to lose meaning for Caelus – enough, when his gratitude for the money had included a picture of him winking at the camera and throwing a peace sign. It had been cute, simple, a funny little thing that meant no harm. Not until the three little dots that indicated Aventurine was writing told him otherwise.
Cute.
That’s all the text had said, with another hundred thousand following shortly after.
Now, Caelus had paused here, taken aback. Did he thank Aventurine again? He hadn’t meant anything by sending the picture; it had just been a last minute, fun idea that he usually did with friends. Just a quirky picture that wasn’t particularly good, blurry around the edges from his eagerness to snap a pic, his hair disheveled, the collar of his shirt drooping low on one side and wrinkly. How that deserved a cute and some money he didn’t know, but he felt bad.
Why did you send money for that picture?
The answer is a simple felt like it. And before Caelus could respond, another string of text pops up as he’s forming his thoughts. Next time take your shirt off and send me a picture, friend.
A smiling sticker was sent, out of place next to the line that was asking him to send a softcore nude.
Caelus, ever the one to ignore things, turns off his phone for the night and does not dream about neon eyes and gold coins.
Except there’s a text waiting for him in the morning from Aventurine. Caelus calls whatever is rolling around in his stomach dread, even though he feels his cheeks pinken and his pulse quicken.
What say you and I enter into a contract that is beneficial to the both of us?
Oh, and Caelus is so weak to curiosity that he doesn’t think twice before he sends a quick question mark. It’s only when it shows marked as read and the corresponding three dots that Caelus sees his selfie he sent and the obscene amount of money and curses himself.
Send me pictures that I want to see and I’ll send you money is the request.
Caelus hesitates only a moment before he types out what type of pictures?
The good kind is the answer he gets, and he is frustrated by it. Before he can resend his question with passive aggressive periods between each word, Aventurine continues to type. I want to see you shirtless. How about it?
Before Caelus could think about it, his phone pings and the amount of zeroes he sees makes his head spin and his eyes cross. He blinks, and somehow his shirt is across the room and he is situating himself comfortably on his bed, the camera on his phone flipped so he can see his flushed face. His finger is quick to take pictures, different angles that exclude his face except for one that shows his lips, teeth biting into the lower one, unintentionally seductive.
He sends that one before he can stop to think.
He holds his breath as he sees his message be read, and after a few minutes the excitement has started to fade to worry, and then to shame. He starts to type out an apology, that he must’ve somehow misread ‘take off your shirt’, when another obscene amount of money deposited into his account.
Thanks, friend.
And…that’s it.
Caelus shouldn’t feel disappointment, but he does. The phone falls into his face, and he can’t summon the energy to remove it. He just hopes this doesn’t come back to bite him in the ass. Knowing Aventurine, Caelus had just given him blackmail that would be used against him.
“You’re so weak,” he chides himself, shivering in the chill of his room.
He thinks it’s the end of that when he receives no other text from Aventurine for the next few days. Repelled by his body, Caelus thinks mulishly, and the thoughts follow him into his dreams. It isn’t a peaceful rest, coming in somewhere between twilight and full wakefulness, so when his phone buzzes in the late night he peels open an eye instantly and flails around for it. It takes him a moment to swipe in his code, the sluggishness of his brain not making for great coordination, but when the text notification screen finally pops up, he sees Aventurine’s profile picture.
Send me a picture of your mouth with your tongue out.
Caelus squints at his phone, and then peeks over at his clock. It’s an obscenely early time, and when he yawns his jaw cracks. The phone is overly bright in the dark room, and he lowers the intensity until his eyes don’t bleed from the brightness. He can’t comprehend the words his in sleep-exhausted mind. Mouth, he sees, unconsciously licking at his dry lips. Flipping the camera to selfie mode, he adjusts the angle so only his lower face is visible. He can see the pillow marks on his face, looking like someone had grabbed him by the chin harshly, but he cares little about their inclusion. Next he sticks his tongue out between his lips, but it feels childish, like he’s spitting at some child on a playground, so he opens his mouth to let it hang out instead. It glistens with spit, dripping onto his chin and down his neck.
He snaps the picture as the bead of drool pools in the hollow of his throat. He sends it without looking at it, too tired to give a damn. The simple act of taking the picture makes him exhausted, and he shoves his phone under his pillow and curls tightly inside of his blankets as he drifts to sleep.
When he wakes, it’s with a feeling of foreboding. No, he thinks as he scrambles for his phone, no way he couldn’t have possibly sent a lewd picture—
He swipes his code, and his picture stares up at him accusingly. Caelus can feel his face flush as he realizes just how…erotic the picture looks in his wide awake mind. The lighting is low, his skin illuminated by the phone’s screen. The marks on his face that could be made by a pillow crease or desperate fingers that line his face and neck. His wide open mouth, lips shiny with spit as his tongue hangs out, dripping spit down his chin and neck in some mockery of—
No, Caelus thinks as he hides his burning face in his pillow. No, don’t think about it! If you don’t think about it, it never happened—
Except there’s a continuation in the conversation after the picture, and with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he scrolls down. His eyes widen at the amount of money sent to him, and the words that follow make his stomach clench.
That’s perfect, doll. Thanks for the sweet dreams~
Doll – not friend. A term of endearment, which makes Caelus flush with something he refuses to name.
Aventurine had sent the text right after he had sent the picture, and it’s been a few hours since then, but Caelus feels obligated to respond in some fashion.
Um, thanks, didn’t think it was that good of a picture since I was half-asleep…
He’s both unsurprised and surprised when he sees the read notification right away, as if Aventurine had already been on their chat. The three little dots bounce around at the bottom of the screen for a moment before a reply comes through.
Don’t worry, it was perfect for what I needed it for.
And since Caelus is a glutton for punishment, he writes out what do you do with the pictures?
A moment passes.
Depends.
Caelus furrows his brow. On what?
My mood.
Well, that answered nothing, but it was so on brand for Aventurine that Caelus couldn’t even be annoyed by it. The man was full of secrets, holding his cards close to his chest, and this just seemed to be another one he would keep up his sleeve, only to be used at the last minute to get a win.
Just to make sure, he types out you’re not going to use these pictures against me, right? No blackmail, no threatening to send them to my crew in order to get me to do something for you, right?
Why, friend, the message starts, and Caelus swears he doesn’t feel sad he’s called friend instead of doll, you think so lowly of me. Rest assured, these pictures are for me only. No one else is allowed to see them.
Assuaged for the time being, Caelus feels the tension leave his shoulders, but there’s so many questions he still wants to ask. His fingers hover over his phone hesitantly, but he is unable to bring himself to ask any more. So with a slump of his shoulders, he drops his phone onto his bed and pretends not to jump the rest of the day when his phone buzzes with notifications from other people.
~*~
Not all places they visit need their help, nor is the weather out to get them.
The planet they are currently on is lovely, with white beaches and blue-green waters that reflect the sky. And with the combined puppy faces of both March and Caelus, they are given a small vacation that allows them to kick up that white sand and play in the jewel-colored waters. They even drag Dan Heng along with them, taking great delight in stripping him down from his stuffy clothes and forcing him into beachwear.
“I’ll burn,” is the mulish mumble he gives when he finally leaves the comfort of the changing booth, but March and Caelus are already standing there with sunscreen in their hands, their smiles not at all wicked as they descend upon him.
“Don’t worry,” March assures, squirting an obscene amount on his back while Caelus takes to the front with gusto, “we’ll make sure you’re protected! Look, Caelus hasn’t burned once yet!”
“Well, your method of applying is a little heavy handed,” Caelus says, smiling over Dan Heng’s shoulder at the pouty lips he receives. “I think even water will be repelled.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! I’m just making sure to protect your delicate skin! Now both of you shut up and start rubbing it in! I want an ice cream, and if you don’t hurry I’ll make you pay for it!”
Caelus does end up paying for it, but only because his wallet has been rather heavy from the generous donations he had received. March doesn’t even question his sudden charitable attitude, taking the waffle bowl from him with gusto. Dan Heng has an iced coffee, which he does thank him for, even if he eyes him a little suspiciously when he takes it. Caelus himself has a small vanilla cone, bare of all the little bits and bops that March has.
It's not overly sweet and melts deliciously on his tongue. It’s quite possible Caelus will end up spending a nice chunk on more ice cream later, but for now he savors the one in his hand. Up ahead he can see March taking a selfie with her own monstrosity that is about fifty percent sprinkles, twenty percent candy, and thirty percent ice cream. He watches her, then looks down at his own ice cream.
It's an easy decision to make. He already has what he wants to say written out in his head: Thanks for buying with a cheeky sticker.
Giddy with the thought, he flips his camera around to face himself, raising his ice cream near his face as he smiles. As he snaps the picture, a bit of the ice cream drops onto his chest. The coldness makes him shiver, hardening his nipples at the difference in temperature. He wipes uselessly at the smear, making it worse against his greased skin.
The picture, when it loads, makes him stop.
It is unintentionally erotic, and he flushes as he takes in the suggestive placement of the cream on his chest, his peaked nipples, his skin that shines from the sunscreen. And from the angle he had taken it, he sees his lips shiny with spit and the laughter in his eyes.
He should delete it. Yes, most definitely, it wasn’t fit to be seen—
Somehow, his fingers press send. Ignoring his internal commands, they also type out a quick wish you were here as a final nail in the coffin. He stares in dawning horror at what he has done.
The five hundred thousand, when it comes through a few minutes later, makes his head hurt more than the brain freeze when he chokes on his ice cream, and March has to pound on his back to dislodge the cone from the back of his throat.
“Are you alright?” she asks worriedly, hand rising once more to smack him.
He holds up his hands to fend her off, still coughing. “I’m fine! Just went down the wrong way!”
“Geez, don’t scare me like that!” The hand lowers, and now both of her dainty fists prop onto her hips as she looks at him. “Do you need any water?”
“Uh, no, I’m good. Thanks for always looking out for me.”
Pastel eyes roll. “Yeah, well, someone has to stop you from jumping into every trash can you see. You have no idea what diseases might be hidden in there!”
“Hey, there’s some good stuff!” he argues.
His phone vibrates with an incoming message, and he is resolute in ignoring it. He spends the rest of their vacation day playing in the water, eating at an expensive restaurant that he pays for (ignoring the knowing look of Dan Heng). It isn’t until later, when he lays down exhausted in his bed, that he pulls up the message from Aventurine.
I wish I was there too. That ice cream looks delicious.
~*~
It’s another night when Caelus stops to look through their previous conversations together. A picture, followed by an incredible amount of money deposited into his account. Does this make him a sugar baby, he wonders as he swipes down their conversation. Don’t most sugar daddies want sexual favors in return? At least, Caelus thinks that’s what happens, because that’s what those raunchy romance novels that Dan Heng tries to hide tell him. Well, he was also pretty sure Dan Heng only had those books as a point of reference for his own issues with a certain Xianzhou general who had been sending an increasingly alarming number of gifts.
The books were not very helpful, though, mostly filled with sweaty coitus and bad dirty talk that made Caelus cringe. He can’t imagine Aventurine being bad at that, not crass in the way the books did it. It would be low and crooned, silky smooth as he drank in the voice that called him pet names; doll, baby, lover—
Caelus unzips his pants, resting a hand over the thickness of his cock as it starts to harden.
The Aventurine in his mind prowls closer, the darkness of the room offset by the brightness of his eyes as he hovers over his body. He goes between fully clothed and naked with only jewelry to decorate his body, and Caelus can’t decide which he likes more as he starts to stroke himself through his underwear.
He can imagine the bites along his neck, the sharp teeth pressing in hard and deep enough to leave a bruised mark that would last for days, barely hidden by the collar of his shirt. Or gloved fingers tracing over the lines of his muscles, the cold metal of the rings bringing a sense of relief to his overheated flesh.
He likes the idea of Aventurine seated in a chair, fully clothed, and himself naked on his lap. Dirtying the no doubt expensive clothes with his pleasure that is forced from him by clever hands and wicked words, milked from one orgasm to the next with no breaks.
Prying open his eyes from his day dream, he looks down to see the front of his stained underwear, his erection more prominent now through the thin fabric.
Before he can second guess himself, he snaps a picture of his tented boxers and sends it on its way.
Brrring!
He doesn’t expect the call. It startles him enough that he accidentally tosses the phone off the bed. It hits the wall with a frightful bang, making him wince and automatically look towards his door, waiting for a concerned knock from one of his crew members. None come, and he scrambles off the bed towards where he phone rests on the floor. It’s on the last ring, but he managed to fumble it into his hands, pressing the accept button.
“What are you doing, friend?” is the falsely cheerful voice on the other end of the line when he picks up and stutters out a greeting. “Are you angling for a higher payout or is that something for me personally?”
“I…I thought you might like it,” is what Caelus settles on. “Did you like it?”
A purr. “Oh, I liked it very much, friend, but I need to know what brought this on. I didn’t ask for any pictures, especially of that nature. So are you looking for a higher sum of money for the absolute lewdness you’re sending me unsolicited?”
Unsolicited. The word has Caelus wincing, shoulders coming up to his ears in shame.
“Look, I’m sorry—”
“Oh, now you’re sorry?” Aventurine tuts in disapproval. “You burn hot and cold with me, friend, and I just don’t know what to make of you.”
Caelus splutters, quick to defend himself. “You’ve been asking for increasingly more embarrassing pictures, so I thought—!”
“That I wanted to see you aroused?” is the question that cuts him off, and Caelus chokes on his shame. “And what were you thinking about to get in you in such a state, hmm? Could it have been the illustrious Dan Heng? Maybe that older gentleman, Welt? Possibly thinking about being dominated by Himeko, you naughty boy? Or—”
“It was you!” Caelus blurts out. Oh, and how he can feel his face flush horribly, and yet despite his horror at the situation, his little trash digging dick remains fully hard. “I was thinking of you…”
The silence on the other end of the line is damning. Just as Caelus is about to beg for forgiveness and hang up, a husky chuckle stops him.
“So you send me a picture of your arousal when I’m not there to take care of it? I’m hurt.” And here the voice lowers, the timbre of it a rolling growl that makes Caelus clench his thighs together tightly. “What I would do to you if I was there.”
And because he’s feeling stupidly brave, Caelus stutters out, “W-what would you do?”
“Oh, baby,” is the rumble he receives, “I would ruin you.”
Caelus groans, the sound bordering on a whine, and the dark laughter he gets doesn’t help the throbbing of his cock from where it’s trapped in his briefs.
“When you sent me that picture of your mouth, I could picture it as the perfect place to slot my cock into, let your tongue pillow it. Would you let me warm my cock there, baby, for hours? Make your jaw nice and sore?”
Caelus nods before he understands that Aventurine can’t see him, and he mumbles out an affirmative.
Though he can’t see Aventurine, he can hear the pleased rumble he receives at his answer.
“Doll, give me a few days to figure out a way to you. I have a few matters to attend to, and I might need the Express’s help in them, but I have to make it sound convincing.”
“O-okay…”
“Good. Now, since you’ve been such a naughty boy, don’t touch yourself. If I can’t touch you, then you can’t.”
“Wait, what—”
A cruel laugh, followed by hissed words. “You heard me. No touching until I can be there to touch you. When you cum it’s going to be by my hand. Do you understand?”
No, Caelus doesn’t understand! He was expecting, at the minimum, some phone sex, maybe a video or picture or two swapped back and forth, cumming with Aventurine’s voice in his ear that tells him what a good boy he was. This…this sounded like a punishment!
He’s silent for a moment too long, and Aventurine follows up with, “Are you able to do that? Or should we just forget the whole thing?”
“No!” Caelus blurts out, sitting up straight in panic. “No, I can do that! I’ll be good!”
“Fantastic,” Aventurine croons. “Believe me, the build up and waiting will be worth it. Now, I have to go and actually work, but I’ll send you a little present in the meantime, alright?”
The call ends, leaving Caelus with his cock the hardest it has ever been and a blank screen. He can only stare numbly at it, and is startled when a notification lights up his screen with a subtle vibration.
For you if you’re a good boy.
With shaking fingers, Caelus opens the attached picture.
Oh, he thinks as he sees the erection fill his screen, fisted in a gloved hand. His mouth waters at the sight, taking in the veins and the flushed tip, decorated with a piercing that he can practically feel inside of him already if he clenches his internal muscles. How it would scrape delightfully against his prostate.
Are you going to be a good boy?
Yes he is quick to respond.
Then I’ll be sure to reward you. Remember, no touching yourself until we see each other again. I’ll know if you did, and you won’t like your punishment…or maybe you will.
Even the winking face sticker Aventurine sends seems raunchy. The money notification shouldn’t catch him off guard, but it does, and the amount makes his cock throb more. He has to fist his hands in his comforter to stop them from reaching into his pants.
Yes, this was a punishment, he was sure of it now. How was he going to survive when he already felt fit to burst?
With a groan, Caelus falls face first into his bed and tries to smother himself.
~*~
Weeks pass by, and each day grows incredibly difficult for Caelus to keep his hands to himself. In the shower, changing his clothes, dumpster diving – he had to hold himself back from the sudden erections he seems to sport whenever his phone goes off. It’s like a Pavlovian effect at this point, even if Aventurine hasn’t reached out to him since their last correspondence. His phone vibrates, and BAM, sudden erection, even if most of the time it’s the group chat with the Astral Express crew. There’s something odd about sporting a boner when Pom-Pom is the one texting, so now Caelus leaves his phone on silent most of the time.
It's because of that he misses the announcement from Aventurine himself and has to hear it from Himeko.
“Aventurine is coming?”
Himeko nods, taking a sip of her sludge that she calls coffee. “Yes, for a few days. He asked for help decoding a transmission, and it sounds intriguing about what secrets might be hiding in the message. Did you not get the text I sent?”
With an apology on his lips, he fumbles for his phone. Fifteen messages, he sees with some embarrassment, trying hard not to, well…get hard. There’s just something inherently wrong about popping wood in front of your coworkers who were also like your family, and if they were like family then Himeko was like the mother…or maybe the father. Which left Welt as the mother and March and Dan Heng as—
Erection firmly deflated, Caelus swipes through his messages. Most were from the crew about the news, but at the very top was Aventurine. Palms sweaty, Caelus excuses himself to the comfort and safety of his room. Door securely locked behind him, he takes a deep breath and opens the message.
Can’t wait to see you. It’s been a long month.
The picture attached is pure torture.
Long, wet legs sit propped up out of water, feet resting against the edge of the tub. Caelus can spot the root of a cock and golden curls, but it’s hidden by the carefully angled composition of the shot and shadows created by strong thighs. It’s seductive and erotic and Caelus wants to tear open his pants and furiously jerk off at least once to take the edge off. He feels feral, his mind not capable of intelligent thoughts as his hand sneaks down to the bulge in his pants and gives it a tight squeeze.
He could do it, he reasons as he licks the screen of his phone in hopes of tasting flesh. Who would know? Just once would be enough, to take him from a boil down to a simmer—
A knock on the door stops him, and he holds in the scream that threatens to erupt.
“Caelus, our guest is arriving,” March calls through the door, blissfully ignorant of his turmoil. “Didn’t you see the time he sent?”
No, he hadn’t, because he had been too busy with the thought if it was okay if he pressed his screen against his cock instead of his hands, because that didn’t count as touching himself, right?
“I’ll be out in a moment,” he croaks out, staring down sullenly at his erection.
“Alright, but don’t take too long.”
It takes another five minutes of thinking of grandma Welt in a pink moo moo and father Himeko and siblings Dan Heng and March for him to feel presentable enough to walk out of room. When he stumbles into the common area, Aventurine is already there, sunglasses and fedora present. Caelus must have missed the initial greetings, as he appears at the tail end of Aventurine’s.
“Thank you for having me,” Aventurine demurs, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest as he gives them all a nod of his head. “Though our time together will be short, I appreciate your help in this matter.”
When he talks, his eyes are focused on one person, and Caelus fights not to squirm under the neon gaze that seems to laugh at him.
No one seems to notice…maybe. Maybe it’s just in Caelus’ head that they don’t notice, because he’s too distracted by the sight of Aventurine and trying to keep his dick down to really look at the faces of his crew. So he hopes and prays that they don’t notice.
Himeko steps up, gracing their guest with a smile. “Of course. We have a room available for you to sleep in, if you would follow me.”
“Oh, I don’t want to take up too much room, so I already asked Caelus if I could bunk with him,” Aventurine says, smiling in a way that means to throw people off, but Caelus still feels his world tilt to the side at the suggestion. He had done no such thing, Caelus thinks, eyes flicking between his crew who turn to look at him curiously. “My friend here wants to catch up with me it seems.”
Is Caelus the only one who can hear the italicized words that drip from Aventurine’s lips? No, just him?
Aventurine moves closer, dropping his arm around Caelus’ shoulders and grinning at the rest of the crew. “Thanks for the offer though.”
This close, Caelus can feel the warmth of his skin bleeding through his clothes, can smell the subtle cologne.
“Well,” Himeko starts, hand coming to rest on her chin as she surveys them, “if Caelus is alright with it, then you’re more than welcome to stay with him during your short stay here.”
She looks to him for confirmation, and he gives her a silent nod. To himself he screams in his head. He’s not going to survive the next few days. It’s going to be a perpetual, ever present boner fest. Could one suffer from anemia if all the blood in their body was in their dick all the time?
So lost in his thoughts, he forgets where he is and jumps as a hand slides against his lower back, a darkly smooth voice calling out, “Well, let me get settled in. I’ll see you all in the morning. C’mon, friend, show me to your room.”
And if the hand slips a little lower as they walk out of sight, well, Caelus is sure his crewmates don’t hear him squeak.
The journey to his room is both the longest and shortest moment of his life, and it ends with Aventurine cornering him, electric gaze burning into him as a hand presses into the wall next to his head. A kabedon, his mind supplies uselessly.
“Hello, friend,” Aventurine whispers into his ear the moment the door slips closed. “Or would you prefer doll? Maybe baby?” Here he leans closer, lips mouthing over the pinkened skin. “Though I will admit I’m partial to mine.”
Caelus whimpers, because he is weak and desperate, and it had been a long four weeks of not touching himself. He wants to press against the lightly perfumed fur collar, to mold his body against the glittering contours of the other one, but he holds himself back, unsure of himself and what his role is in this dance.
Gloved fingers drift through the hair above his ear, pushing it back so that there’s no impediment for the lips to drift over the sensitive skin.
“You’re shaking,” the low voice rumbles, followed by a soft kiss to his lobe that has him clenching his fists to his side. “Is this too much? Do you want me to stop?”
Caelus shakes his head, throat closed up tight and tongue useless in his mouth. Oh, he wants this so desperately, but he doesn’t know what to do when confronted with it. What does he do with his hands? Does he strip? Get on the bed and wait? Beg and plead? Why was the lead up to sexual intercourse so fucking hard?
“First time,” Caelus manages to spit out, hoping it doesn’t dampen the mood.
“Oh, doll. This is easy,” Aventurine murmurs, hypnotic gaze holding his as a hand slides against his cheek. “Nothing too complicated. Here, let me show you.”
The first press of lips against his is a tease. Just a light brush of lips against his own. Nothing more than a peck to test the waters before Aventurine pulls back. But the brush is electric, and Caelus follows after him clumsily, pressing his lips back to the other ones as he tries to reclaim that feeling.
He can feel the startled rush of air that leaves Aventurine’s lips, and he breathes it into his own lungs as he gulps it down. The shock only lasts for a minute before gloved hands move to his collar, gripping him tight as a body forces him against the wall. The mouth under his starts to open, a hot tongue licking into his mouth at his shaky exhale. They are pressed together from hip to chest, and Caelus can feel his growing arousal grind into the answering one from Aventurine.
“God, baby,” Aventurine growls against his wet lips, tongue flicking out again to taste his mouth. “Tell me you want this as badly as I do. Use your words,” he demands when Caelus just nods his head and tries to kiss him again.
Working his throat and trying to loosen his twisted tongue, Caelus mutters, “I want you.”
The severity in Aventurine’s eyes melts into liquid pleasure. The smile he gives Caelus is a wicked thing as he croons out, “Good boy. I think it’s time for a reward.”
Without waiting for any type of answer, Aventurine drops to his knees. It’s enough to startle a squeak out of Caelus, who looks with wide eyes down at the blonde-haired man as his gloved hands reached out to the fastenings of his pants and starts to work them open. This is happening, Caelus thinks as his erection is pulled out by greedy hands. His nails scratch into the wall as he fights to keep them from reaching out, from ruining the picture of the most beautiful man leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his leaking cock.
The whine Caelus lets out is desperate and needy, his hips trying to jerk further into the warmth of that wet mouth that pulls back to grin at him. “Just a kiss and you’re already this wet.” A tongue flicks out, gathering up the precum that beads at the tip. “Were you a good boy and keep your hands to yourself?”
Caelus nods, voice lost again. A sharp slap to his thigh has him yelping.
“Tell me,” is the dark command, and Caelus is so very weak.
“I didn’t touch myself,” he whispers. He doesn’t speak of the near misses and the loopholes he had tried to take advantage of. “I waited for you.”
The sting of the slap is soothed by a kiss. “Good boy, I believe you.” The lips return to his cock, a tongue tracing up the vein on the underside. “Let me give you something good.”
Caelus cracks the back of his head against the wall as Aventurine proceeds to swallow him whole. The inside of Aventurine’s mouth is obscenely warm and wet, the feeling of his throat as it restricts around his cock making him whine. It doesn’t occur to him that Aventurine is oddly talented at this, that he can press forward until his nose touches the soft curls of his groin, not gagging or choking. He can only think about not grabbing onto that golden hair and fucking hard into that mouth because he was a good boy.
“Aventurine,” he gasps as the man pulls back, sucking all the while. “Please, let me…”
Aventurine pops off with a lewd sound, lips red and swollen and red as he smirks up at the panting mess. “Let you what, doll?”
“I…I don’t know,” Caelus admits. “I just…want you.”
The smirk softens, and Aventurine rises to his feet to press in close to him. The kiss tastes of bittersweetness, and Caelus moans around the tongue in his mouth.
“You can have me,” Aventurine says as he pulls away, giving Caelus’s lips one final lick. “Baby, you can own me if you want.” It comes out sardonically, a joke that Caelus doesn’t understand lining the words. But he has no time to think about it as the mouth sharpens, the edges coming back to it as he looks at Caelus.
“Want to see the picture I use for you in my contacts?” Without waiting for an answer, Aventurine thumbs open his phone, holding it up. It takes Caelus a moment to understand what he is seeing, but when he does he feels himself flush with arousal. It’s his mouth, open and obscene and wet as his tongue hangs out. “Every time you text me this is the first thing I see. I’ve been dreaming about this mouth for weeks now.”
A thumb touches his bottom lip, pulling it down. When Caelus, feeling stupidly brave, sucks it into his mouth, neon eyes narrow dangerously at him. Another finger bullies its way inside of his mouth, and Caelus closes his eyes as he wraps his tongue around the digits, uncaring of the drool that slips past the corner of his lips and drips down his chin. He imagines it’s something heavier that glides across his tongue, that tickles the back of his throat with a piece of jewelry embedded in the head.
“Fuck,” is the curse he hears, and before he can open his eyes an arm wraps around his waist and pulls him from the wall.
The world tilts and spins, a dizzy dance with a compelling partner that leads him straight over to the bed. Aventurine reels him in as he takes a seat, legs spread perfectly as he drags Caelus down between his strong thighs and holds him there. The fingers slip from his mouth, trailing down to cup the back of Caelus’ head, holding him by the hair as his other hand fumbles with his belt buckle.
“Give me your mouth, baby,” Aventurine demands, but Caelus can hear the desperate, breathless whine that hides behind the certainty. “Can you do that for me? Get me nice and wet?”
Caelus nods in response, leaning in to nuzzle against the briefs as they are exposed, mouthing over the wet spot that calls to him. He suckles the fabric, eyes sliding closed as the hand in his hair gentles, stroking through his twilight strands in praise.
Taking the waistband of the briefs between his teeth, he releases the thing he most desires. Ever since the picture he had received, he had fantasized about how he would worship the pretty curve of the delicate skin, lick over the flushed and leaking head while wondering how the piercing would feel on his tongue. Would it be cold or warmed from his body heat? Taste of metal or of his flesh?
Now that it was there, right before him, he decides to test all of his theories. So in the name of scientific curiosity, he opens his mouth and licks a broad stripe up the pretty cock, swirling his tongue around the top to get a taste of the metal there. It’s warm, he knows with pleasure, with a slight metallic taste is overridden by the bitterness of the precum that beads at the tip. He takes it into his mouth, suckling as he slowly lowers his head.
Aventurine doesn’t push him or guide him – he merely runs his gloved hands through twilight hair, a smile on his face as he watches Caelus work to fit him into his mouth, exploring his cock curiously. At most he gives throaty praises, or a slight tug to his hair, and even one memorable groan when Caelus pushes it a little too deep into his throat – the gagging is worth it.
After that it becomes easier to take more in, to ignore the reflex to reject the foreign object that tickles the back of his throat. Even with wet eyes and drool on his chin, he feels relaxed enough to close his eyes and press his cheek to a still clothed thigh, his own erection a distant thought as he drifts.
The camera click of the phone pulls him from his pleasured haze, and he peels his wet eyes open to see Aventurine, leaning back on one hand, his phone in the other. He can see the grin that grows on Aventurine’s face as he becomes aware, and another snap of the camera echoes in the room.
“Need a souvenir,” Aventurine purrs, twisting the phone around for Caelus to see his own debauched face. “Something for the lonely nights when you’re not there with me. But as much as I would love to come down your throat, I think it’s time we relieve you. Don’t you want to cum, baby?”
Aventurine gently pulls him off, and Caelus groans as his jaw aches pleasantly. A tongue swipes across his lips and chin, gathering up the mess left behind.
“Such a good boy,” is the praise pressed against his skin as hands start to slide his clothes off of his body. “Knew you were perfect for me. Now get on the bed, on hands and knees for me. Can you do that?”
Caelus nods, crawling up onto the bed, fully naked. He settles his face into the pillows, arching his back to present himself up for inspection to Aventurine. He can feel the electric gaze as it looks over him, leaving behind gooseflesh and anticipation that rolls around in his stomach.
The first touch of gloved fingers against his ass makes him tense, but he melts at the voice that drips with seductive intent.
“Beautiful baby,” is the rich hum that he drinks up. “I’m gonna take you apart and ruin you for anyone else. You’re mine, do you understand that?” Nodding, it’s not enough for Aventurine, who bites into the cheek of his ass. “Words, doll.”
Caelus keens out some bastardization of a, “Yes!”
A pleased hum, and a kiss is pressed upon the mark. “Good. Now let me give you a little reward for being such a good boy.”
Hands spread his cheeks, and Caelus has to fight not to consciously clench his muscles as he is exposed to vivid eyes. He bites into the pillow to stifle his sounds, tears into the bedding as a thumb presses against the intimate place that no one has ever seen before. It rubs against the furled muscle, a gentle pressure that allows him to relax as he becomes accustomed to the feeling.
Caelus jumps as something wet and flexible presses alongside it, allowing the thumb to slip inside. A tongue, he realizes with a sharp stab of arousal. A tongue that bullies its way inside right after the thumb, pressing desperate and fast inside of his willing body.
“A-Aventurine,” Caelus breathes out, name muffled in the cotton of his pillow, but a throaty laugh lets him know it is heard.
Aventurine pulls off, a slick finger replacing his tongue. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”
The two become three, a slick mess that produces the most obscene noises as they fuck in and out of his body, causing his cheeks to flush. They stretch him open, playing around his prostate but never directly touching it. While those fingers cause him havoc, a deceitful mouth takes its time pressing biting kisses to his shoulders and neck. When Caelus turns his head, he is fed another kiss that makes the arousal burn hotter, flooding his veins with pleasure as he sucks on the intruding tongue.
Sticky strands of lube and saliva drip down his thighs as the fingers pull out, Aventurine taking their place as he slots behind him, still fully clothed besides his undone trousers. He ruts his aching cock against the needy hole, delighting in the whines and begging he hears Caelus trying to hold back. Leaning down, he whispers into Caelus’ ear, “Are you finally ready, baby?”
And Caelus…well, it had been a long few weeks of no touching and constant teasing. There is only so much a horny young man can take. He doesn’t really mean to snarl and rear up, nor does he really truly mean to shove Aventurine down on the bed and climb on top of his hips. It’s just that his feral hindbrain had taken over, and all he wants is to devour – and he is so very hungry and pent up, so he can’t be blame for the hand that smacks down on Aventurine’s chest, holding him down, while the other one reaches down to grasp the aching cock and line it up against the place he needs it most.
“Cae—ugh!”
It’s with a swift descent does Aventurine choke on his name. Caelus chokes as well, but for a different reason as he seats himself too quickly, the intrusion foreign and overwhelming. It feels like a mistake, something he shouldn’t have just shoved into him like he was a pro, and the previous hunger fades as he shifts his hips.
“Sweetheart,” is the murmured remark, hands coming up to grip his waist and rubbing soothing circles into his hips with his thumbs, “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it’s not going to feel good for either of us if you get hurt. Let me help.”
One had moves from his hip to stroke his flagging erection, while the other reaches up to nudge him down by the back of his neck. Once he is near enough, Aventurine kisses him, slow and deep. The spark in Caelus’ stomach flickers, not blown out yet by his own foolishness, and it sparks pleasantly when sharp teeth bite his tongue playfully. It relaxes him, and he doesn’t notice when his ass hits clothed thighs, doesn’t notice his own hips shifting without any conscious effort.
“That’s it,” Aventurine murmurs against his lips, and this close the brightness of his eyes is imprinted on Caelus’ every time he closes his eyes, electric lights that see him even in the darkness of his own mind. “Perfect for me, aren’t you?”
Caelus nods, burying his face into Aventurine’s damp neck, into the furred collar of his jacket he still hadn’t taken off.
“Good, then you won’t mind me just—”
Aventurine cuts himself off as he topples Caelus back onto the bed. Breathless, Caelus stares up with wide eyes as he watches the man above him strip himself of his coat and shirt in quick, efficient pulls, leaving his torso open to be touched. Oh, and does Caelus touch. Over pale nipples, across the definition in the tensing stomach, over the trail of golden hair that leads down to where they are connected. Further still, to his own entrance, where he rubs the place he is stretched wide open around the thick cock.
“Oh, baby,” and hands grab his, pulling them above his head and holding them there, “there’s time for soft exploration later. Right now I don’t think I can hold back much longer. It’s been a long few weeks, and only getting off to my own hand and a few pictures is driving me mad.”
Caelus opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but whatever he has to say is lost at the first slow drawing out of the dick inside of him and the powerful thrust that knocks the air out of his lungs.
“Did you know,” Aventurine continues conversationally, like he doesn’t have his dick shoved up Caelus’ ass that he can feel in his throat as he continues to thrust, “that my favorite one is the first one you sent? Innocent in nature, just you smiling, and it felt like it was just for me. I wanted to ruin you in that moment. Force you down and fuck you hard, but then the one after? Of your mouth?” He groans, eyes fluttering shut as he recalls the image. “No, I wanted to destroy you, keep you for myself. How your crew lets you go anywhere looking like you do is mind-boggling. I wouldn’t let you leave my bed.”
For some reason, the cock in his ass manages to fill his ears with cotton, and Caelus can barely hear or understand what is being said to him. All he knows is the hot sting of pleasure every time the piercing grazes over his prostate, the way his cock slaps against his stomach with each thrust, or the mouth that bites along the column of his neck. Aventurine could be telling him his secret, evil plan to take over the universe and Caelus, being cock-drunk, would just smile and nod and ask for more.
He doesn’t care about the outside world, or that he has to walk (or limp) out to breakfast in the morning knowing that he looks like he had been mauled by a wild animal. Even when said wild animal will take a seat next to him with a smile that is both sated and hungry at the same time. No, he doesn’t care in the least, because at the moment all he can think about is the pleasure he feels, the utter fulfillment of his body as it tenses and jerks as he climbs higher and higher.
And the edge, as he approaches, is an utter freefall.
He paints his stomach with his release, untouched. He gasps through it, sight whiting out as he arches hard enough to lift himself from the bed.
When he comes to, he blinks slowly up at the ceiling. A lazy finger is drawing through the mess on his stomach, spelling out something he can’t even being to comprehend at the moment. Aventurine lays next to him, head propped up on one arm as he looks over him. Caelus clenches his lower muscles, no longer feeling full, but instead feeling pleasantly sore and wrecked, something spilling down his thighs and pooling under him.
He had missed Aventurine’s own release, he thinks with some annoyance. He hadn’t gotten to see the pretty face when he had reached his peak, and he wonders if he can get a redo.
“Back in the world of the living?” Aventurine asks, finger slowing.
“Barely.”
“Good to know I rocked your world, doll.” Aventurine leans back on his bed, closing his eyes. “And to think, this all started because of your selfies and your gullible mind.”
“Should I not have sent you pictures?”
Aventurine hums, not committing to a yes or a no. “Most wouldn’t have agreed to send someone they don’t know that well increasingly lewd pictures.” His eyes slit open. “Even if the money is good.”
“Are you my sugar daddy?”
Aventurine raises one brow in amusement, but he speaks with no derision. “I’m not paying you for sex, sweetheart.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Why can’t I just be the lover who takes care of you when you need it?”
“Is that what we are? Lovers?”
Aventurine shrugs, eyes guarded. “If you want to be. We don’t have to be exclusive if you don’t want to be.”
And, quite frankly, Caelus is tired of dumb, emotionally constipated men. He sees it with Dan Heng and Jing Yuan (and by extension Blade as well), and he doesn’t want to be like that. He doesn’t want things hidden behind secret intentions, because he’s not the brightest, and he won’t understand subtle signs even if he found them in the bottom of a trash can.
So he does what he does best.
No, he doesn’t pull out his bat, though it’s a very close thing to whip it out and beat some sense into that blonde head, but he wants minimal brain damage. Instead he just swings his leg over Aventurine’s hips and settles himself nicely in his lap, pressing them chest to chest as he leans down to kiss the sharply downturned mouth.
“I want,” he says between kisses, the harsh line softening under his lips, “to be together. I want to send dirty pictures, I want to hear your dirty words in my ear. I want your money in my wallet, that I’ll spend on stupid things. I want you happy, with me.”
The lips under his move to match him, and Caelus finds himself rolled to his back once more. Breathless, he stares up at the face above him, that considers him with a quiet intensity he doesn’t intrude upon. He waits, breath caught in his throat, as Aventurine takes it all in.
“So, my pet,” and boy, does that name send a shiver of anticipation down his spine, “do I perchance have a say in what you do with my money? Because there’s this lovely little lingerie shop that delivers to anywhere, and I think you would look divine in my colors.” Fingers glide down his chest, down to where his interest is starting to peak between his legs. “Or maybe a lovely little ring for this beauty.” Then further back, to where he is swollen and leaking. “Something to fit snugly here, keep my essence inside longer.”
And Caelus is so weak, so desperate, that he nods even as he arches up, one leg wrapping around Aventurine’s waist to pull him closer.
“Anything,” he gasps as the finger sinks in, fuck through the mess inside of him. “I’ll send you the nastiest pictures I can take, the prettiest, anything you want.”
“Good.” Abruptly, the finger pulls out, but before Caelus can cry out with displeasure, something hot and blunt nudging there instead, and Caelus can feel the hot piercing as it strokes over the sensitive rim. “Call me, text me any time baby. I’ll take care of you.”
And as Aventurine slides back inside once more, Caelus wonders if he can snap some pictures of his own of the man, or if it was going to cost him. He didn’t mind paying, if Aventurine didn’t mind his body as the payment.