( maybe at some point in the future they can bond over the uncomfortable feeling that comes with too much freedom.

for now, aventurine manages to bite down the corner of his lip, used to the feeling of raw intrusion that hurts more than is any sort of pleasurable - but there's an argument to be made, that it is because it hurts that he enjoys it. he has had worse. he has been through worse. his body has long grown numb to it all, and doesn't reject the obtrusion the way it should. )

Aren't I already being sincere, welcoming you so easily? ( at least without any prep, that is. he lets go of his knees, and wraps his legs around kirma. ) If you want more... Then you'll have to force that out of me.