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29 / male / bisexual / ace of hearts
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Your humble servant Aventurine at your service.
A senior manager of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, though I suppose that might as well be on pause. Right now, I'm a senior manager at Phoenix Casino, instead - why don't you stop by sometime during the evening, and you might as well be met with a bunny surprise.
Meet new people, form new bonds, and have fun. Isn't that what everyone comes to casino-resort for?
Glad you asked! Though I'm not sure how much it counts for a talent, I have quite the impressive luck. No matter the gamble, the danger, the puzzle ahead of me - if I bet it all on my "luck", then I know I'll come out of it the winner.
Though if you want actual talents, then you will have to get to know me and find out yourself.
I haven't yet read all the books in the universe, or watched all the movies, or listened to all the songs, or eaten all the food... So it's hard to say I have a proper favorite, isn't it?
Are we finally addressing the elephant in the room? Let's see...
Someone kind, interesting, intelligent, who enjoys a good conversation. Is that too broad? Then perhaps I'm just that easy to charm, haha!
I find wine suits my palate better, but I won't turn down the offer for beer if you'd like.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No real preference. If they're both meant to entertain, isn't the one who makes me laugh the better one?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
A friend of mine would stand by a quality bath time, and after spending so much time with him, I've got to say the same!
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Between a group of people known for freedom and rule-breaking, and those bound to loyalty... Is this a question about which I find more interesting, which I would want to be, or which of these sentiments I relate to the most?
.05 TITS OR ASS
Does it really matter, if both have their own appeal? Or rather, perhaps I should say it truly depends on the person.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
A proper morning starts with a good cup of coffee. It's essential to any corporation worker like me.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Though both have their appeals, sweets are easier on my tongue. Perhaps it's hard to let go of my inner child? Haha!
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Most of my childhood was spent under the scalding hot sun of the desert, and though I'm quite used to it, I can't help but enjoy the comforting cold of winter nights the most. Besides, sharing a warm blanket with someone isn't so bad of a way to spend a winter day, is it?
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Each kind of fabric has a time and a place to belong. Leather for something more formal, perhaps even casual. Lace, for a more intimate encounter. But both do suit me, don't you think?
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Am I on top, am I on the bottom? Those things are necessary to know for a proper answer. Whether you want me to be nice or not, whether you want to be nice or not... Knowing your partner's preferences is what matters the most, isn't it?
ESTJ-A
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Then you should’ve asked beforehand.
( or after— he could deal with after, too. the hand pinning aventurine’s wrist releases him, trailing down his arm before wetting his fingers in his mouth and moving them southward. the first finger slips into aventurine so easily, it makes his ears twitch. )
There aren’t that many things to know about me.
( but he’s willing to answer anyway, if he has to. )
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with both his arms now free, aventurine reaches for the back of his knees to pull his legs up, exposing himself far better to kirma. most people would think him shameless for it, with a lack of hesitation in each of his movements. there's no flush in his face, only that same, constant smile of anticipation and temptation. one finger feels much like nothing, even when they lack proper preparation. he has gone through worse. )
Don't you think people are more sincere about their feelings when they're doing something like this? Oh, and you don't have to worry about me so much. ( if that's a thing kirma is doing?? just more of his honeyed, venomous words. ) You don't seem the kind who'd be gentle, ( if the fucking bite is anything to go by ) so don't hold back on me.
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considering that, it makes it a bit funny that he’s being told not to hold back now. talk about mixed signals… he manages to stifle a sigh (not sexy), opting to abandon the current pretense of preparation (not necessary). )
Fine.
( listen. he’s a top only when obligated to be, alright. is it obvious? he thinks it must be— all this coaxing and encouragement, ugh. aventurine is here, telling him to do what he wants, but the concept is so foreign to him, it may as well be his first time. what an unpleasant feeling, from something that isn’t supposed to be… twinks truly are a plague upon society. )
Show me this sincerity of yours, then.
( ha ha. if his voice was capable of being any drier, it would. as things are— he pushes himself inside of aventurine with little fanfare. )
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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.
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however, as far as force goes… there’s little forthcoming. oh, sure, there’s some manhandling, as he repositions one of aventurine’s legs to go over his shoulder, gripping the back of his thigh— but even as the pace picks up, his knot slamming against aventurine’s entrance in a steady rhythm, it’s… functional. definitely the word you want to describe a hookup.
a card is a card, though. kirma’s head dips, mouthing at the other side of aventurine’s neck this time, nipping with significantly less force than previously. no blood, but certainly a few bruises for the road. he’s getting a little into it, at least. )
mid ass smut
the attention to his neck is welcome, at least. better than before, and if kirma had noticed his trauma-response, he's making sure not to cause a repeat of that. aventurine cants his head to the opposite side, gives him more room for marks and bruises. this, he can enjoy. he brings a hand to the back of kirma's head, runs his fingers through his hair - both an incentive to keep going, and a measured response to pleasure. )
Mark me all you want, ( a murmur between ragged breath and pants, none of which is real, ) If you make me yours, I will have no choice but to come back to you.
mid ass smut… 2!
when he comes, it’s with little fanfare; his teeth latch onto aventurine’s neck, though nowhere near as deeply as earlier. more importantly, the knot— that gets forced in too, locking them together, at least for a little bit. bet you didn’t gamble on that one, buddy.
after this, kirma is loathe to remove his face from where it’s buried against aventurine’s neck. this isn’t any sort of affection (yet), more embarrassment than any other distinct emotion. congrats on the extremely average-to-bad time, guys. can’t even gracefully escape to avoid the aftermath on this one. 👍 )
... cw for mild gore................
well, that's unexpected, or perhaps he should have seen it coming. despite of all the times he had been forced to lay with someone, either for survival or for work reasons, never had it been with someone with... a knot.
aventurine doesn't mind it - no reason to truly care what lies between someone's leg, really -, but it dawns on him for a brief moment the reason why canines have them. keeping the sperm inside, making sure little if none of it slips out. he shouldn't worry about it. it's not- he's not- but for all of the logic behind it, there's no logic to a lot of what happens within the resort, either.
it's a baseless fear, and he almost wishes the face buried against his neck would just bite him again. he could take the blood, the tearing of flesh, exposed muscles and whatnot. the uncomfortable feeling that comes with the idea of being bred is just-
beep goes the watch, distracting enough from those haunting feelings. nine of spades obtained, it reads, and at the very least, aventurine knows it doesn't require mutual ejaculation for that to happen. )
Not that I mind, my friend, ( he begins, voice slightly shaky but not enough to be so noticeable, ) but how long will that last for?
( he does not, in fact, cuddle after sex. please let go. )
bro…
nothing much at all, really.
but they sure are stuck together for the time being; another disadvantage to this particular arrangement. kirma’s gaze is avoidant, his ears turned out to the sides, giving the air of a dog that’s just been caught red-pawed somewhere it shouldn’t have been. there’s not really any helping it now, though… )
I haven’t exactly timed it.
( he doesn’t even have a watch at home, man. at this point, he’s looking at the patterns of the ceiling, trying to find an answer up there. )
Ten minutes?
( if they’re lucky. )
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aventurine's eyes also, ironically, turn to the ceiling, because at this point it's really just the most interesting thing in the room. though gross is rather relative when it comes to his many experiences, his current predicament is one of the closest to the actual meaning of the word. this is a lesson learned, at least. if he ever lets kirma top again, he'll make sure kirma doesn't come inside. once is enough, thank you.
he could be doing so much in these ten minutes, man!!!!! how do people even do?? small talk???? post-nut talk????? he has never stayed this long after a fuck. ugh.
it's fine. he's king yapper the third. if nothing else, at least, he can yap. )
I guess we could make use of this time to talk, then. Let's see... Why don't you tell me a little more about your home? I'm quite curious about it.
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There's not much to say. ( but, he'll try: ) It's cold, dark, and miserable for most of the year— at which point it becomes hot, bright, and miserable.
( did you know it still reaches 30C+ in the arctic circle during the summer. what's the point of living in the coldest asshole of the earth if you can't even escape the heat, man. )
Something like this couldn't exist here. ( the resort, that is. )
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just one of the many things mhy stole from you, i guess. does aventurine even want to muse how similar they could be? has it ever really mattered from him before? )
Not very fond, I see. That's unfortunate. ( who is he really saying that to, huh. the ceiling's patterns are so intricate and interesting. at least it's enough distraction from everything else. ) Does it mean you'd rather stay here than go back?
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I wouldn’t say that.
( they’ve hardly been here long enough at this juncture to be sure, but for all the resort promises them, kirma cannot say he feels particularly swayed by it. even something like this wasn’t borne out of any desire for a card; it was far simpler than that. were it not for the pressures of the game, it might have ended far simpler than that as well.
and isn’t that the worst part?
perhaps if everyone here had been from the same place as him, he might genuinely consider it, but now that he knows there’s a secret third (and fourth, and fifth, and—) option, it’s hard not to wish for anything besides what i already know. )
… But who knows. Maybe I’ll find something to change that. ( this is called foreshadowing lmao )
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perhaps in ways, aventurine knows it on a personal level. he would have gone back to sigonia given the chance, had any avgin survived. maybe he would have taken them from there, made home elsewhere. somewhere safer. somewhere happier. what binds him down to the ipc, when everything he had once wanted to protect crumbled without him ever being able to say his final goodbyes?
what a terrible line of thought to have in this situation. please let him go. )
Maybe you will. ( fuck your foreshadowing btw ) It isn't so bad of a place. For most people, surviving is enough.
( it had been for him and his sister, once. to be able to see the skies everyday. )
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kirma shifts, and finally, pulls out of aventurine, freeing them both from this unending torment. 🎉 it isn’t the worst sight in the world, the cum dripping out of him, pooling on the sheets— but neither is it so good as to make up for how scuffed this little tryst ended up being. maybe that’s illustrative of the problem, actually: some things can sound so much better than they actually are in practice, and game 52 surely is one of those.
it’s here he thinks of asking: what about you? is surviving enough? the question never comes, though. instead, he offers a hand out, for aventurine to help himself up. maybe if there’s ever a chance for it, he can ask another day. )
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though he accepts kirma's hand, at the same time he can't help but wonder how much of his words hit too close to home, if a reply was never given back. he only spares the other a side glance before aventurine dresses himself again, like he totally doesn't have cum in his ass or anything. it wouldn't be the first time, nor will it be the last. if washing won't solve the issue, surely money will. )
That was quite enjoyable. ( < says guy who didn't even get hard ) You make for a good partner too, though I suppose I should ask you out if I want to know more about you? That's fine with me too.
( no more mid-sex yapping? ): ) I doubt a place like this will let us leave so soon, so why don't we meet up more often? It would be beneficial to the both of us.
funny af tagging this after. everything
I’m not… opposed.
( this is the best he can say. the ceiling is still the easiest thing to look at in the room, after all. he’s less worried about future mid-sex yapping and more thinking this will be the ending of any yapping at all— he’s not a knower. just a doubter, after whatever this shitshow of a thread was. most of aventurine’s words simply wash over him; it’s clear he’s not expecting much, or anything at all.
buuuuut he’ll at least walk him to the door, as any polite host would. )
If you need anything, just ask. ( ok byeeeee )