[ The fingers against Aventurine's cheek move up, higher, sinking into his hair and scraping the edge of his nails there. There is something alluring about pure honesty after dancing around the truth for the last half an hour, and he respects that more than the attempts at seduction that came before.
Head tilting, eyes dark, he watches before he hums a soft noise. ]
Give me more of that. Tell me exactly what it is you want.
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[ The fingers against Aventurine's cheek move up, higher, sinking into his hair and scraping the edge of his nails there. There is something alluring about pure honesty after dancing around the truth for the last half an hour, and he respects that more than the attempts at seduction that came before.
Head tilting, eyes dark, he watches before he hums a soft noise. ]
Give me more of that. Tell me exactly what it is you want.