featuring my current canon (tm) Aventurine and @maskednihilism 's Sampo (imaginary version at least). Edited this time
He usually showed a lot less interest in one-night stands than rumours and his reputation would make one believe. In truth he rather avoided them, preferred to keep people far away. Sadly it didn't stop his body and mind from getting irritable over being pent up. It was easy to solve, luckily his lack of interest in people had never gotten in the way of getting off yet.
The stress relief that came from might just be worth the bothersome side effects one had to suffer until after work.
Somehow the thought of finding a suitable one time partner for the ordeal seemed even less enticing than usual.
Fine, instead the blonde would just get rid of the problem during the shower.
And that was how he had ended up in the aforementioned shower. Eyes squeezed close to avoid glancing at his hand β even by accident. Aventurine could hardly wear the gloves now it would ruin them.
Proper reasoning couldn't change how odd it felt though, he was unused to the sensation.
Just like a stranger, really. If it weren't for the fact he was still aware of how very few people were allowed close to him without setting him on edge.
He could count those on one hand.
Not that any of them would be qualified to help him to begin with. He wasn't even certain any of his so called friends liked him.
But neither did his usual hook-ups.
With his mind wandering the blonde was starting to regret choosing this way out. He didn't want anyone but that had never stopped him before when need came into play.
Ah, wasn't he just truly pathetic?
Maybe wallowing in self-pity and going down the usual downward spiral would be one way to take care of the problem, even if it would leave him on edge still.
If his rat was here, he'd probably mock him.
Nonsense, the man might enter and leave the home of the Stoneheart as he pleased but Aventurine was quite certain he'd not walk into the bathroom if it was occupied.
Not that he would notice if the man did, the thief had a rather impressive talent to move unheard and unnoticed.
If his dear rat set his mind to it he'd likely only notice him when those familiar arms wrapped around him. With the water turned to scalding imagining the heat that radiated from the blue-haired conman came easily.
With how the man clung to him whenever they ended up in the same bed, the sensation of his arms and skin followed suit quickly. Aventurine sighed, wouldn't it be nice if he could just lean into the sensation?
And his mind delivered, daydream taking over the blonde's rational thought.
He could hear the smirk in the imagined voice 'Missed me?', yes β yes, he did but saying that was out of question.
So he scoffed causing the summoned phantom to laugh. Imaginary fingers wandered over his stomach, a touch he moved into eagerly, and they moved lower still
'It seems like you could use a helping hand.'. It certainly wasn't the first time his big blue rat decided to 'flirt' with him β even if this barely counted β and in a better clearer state of mind, he would've put an end to that trail of thought right now.
But in the wonky safety of his own fantasies?
He didn't because he wants, he craves β foolishly tricking himself into believing that the man might mean those words, the hidden offer.
So the scene shifted, unquestioned, to something more fitting to the Stoneheart's current predicament.
The image of his precious thief on his knees came to the forefront, long fingers placed alongside the blonde's hips, curiously thumbing at the piercings etched into his skin. Sure, he'd seen the man undressed before but the attention to detail he had apparently put into committing the image to mind should have been embarrassing β yet Aventurine's thoughts rather clung to the idea how desperately he wanted to feel the soft hair between his fingers.
His memory was lacking, even when the mental image easily graced him with the vision of the other leaning into the pets like he usually did.
He simply couldn't summon the proper sensation back into his mind but it would do, it had to suffice.
What wouldn't do was the silence.
Blabbering away aimlessly, praises most likely, maybe even nonsensical stuff given Aventurine could hardly imagine the man to be serious even in a situation like this.
βDo you ever shut up?β - 'Maybe with something better to do'., came sultry, teasing, a tint to the familiar voice he had never heard before.
It was then that his fantasy faltered.
Now, objectively that conclusion and the meaning behind the imagined words was just a logical step.
Collected from how wonderfully Sampo melted into a kiss and how eager he was to have his teeth and tongue prodded at.
Even the looming dangerous thought in the back of his mind which was only kept in check by the sheer level of horniness and desperation the blonde had accumulated by now added it in that clearly β even if he didn't do those things any more, he had to have plenty of experience not unlike the gambler himself.
Surely his precious conman would enjoy giving head, right?
The fantasized words sure sounded like an offer. So his mind summoned a tug to the man's pretty blue hair, nudging him forwards as gently as he could manage. The blue-haired menace chuckled, clearly amused β of course he would be, seeing a pitiful display like the gambler showd.
But the man was always so nice, he'd not say anything about how desperate Aventurine must seem. At least not clearly, he'd just move with the pull, melting into the blonde's guidance as before.
Yet, surely, he'd stop just short of the place he wanted him at dearly, breathing against the skin. 'Won't you be honest?', it made him falter, fingers untangling from the other's hair.
'Come on, tell me what you want.', it wasn't something he hadn't heard before, in fact, it was a rather common topic between him and his dear rat.
So it was unsurprising how that conversation slipped into his fantasy, even if the view of the man so close to his need and without clothes was something that shouldn't belong into the scene.
Coldness ran down the blonde's back despite the water already leaving angry marks on his skin. Was this what he wanted?
But saying so felt wrong and incomplete, as if there was way more to it he just couldn't grasp.
So his provided answer was the same as always, coming alongside the familiar fear. βI don't know.β, but that answer, no matter how honest it was, had never cut it before.
He faltered in his pace, eyes prickling traitorously.
He'd leave, he'd be all alone again, surely that got to be the moment the man would finally grow fed up with him like he threatened before.
Yet for once his mind was kinder to him than reality.
'It's alright', the phantom answered, soothing touch back in place, nose wandering way too close to rather sensitive parts of him that made the Stoneheart twitch in excitement
'I'm here.', came a reassurance β even if it was meaningless when provided in a daydream β it still returned the nice warmth into the gambler's chest.
It was under those words the other's large hand would wrap around him, easily almost dwarfing him, thumb dragging against the tip, summoning a surprisingly deep blush and breathy moan from the blonde.
The imaginary version of his dear rat drunk that sound right up, almost as if he liked it.
Just the thought of a curious lick was enough to undo any lingering inhibitions about indulging in the fantasy that had yet prevailed. Aventurine purred, his dream-self dug fingers into the man's tresses with clear intent, pulling forth a moan from the figment of his mind.
And his rat leaned in eagerly, wrapped his lips around his length without hesitation, eyes locked on the blonde's face without blinking.
The gambler felt like becoming undone by the view alone, how could the other still be so beautiful? Breathtaking, really.
Or maybe his lack of breath could be blamed on how easily the thief took all of him β eagerly so. Like he'd be as starved for this as the younger was.
Suddenly it didn't matter any more how pathetic he would sound for as long as the other would run that skilled tongue alongside him.
What that silver tongue could do he had once asked, his mind had apparently a very clear idea to satisfy more than his curiosity now.
The image summoned by his mind held his hips in place, bobbing his head as if it was barely a problem at all β unraveling him became a likely answer to the former question.
And if that hadn't been enough, then the sounds coming from the man would be what did him in. Pleased, content, eager β maybe greedy even.
Like he'd want to be right there at his feet, servicing him, submitting to his whims.
The vivid fantasy filled him with warmth, spreading inside him rapidly, making his heart rate spike.
It was entirely different to what he usually experienced.
The man's name and praise dropped from his lips unbidden.
Like a mantra, like a lifeline β as if speaking him into existence would work.
It was to the summoned sound of Sampo seemingly enjoying himself that he unraveled completely. His mind spared him to figure out the question of spit or swallow. It didn't matter ultimately. Aventurine would've liked to ride out the orgasm, bask in the fantasy a little longer, yet the scene dissolved into fog rapidly as well as the warm cozy feeling that had settled in his chest. It turned cold instead, back into the familiar sharp shards he was used to by now. His eyes blinked open. Clearly, Sampo wasn't even here β hopefully not in the other room either.
Yet he still managed to shred him apart in the same way as if he were.
So that was post nut clarity, the gambler mused while he eyed his naked hand in disbelief. Another point on the list of reasons to dislike and avoid the view. As if the unsightly scars and former blood on it hadn't been reason enough.
At least the proof of his guilt had the decency to wash away in the drain.
It didn't change anything about what he had done though. His forehead came to rest against the tiles of the shower, eyes sliding closed again.
Like clockwork his mind sprung into action to remind him how despicable he really was. Great, this had been supposed to be relief. Instead exhaustion settled into his bones. At least no one would ever learn what he did. This never happened before. But how was he supposed to face the conman now?
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