[ aventurine might have a thing for tits, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like when his own are played with. the attention sunday gives to his chest comes as a surprise and he gasps, taking a step back and bumping the machine hard enough to make it play a song. he almost doesn't hear sunday proclaim he likes sucking dick, which is enough to make his head spin sideways. ]

I guess you don't need those lessons anymore... [ he gives a broken laugh, which rattles into a moan, because his own chest is quite sensitive. he white knuckle grips the machine, his eyes cast down on sunday as he watches him work over his chest until both his nipples harden. ] Sunday... [ you damn bastard. he grabs for his ass, so he can yank him closely and rub against him like a dog in heat. ]