Aventurine had grown accustomed to the rough treatment from most owners, who saw him as a mere tool for pleasure and entertainment. Yet, there was this one. Despite it being purely physical, the man's gentleness was disarming. His touch, his hands, his voice, his lips—all whispered secrets to his skin, sending shivers of unexpected pleasure. It didn't repulse him. Yet, he pondered, was this man any different from the others who sought only his body?

"You needn't be so delicate," Kakavasha murmured, his words carrying the weight of uncertainty. "I'm not fragile,”