You still have no... no self-preservation... [ He mutters into his own hand, trying his hardest to bite back any sort of sounds he might make. His eyes squeeze shut and he can't hold back a muffled groan as Aventurine's lips wrap around his cock, inching further down the length. It's easy to make him crack with the way the brand affects him, lightheaded and dizzy with lust already. His hips snap forward, hand fisted tight in Aventurine's hair. ] Is this still- ah- a worthy challenge for you, gambler?