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“What on earth are you wearing?”
Aventurine freezes in the hallway, like a dear caught in the headlights-- he was almost back. Almost in his bedroom and safe and hidden and not spotted.
But no. Sugilite had to hear him coming home, no matter how careful he was to shut the door quietly. Or maybe he saw Aventurine sneaking out a few hours ago and decided to be the world's worst little brother and wait for him.
“Clothes,” Aventurine hisses, looking at Sugilite down the dark hallway as he leans against his own bedroom door. “I am wearing clothes-- now go to bed and leave me alone.”
“Nuh-uh,” the little brat laughs, leaving his room to walk towards Aventurine. Stalking forward with a smug, sly grin. “You know Diamond hates when you dress like that.”
“Well, it’s a good thing he doesn’t know, right Sugilite?” Aventurine stresses.
Sugilite has the nerve to raise an eyebrow and shrug. Giving Aventurine an entirely inappropriate look up and down-- considering they’re foster brothers.
Their foster father-- Diamond-- is a controlling asshole, and Aventurine hates his rules. He doesn’t like it when they leave the house after nine, doesn’t like it if they make too much noise, doesn’t like it if they show too much skin.
So Aventurine chooses to break as many rules as he can without getting into too much trouble, as often as possible. So far, he hasn’t been kicked out. But this-- going clubbing on Friday and Saturday nights just to get wasted and dance-- could absolute get him kicked out. And Sugilite knows that.
But staying out late and dressing up slutty to drink at shady clubs is a good way of breaking at least five rules all at once. It’s more about the satisfaction of knowing he broke the rule though, he doesn’t really want everyone to know.
“I mean… he could know,” Sugilite suggests with a smirk. Leaning against the frame of Aventurine’s bedroom door. Blocking Aventurine from getting inside. Risking Aventurine’s ass by forcing him to stay in the hallway. If someone sees-- “I could just go and tell him.”
“You wouldn’t-- god you’re so fucking annoying.”
“Hey! I don’t make the rules!”
“You don’t have to enforce them though!” Aventurine hisses. And then freezes again when he hears the click of a far-away light switch flicking on. “Okay-- move, Sugilite move, let me in--”
For once in his fucking life, Sugilite listens, letting Aventurine open his bedroom door and slip inside quickly and quietly. He doesn’t leave though, he joins Aventurine inside-- because he’s so annoying and a brat and Aventurine hates him and he loves to force himself into places he isn’t wanted-- but he does keep quiet as they both listen for the telltale footsteps of big sister Jade.
Jade is a snitch, unless you have something she wants.
But then so is Sugilite. He’s just more annoying about it because he looks at Aventurine like he’s attracted to him and it makes Aventurine want to claw his eyes out.
When the sound disappears, Aventurine relaxes, sinking down onto the edge of the bed with the sudden tiredness and adrenaline.
He’s exhausted, his feet hurt, he’s still slightly drunk, and Aventurine wants to go to bed. But Sugilite is still in his room, leaning against the door with a stupid smirk, and he knows he isn’t going to be allowed to sleep any time soon.
“So…” he starts, like a conversation, like it might be a nice conversation. And it won’t be. It really won’t be. “Diamond can’t know you’re sneaking out and dressing like a whore.”
“He’d fucking kill me, you know that, asshole.”
“So—”
“I hate you so much,” Aventurine interrupts him. “I really hope you know that.”
“Oh I do,” Sugilite nods. But it doesn’t wipe that smug little smile off his face. “Yeah, I know you do-- but I don’t think you hate me more than you hate the idea of Diamond finding out about all this.”
He is, unfortunately, right. Aventurine would rather die than get put back in the system. Diamond might be awful, but he’s not the worst out there. Aventurine has seen the worst, he’s been through the worst, and he doesn’t want to go through it again.
“What do you want?” he finally asks, absolutely horrified at the pleased grin that stretches across Sugilite’s lips. He’s such a horrible person.
“I want to fuck you.”
Scratch that, he’s fucking insane too.
Aventurine blinks, as if blinking will change what he just heard.
It doesn’t.
“You what?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah-- I heard you the first time.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
“’Cause that’s fucking insane, Sugilite.” Aventurine wants to scream. He knew it. Logically he knew it already, it was obvious. But he’s never heard Sugilite say it to his face before. “We’re brothers, what the fuck is wrong with you.”
Sugilite scoffs. “Oh, please. You don’t actually see me as a brother though, do you? We’re all here because Diamond wants something from us, that doesn’t make us family.”
“I do! Actually! I see you like a brother-- an annoying, horrible little brother, but I still consider you my family--”
“I mean, if you’re into that, I certainly don’t mind--”
“You’re disgusting,” Aventurine spits. Backing up on the bed instinctively as Sugilite begins to approach him. Cornering him.
His little brother shrugs. “Look, you’re the one who asked what I want in return for keeping quiet. I’m happy to keep quiet, as long as you’re willing to put out.”
Aventurine doesn’t think he can do it. He really doesn’t think he can do it.
He looks at Sugilite and all he sees is the annoying brat of a little brother who tries to make his life hell-- he doesn’t want to sleep with him!
Sugilite takes the silence as rejection. “Oh well, shame. Real shame. I’ll miss watching you sneak out every other night in mini skirts and shorts. That’s always been the best part of my day.”
Aventurine’s jaw almost drops. “You knew-- this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen me?”
“Obviously not, I just finally decided how to use it to my advantage.”
“You’re horrible,” Aventurine gasps, turning his head to stare blankly at the wall so he doesn’t have to look at his little brother. “God, you’re horrible.” And then, dejectedly, he adds. “Okay. I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
“Nope,” Sugilite hums happily. “Not really.”
“Fine, lets just get this over with then,” Aventurine sighs, pushing himself up the bed, even as uncomfortable as he feels. He just wants to get this done so he can forget it ever happened and move on.
“Don’t be like that,” Sugilite whines childishly. Happily crawling onto the bed, ending up between Aventurine’s thighs. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”
“I don’t want to enjoy it, Sugilite,” Aventurine grumbles. He tries his best not to flinch when Sugilite leans over him, mouth instantly latching onto his throat. “Don’t you dare leave marks--”
“It’s not like anyone will know they’re from me,” he huffs, nipping at his collarbone painfully. “Just relax, Rinnie.”
He almost repeats how much he doesn’t want to relax, but Sugilite starts sucking at his neck, and Aventurine decides that talking right now might be a bad idea. If he can avoid giving his annoying little brother the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him, he’ll have kept a sliver of dignity.
If that’s even possible anymore.
Sugilite’s hands slip under the crop-top Aventurine is wearing. Grabbing handfuls of both his tits with a pleased groan.
“I know they’re tiny, but you have great tits.”
Aventurine doesn’t know whether to be horrified by the comment or take it as a compliment. He doesn’t know what to think at all.
He should be able to just lay here and deal with it though, Aventurine’s done that in the past. Disassociated through horrible sex because he had no other choice-- this is the same. He can do that-- so why is it so difficult to ignore the sensations?
Sugilite might be conventionally attractive and tall and built pretty well, and he’d be attractive if he were anyone else, but he’s still Aventurine’s little brother, so none of that matters-- he doesn’t really expect Sugilite to have much experience with anything other than his hand and his fantasies because he doesn’t think about his little brother like that.
But…
He clearly knows how to grope someone properly. Sucking at Aventurine’s throat as he pinches his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezes just right too, and Aventurine hates to admit it, but it feels good.
Heat begins to pool in Aventurine’s stomach without his permission. And Sugilite's lips finding a small, sensitive patch under his ear doesn’t help the sudden, dizzying wave of arousal that blooms inside him.
Aventurine hates that it feels so good. Sugilite being between his thighs, a knee resting dangerously close to his cunt, shouldn’t be enticing, it should feel wrong-- but maybe that's what makes it so stupidly good. Aventurine is so wet already.
He can’t stifle the gasp that escapes him when Sugilite finally-- or not finally, because Aventurine shouldn't want this! There should be no finally!-- presses his thigh between Aventurine’s. Grinding against his pussy through the denim of his shorts.
The friction feels like nothing Aventurine has ever felt before.
Sugilite grins against his skin, stupidly happy with the reaction he gets. Because he loves getting reactions out of Aventurine. It's one of his worst things about him because he’ll do almost anything he can to get the reactions he wants.
“Good?” he asks, though Aventurine refuses to respond. Trying to preserve what’s left of his dignity.
But that’s not good enough for Sugilite, because nothing ever is. So he begins to worm his way into Aventurine's shorts with a smug grin and practised, dexterous fingers. Finding Aventurine wet and bare beneath the denim.
And then, of course, he starts laughing. Stupidly pleased snickers against Aventurine’s throat. “Rinnie-- you’re not wearing underwear, are you? Did you go out to get fucked?” he laughs against Aventurine's throat, nipping at his collarbone. “Or is this all for me? Did you know I'd be waiting for you?”
Aventurine shakes his head desperately against the sheets. He didn't even go out looking for a hook-up today (though he will admit that it is something he occasionally does, because he’s eighteen now, he’s allowed to do that). Tonight he just wanted to party, he just wanted a drink.
Sugilite, however, does not believe him. Because he only believes what he wants to believe, and he doesn’t want to believe Aventurine. He never does. He’s an ass.
“Aww, it was for me, wasn't it? Do you like knowing how hard I am for you, big brother?” Aventurine almost gags and he shakes his head again.
Again, Sugilite does not believe him. But then Aventurine can’t entirely blame him for being sceptical when Aventurine’s cunt swallows two fingers with ease. His moans aren't entirely convincing either, even as he tries to keep them quiet so he doesn't wake anyone else up.
Sugilite curls his fingers, dragging them along the walls of Aventurine’s pussy, pressing them into his g-spot. His tongue laps over Aventurine’s throat, leaving the skin wet and cooling and making him shiver.
And it really should be disgusting, Aventurine's little brother is slobbering on him like a dog, but he can't help the goosebumps that form across his skin and the way he bares his throat.
He really shouldn’t… Aventurine knows he shouldn't let himself enjoy it– but they aren't really related--…
--That doesn't make it right though! Aventurine can’t ignore that they've lived together as family for three years now! He can’t pretend that he doesn’t view Sugilite like his own little brother!
But his little brother is shoving his shorts down his thighs, throwing them off of the end of the bed, and happily slotting himself between Aventurine’s bare thighs again. He looks perfectly at home there, perfectly content as he shoves a hand down his pyjama pants with a desperation that Aventurine could really berate him over-- but he won't because that could be seen as enthusiasm. As getting into the mood. And he doesn't want that.
But god is it attractive to see someone so desperate to fuck him… even if that is his little brother.
“You’re horrible,” Aventurine hisses when Sugilite’s face is buried in the crook of his neck again. He waits until he can’t see him to insult him so Aventurine doesn’t see the utter joy he knows Sugilite will feel at that response-- unfortunately for him though, it means he can physically feel the groan his brother makes at the insult. “Fucking hate you.”
Sugilite laughs breathlessly as he touches himself, hand down the front of his pants, mouth latched onto Aventurine’s neck. “Sure, but you didn’t have to agree to this.”
“I literally did,” Aventurine grumbles, breath catching quietly as Sugilite shifts between his thighs, fabric brushing against his bare, wet cunt, and sits back on his knees. “You didn’t give me much choice.”
He gets ignored. It’s like Sugilite isn’t even listening to him, and honestly, Aventurine wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t. Sugilite’s just interested in getting his dick wet and Aventurine made himself an easy target.
Even if he puts aside the fact that they’re, you know, brothers, Aventurine still wouldn’t be okay with it because he was blackmailed!
And then Sugilite pulls down his pyjamas and Aventurine’s morality falls eerily silent.
His morals should be stronger than this… but Aventurine hasn't had a hook-up in a while… and the sight of such a nice cock makes his mouth water– regardless of who it's attached to.
“Oh, so now you're interested,” Sugilite barks out a laugh. He wraps his hand around his cock, giving himself a slow stroke. “Y'know, I've always suspected you were a whore, Rinnie, but I've never had proof like this.”
“Not a whore, you’re fucking insane,” Aventurine hisses. He doesn't want to give Sugilite the reactions he wants, but he isn't willing to just take that kind of shit. Aventurine isn't a whore. Just because he occasionally like letting people fuck him, doesn’t mean he’s a whore.
Sugilite leans over him, shoving Aventurine's top up so he can seal his lips around a stiff nipple. Aventurine would like to blame the cold air for that… even though it's not actually that cold in his bedroom.
His hands grab and grope at Aventurine pathetically, squeezing his hips and then waist and then thighs and then back to his hips-- Sugilite nipping and sucking at his nipples and tits until they're both sore and painful and Aventurine's cunt clenches around nothing and he feels desperate for more--
It's maddening.
Aventurine wants to keep fighting this, he wants to push Sugilite away, but he doesn't. When Sugilite bites at his chest, he arches up into it. When Sugilite guides the leaking tip of his cock through Aventurine’s folds, he spreads his legs wider to accommodate his brother.
It disgusts him, but it feels so good.
Sugilite sighs against Aventurine's skin, rutting himself against Aventurine's cunt. Nudging at his engorged clit with the head of his cock over and over, leaving Aventurine dizzy with the feeling and the quickly building pleasure.
It can't hurt to let go a little, right?
What's the worst thing that can happen? He's already being blackmailed, it’s not like things could get much worse right? (Or is that just the lust and arousal clouding his judgement?)
Aventurine tilts his head back, blindly reaching down to twist his fingers into Sugilite's hair. His brother whines childishly in pain, but happily leaves his sore, aching nipples alone when Aventurine guides him back to his throat. He still pulls at his hair though, stupidly soft, choppy white hair between his fingers, hoping that it hurts. Unfortunately, it seems like Sugilite enjoys that. Which shouldn’t surprise him at this point really.
It should bother him though, but again, it doesn’t.
Really, Aventurine should probably be worried by how little this is actually bothering him--
But he reaches down between them anyway to wrap his fingers around Sugilite’s cock, stupidly turned on by the low, breathy groan the touch drags out of his brother. Hot breath washing over his throat, with every rough drag of his fingers. Aventurine doesn’t want it to be gentle or kind, he wants it to hurt. He wants Sugilite to know he isn't happy.
Sugilite's hips buck into Aventurine's hand. His palms and fingers wet with precum as he leaks pathetically, thrusting himself into Aventurine's fist like a fleshlight.
Aventurine is aching with arousal against his will, and every time the hot, throbbing head of Sugilite’s cock nudges his clit he almost moans. Almost-- because he still has enough sense to try and hide his reactions, even if it’s not working very well.
This is taking too long, Sugilite is dragging this out too much. Aventurine wants this over and done with. He wants that thick, heavy cock inside of him and he's entirely blaming Sugilite for getting him horny, because he did not want this before his brother started pawing at him.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Aventurine groans, pulling sharply at Sugilite's hair. Hoping he might rip out a chunk of it. “And don't say I'm enjoying it-- you started this, you better finish it so you can get out of my room!”
Sugilite laughs and sinks his teeth into the side of Aventurine’s throat. That earns him an even rougher yank of his hair because that fucking hurt. “Whatever my big brother wants.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Hm… no.”
Aventurine will kill him. He's going to strangle him with his own two hands and he's going to enjoy it.
After he's gotten fucked– Sugilite better be fucking good though. You’re only allowed be this cocky if you're good. He gives Sugilite's cock a mean, painful squeeze, and gets bitten again in return on the other side of his neck.
“Fine,” Sugilite hisses, pushing away Aventurine's hand to replace it with his own. “Fine, god you’re annoying.”
Aventurine doesn’t really think he is the annoying one here, but whatever.
Sugilite gives himself another quick stroke as he guides the head of his cock to Aventurine’s entrance. He's dripping, so wet it should be embarrassing, but it makes it so incredibly easy for Sugilite to push inside him.
The stretch burns anyway, even with his own slick as lube, but Aventurine likes the pain. He hasn’t had another person inside him for so long, he hasn't felt the heat for far too long and he's more than willing to look past the pain for the bliss.
They both seem to groan at the same time. Trying to keep quiet in fear of accidentally waking anyone else up, but Aventurine's heart beats as loud as drums in his ears and he can’t control himself.
Sugilite's hand clamps down over Aventurine’s mouth as he bottoms out, stifling the high, drawn out whine he makes at the feeling. His hips flush against Aventurine's ass as he grinds forward, deep inside. So deep that Aventurine honestly thinks he can feel the head of his cock against his cervix.
His eyes roll back, cunt squeezing around Sugilite’s cock, hips rolling up to try and tempt him to move without asking. He doesn't want to ask.
Thankfully, he doesn't have to. Sugilite pulls out and slams back in almost immediately. Setting a brutal pace that could probably tear Aventurine if he wasn't so wet. And there's no hesitation in his movements when he takes his hand from over Aventurine’s mouth and uses it to choke him. Squeezing at his throat in time with his thrusts, leaving him light-headed and dizzy and unbelievably horny.
Aventurine was right about one thing-- Sugilite isn't cocky for no reason. His little brother can, unfortunately, fuck.
Every aimed thrust forward punches the air from Aventurine's lungs, and every squeeze around his throat stops him taking more in. And Sugilite pants against his throat, groaning about how tight Aventurine is and how good he looks, and Aventurine can't even find it in himself to feel shame because he's loving this just as much as his fucked up little brother.
“Shit--” Sugilite grunts, covering Aventurine's mouth again with his hand. “You’re too fucking noisy, holy shit. Wait—” He hadn’t realised he had been so loud, actually. But the blood rushing through his head could be drowning out his own moans.
Aventurine whines when he finds himself painfully empty, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to complain as Sugilite easily rolls him over onto his stomach.
Ah yes-- Aventurine knows exactly what he wants, and he can't say he's against the position. It takes a bit more effort than it should (though all of his limbs currently feel like jelly) but he manages to prop himself up on his knees, not even bothering with his arms as he turns his face and presses it into the mattress. Sugilite wants him to be quiet, Aventurine wants to be quiet too, he doesn't really want the whole house knowing what's going on, so he might as well muffle himself with the sheets.
And then he's filled again, suddenly, with one quick, rough thrust, the mattress hiding the sound of his shocked, choked out moan. It feels so much deeper like this. Sugilite's cock spearing him open, his hand on the back of Aventurine's neck forcing him down. Forcing him to take it all and shut up
Aventurine's ears ring, a high pitched whine in his ears-- although that could just be him making that noise-- but through it all he can still hear Sugilite behind him, slamming into him. Plastered to his back like he can’t bear the thought of not having every single inch of his skin touching Aventurine.
“God, Rinnie-- so good, you're so hot,” he gasps, fingers digging into Aventurine's waist so hard it hurts. It's going to bruise and Aventurine is going to be in pain the next morning, but at the moment that sounds incredible. He loves seeing the results of a good, hard fuck the day after.
And he hates to admit it, but the longer Sugilite fucks him the more Aventurine finds himself enjoying it. The less shame or disgust he feels at the fact that Sugilite is his brother. And the less the whole blackmailing thing seems to be a problem to him.
“Are you enjoying yourself there?” Sugilite asks breathlessly. Mouth sealed at his nape as he licks and sucks marks where he won’t be able to hide them, hips slamming into Aventurine's ass. “Do you like knowing it's me, your favourite little brother?”
“I don't have another little brother, asshole-- oh fuck-- you can't be my favourite if you're the only one--” Aventurine gasps, voice trailing off into a moan he promptly muffles in the sheets. Topaz and Sugilite are the only siblings younger than him here. And when compared to Sugilite, Aventurine would call Topaz his favourite sibling any day.
…But Topaz would never do this.
…So maybe he has to reevaluate what he means by favourite. Of course, that only depends on how he feels about this afterwards. Aventurine has a feeling that he isn’t going to be as happy as he is at the moment.
Later though-- because right now Aventurine is getting his world rocked, his g-spot slammed into, and his clit pinched as he rapidly falls towards a mind blowing orgasm at the hands of the worst person in the world.
Sugilite doesn't sound any better than Aventurine either, grunting and groaning against the back of Aventurine's neck. His fingers slipping over Aventurine’s clit as he tries to make him enjoy it-- pointless, really, he's already enjoying it, but he's never going to say it out loud. He doesn’t want to help fuel Sugilite’s ego.
That doesn't stop him from rocking back into every thrust though. Nothing could have stopped him from doing that. It feels like heaven. Waves of arousal and bliss, settling in his gut like liquid fire, burning him from the inside out as Aventurine draws closer and closer with every rough touch.
Sugilite at least seems interested in Aventurine’s pleasure, he wants Aventurine to come. And he's doing a pretty good job of it. He just needs a little more-- just a little--
It's like his brother can read his mind, because almost immediately Sugilite focuses his attention on Aventurine’s clit somehow even more. Circling his fingers, grinding them against the bud of nerves. He even goes so far as to jerk Aventurine's engorged clit like a cock, which-- okay, hot, Aventurine knows that his clit is bigger now that he's taking testosterone, he's just never really thought that would feel so good. Or maybe that's just Sugilite. Maybe Aventurine really is just as fucked up as his little brother.
He is about to come on his cock after all.
“M'so close, Rinnie--” Sugilite groans, his rhythm stuttering.
Aventurine realises only last minute, far too late to do anything about it, that they’re not using protection.
But by the time he lifts his head to shout at Sugilite about that, he has to cut himself off on a moan as heat floods him.
Sugilite groans as he comes, hips rocking against Aventurine in a useless attempt to fuck his cum as deep inside as possible. Aventurine hates the feeling of cum dripping down his thighs, but he can't be bothered to move just yet. Entirely boneless as Sugilite keeps trying to rock his hips and get Aventurine off.
Sugilite's fingers slip over his clit, trying to form tight little circles to push Aventurine over the edge-- and he needs to come soon. Aventurine is going to start crying if he doesn't come soon, it's too much, it's painful, but he needs it desperately.
But when he does come-- when the pleasure pushes him over the edge, when the dam bursts and Aventurine comes-- it feels incredible.
The world around turns to static, the feeling of Sugilite’s hands on his waist and his clit burns. Aventurine floats through it all, blissed out and fucked stupid, as Sugilite pulls out.
He can feel his brother's hand prodding at him, thumbing at his slit, parting his folds to watch embarrassingly closely as his cum drips out of Aventurine.
Of course he enjoys seeing that. Aventurine is sure he's thought about this for a while. How often has Sugilite looked at him and wondered how he'd look on his knees? How often has Sugilite jerked off to the thought of his cum dripping from Aventurine's cunt like this?
He doesn’t want to know. He really does not want to know.
Because as the heat dies down and Aventurine comes back to his sense, the shame comes rushing back.
He just let his little brother-- and sure, not brother by blood, but still family-- fuck him and cum inside him because he didn’t want their foster father to find out that he likes clubbing.
Aventurine groans as he looks over his shoulder, blinking away the tiredness as he sees a bright camera flash. “Did you just take a fucking picture?” he asks, barely believing it even as he says it. God, what has he done?
Sugilite looks up at him, barely able to drag his eyes away from his cunt, shaking his head without a sliver of guilt as he slips his phone back into his pocket. “No. I'd never do that.”
“You fucking asshole-- delete that!”
“Can’t delete something that doesn't exist, Rinnie,” Sugilite grins, patting Aventurine's ass as he tucks his cock back into his trousers and gets off the bed. He stretches his arms above his head and groans. “Fuck that was good though, we should do that again.”
Aventurine collapses, blindly reaching for the edge of a blanket to throw it over himself. Not that it provides any real comfort. The disgust is too thick and heavy at the back of his throat. Nausea and regret and fear. “Absolutely not. Never speak to me again.” He hopes his voice doesn’t crack under the threat of tears.
“Oh, don't be like that,” Sugilite waves him off. Aventurine isn't lying though, he might have ended up kind of enjoying it, but he doesn't want to do it again. He doesn’t know how he’s going to live with this as it is, and he certainly doesn’t want to speak to Sugilite ever again. “You enjoyed it.”
“Get out of my room.”
“Bossy, whatever, I know you like me now. You can't boss me around anymore,” Sugilite grins, smug and happy, leaning against the wall by the bedroom door. He's so close to leaving, Aventurine wants him to get the fuck out so he can deal with the turmoil this stupid fucking situation will cause him. He just wants to cry.
“Get out,” Aventurine hisses again. He turns his head, turning away from Sugilite so he doesn't have to look at him as Aventurine's eyes begin to sting with tears he refuses to shed in front of his little brother. “Please just get out.”
He doesn’t see when Sugilite goes, just that he does, and the door clicks shut behind him. And Aventurine bursts into tears.
Why does this happen to him at every foster home?