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‘What was that?’ Ratio demands as soon as the hotel room door shuts behind them.
Aventurine takes off his jacket, deliberately slow. ‘For someone who claims to despise formality, you aren’t very specific with your words, Doctor.’
Unfortunately, Ratio doesn’t rise to the bait. ‘You know well what I’m talking about,’ he grits. ‘We run into your colleagues and suddenly I’m a stranger to you?’
‘Look, I don’t understand what you’re so worked up about,’ Aventurine says coolly, folding his jacket over an arm. ‘It’s just appearances, business things. You wouldn’t understand.’
Aventurine tries to reach for the hanger behind Ratio, but before he can blink, he’s being slammed against the door of the closet. ‘Ow! What’re you-’
‘Then enlighten me,’ Ratio says. ‘Go on- you love to talk, don’t you? And you know I enjoy nothing more than learning new knowledge. What about business requires you to reduce your lover to a stranger?’
‘Wrong, I enjoy being pinned down more, but not like this,’ Aventurine struggles against Ratio’s hold. ‘You’re always so rough with me, Veritas-’
Ratio makes a frustrated noise in his throat. ‘So it’s Veritas now,’ he snarls. ‘Answer my question.’
‘We should try this roleplay someday, Doctor,’ Aventurine grins, batting his eyes. ‘You the strict professor, and me the student after extra credit.’ He enunciates his words with a pointed grind down onto Ratio’s leg, wedged between his. ‘You’d like that, won’t you? Getting your mouthy student to finally shut up by shoving your cock down his throat, have him keep you warm while you grade papers-’
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio warns, but Aventurine feels the grip on his waist tighten, a telltale sign of Ratio’s interest. ‘I asked-’
‘What a shame, Doctor- I don’t really feel like answering,’ Aventurine drawls, watching a vein tick on Ratio’s forehead. ‘I guess you’ll have to give me a personal tutoring session, if you catch my drift-’ Aventurine continues, looking up at Ratio through his lashes in what he knows is a coquettish way. ‘Whatever will we do if I fail this class? I’ll come to your office after hours in those stockings that you like and let you fuck my thighs, get them so messy that the stains won’t come out no matter how many times I put them through the wash-’
Ratio crashes his mouth against Aventurine’s. The kiss is rough, almost painful when Ratio’s teeth bump against Aventurine’s bottom lip, but a thrill runs through Aventurine’s body- he loves this, loves Ratio throwing him around like he weighs nothing, fucking him so hard that he forgets everything but the cock heavy in his stomach-
They separate with a slick pop and Ratio grabs Aventurine’s hips, pushing them down onto his thigh, Aventurine eagerly starting to grind. The layers between them provide much-needed friction, a delicious pressure on Aventurine’s clit. He whines when Ratio squeezes his ass, feeling himself start to leak. ‘Oh- yes, feels good, darling, just like that-’
Ratio huffs, but his pupils are blown wide, and Aventurine can feel his hardness through his trousers. Keeping a hold on Aventurine’s ass, Ratio lifts him up and unceremoniously dumps him onto the bed.
Aventurine blinks as he adjusts, before smirking, ‘So keen to have a piece of this, Doctor?’
Ratio says nothing as he pulls off his own shirt, climbing over Aventurine to take his mouth again. It’s slower, this time, but it’s hot, dirty, and kind of makes Aventurine’s brain melt. Ratio’s tongue curls over his as his hands work at Aventurine’s pants, shoving them down and pushing his panties to the side.
Aventurine breaks the kiss to tease. ‘Ah-ah,’ he clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. ‘Did nobody teach you bedroom etiquette, Professor? I’m in very high demand, you know, you have to treat me nicely. Everyone I’ve slept with-’
He’s abruptly cut off when Ratio shoves two fingers into his mouth.
Aventurine moans, whorish and needy. Tries not to go cross-eyed when Ratio presses down on his tongue, while his other hand teases Aventurine’s cunt, spreading the wetness over his clit with a punishing little rub.
‘Continue your fascinating elaboration, Mr Aventurine,’ Ratio finally speaks, voice dangerously pleasant. ‘Do tell me about the men you’ve slept with, those pigs you’ve allowed to put their hands all over you.’
Aventurine’s cunt gives an excited throb at the possessiveness, sending a spurt of slick dripping down from his wanting cunt. He sucks at the fingers in his mouth, mimicking the way he would give a blowjob, tonguing at the pads and bobbing his head as much as he can.
Ratio swears under his breath, and it’s so hot that Aventurine feels himself leak, aching for Ratio to just slide in and fill him up. ‘Slut,’ he curses. ‘I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already so wet you probably don’t need any prep.’
And then he slips his fingers right into Aventurine’s dripping entrance, and Aventurine moans.
Ratio sets a brutal pace, which cues Aventurine in as to how desperate he is. Aventurine gasps when he puts his mouth in between his legs, helpless but to clench around Ratio’s fingers, the walls of his cunt desperately sucking the intrusion in deep, deeper. Ratio gives the nub a small kiss, and that’s all the preparation Aventurine gets before Ratio curls his tongue around his clit in a hard suck.
Aventurine is dimly aware of the way he’s moaning, punched out ah-ah-ahs with every thrust and swipe of Ratio’s tongue over his clit, sweeping upward strokes that makes Aventurine’s pussy drool. It’s too much, so fast that he can feel his orgasm building already, cunt spasming around Ratio’s fingers-
Then all of a sudden, Ratio pulls away entirely. Aventurine shrieks.
Ratio laughs, pushing his fingers- the ones that were inside Aventurine just seconds ago- through the mess of wet. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’
It takes Aventurine a couple of tries to find his voice. ‘You-’
‘It seems that you still owe me an answer,’ Ratio speaks calmly, gathering Aventurine into his lap, a terrible finger sneaking to rub circles on his soaked entrance. ‘And good students complete all the questions they’re assigned before they get rewarded, yes?’
‘You- you-’ Aventurine struggles for words, because Ratio has played him before, many times, even before they had gotten together, but never like this. Never in bed, never when Aventurine has his legs wide open, dripping onto Ratio’s palm as he tries to hide the fact that his cunt is still pulsing, maddeningly deprived of orgasm.
‘Well?’ Ratio’s other hand comes to hold Aventurine’s chin, and Aventurine finally catches his expression- a cat-got-the-cream smirk, pleased as punch.
‘I hate you,’ Aventurine grinds out. ‘You- you planned this!’
‘Nothing of the sort, sweetheart,’ Ratio continues smiling, and Aventurine would punch it off his face if he weren’t weak from almost-orgasm. ‘I followed the rules of your game, did I not?’
Aventurine feels himself go hot, then cold all over. ‘You and your calculations,’ he says, a tad too bitter to pass off as teasing. ‘When will you realise I am not an experiment for you to be hypothesised? You think you’re so clever, don't you, now that you’ve got me right where you wanted?’
Ratio pauses his petting before he speaks. ‘I don’t see you as an experiment,’ Ratio tells him. ‘Sweetheart,’ Ratio jostles when Aventurine doesn't answer, resolutely staring at anywhere but Ratio. ‘I merely-’ he sighs. ‘I observe you because it is interesting, and I am interested in you. It is not because I believe you are easy, or see you for a fool.’
‘Thanks for the reassurance, I guess,’ Something cold sinks in Aventurine’s belly, the uncomfortable sensation of not having finished and the realisation that he’s been deceived in his horniness catching up on him. ‘So nice of you to tell me I’m interesting. Really makes me feel a lot less like I’m a lab rat or crazy, you know.’
He makes to climb off Ratio, suddenly hyper-aware of their closeness and the sensation of sweat cooling on his skin, but Ratio doesn’t let him. ‘Sweetheart-’
‘Stop calling me that!’ Aventurine shouts, and to his horror, he realises he is close to tears. ‘Haven’t you humiliated me enough? I built everything up alone, I try my best to live up to expectations because I can’t afford to fail, not even once, and the one time-’ he hiccups, ‘the one time I indulge in something just for myself, you-’ his voice breaks, and he goes limp in Ratio’s hold.
Silence. Aventurine swipes a hand across his eyes roughly. ‘I’ll go get myself another room,’ he mutters.
He makes to reach for his discarded clothes when he’s grabbed by the middle and pulled backwards. ‘Is this why you didn’t want to announce our relationship in front of your colleagues?’ Ratio asks beside his ear, and Aventurine tries not to relax into the warmth behind him. ‘Because you were afraid of what they would think of you?’
Aventurine has to take a deep breath before he feels steady enough to talk. ‘Not what they would think,’ he corrects bitterly, ‘but what they already do. Aventurine, the one who got into the division at an absurdly young age. Surely there has got to be something behind his promotion, and oh look! He’s flamboyant and silvertongued, so he must've slept with everyone who was important to get to where he is now. I bet he also slept with Doctor Ratio for the collaboration with the Intelligentsia Guild-’
Ratio cuts him off with a growl. ‘If those idiots are saying these things about you-’
‘Then I grin and bear it.’ Aventurine cuts him off. He suddenly feels so very tired. ‘Don’t you understand? It doesn’t matter to them whether I did that stuff or not, they just want someone to be able to look down upon, and I happen to be different enough to fit their criteria.’ He shuts his eyes. ‘And there’s nothing you can do, either. Imagine if you spoke up for me,’ he can’t help the derisive laugh that escapes his lips, ‘They’d take it as a hundred-per cent confirmation that we have illicit relations. Why else would a business partner speak so favourably of Aventurine?’
‘But I can’t let them stop me, because I worked so hard to get here,’ Aventurine says, wondering who he is pleading to. ‘Because I have nowhere else to go if not here. I’m good at money, I’m good at talking, I’m good at gambling. I can’t possibly lose my position.’
Ratio is quiet. So, Aventurine panics. ‘That was a lot, huh,’ he manages, trying for a smile. ‘You probably didn’t want to hear this, but you asked for an answer, so-’
‘I want to,’ Ratio says.
Aventurine feels like his head is about to explode, with all the emotions he’s experienced tonight. ‘You want to what?’
‘I want to know things about you, sweetheart,’ Ratio tells him. He’s solid and so big, chest almost engulfing Aventurine’s back, warming his spine. ‘Not because I think you are foolish, but because I care about you. I want to know these things-’ Aventurine opens his mouth to reply- ‘and I am not ashamed of loving you, no matter what anyone else might think.’
Aventurine‘s jaw clicks shut.
‘It pains me to learn of your suffering,’ Ratio turns his face into the side of Aventurine’s neck against the slave mark, speaking into his skin. ‘But I would appreciate it if you shared these burdens with me. I trust you with my weaknesses, and I would like it if you did the same. I understand it might not be easy for you, but I wish you could give me a chance to let me be here for you.’
‘Really?’ Aventurine croaks.
‘Really.’ Ratio’s lips move against his skin, raising goosebumps all over Aventurine’s body. ‘I am proud of you and your accomplishments. This will not change knowing your pains and scars.’
‘But I talk too much,’ Aventurine blurts, feeling like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin. ‘And I’m slippery, I avoid my problems, and I don’t really know how to be honest, and-’
Instead of a snarky response or rolling his eyes like usual, Ratio sighs as he turns Aventurine around. ‘I know,’ he says simply. His strokes a thumb over Aventurine’s bottom lip, golden eyes filled with so much feeling Aventurine has to shut his own. ‘I would like to see all of you,’ he tells Aventurine, ‘If you will let me.’
‘You’re serious,’ Aventurine realises. ‘You’re serious about me.’
‘I am,’ Ratio responds, cupping Aventurine’s cheek tenderly.’
‘I still don’t know whether I want to tell my colleagues that we’re together, or anyone else,’ Aventurine plows on. ‘And I think- I think I’m scared, because I had to hide myself away all my life to survive, and I don’t know what’s going to happen if I don’t-’
Ratio silences him with a kiss. ‘I know. It was never about me wanting others to keep off. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.’ He smiles, and he’s so handsome it steals Aventurine’s breath away. ‘I wanted to know that you wanted me, like I wanted you.’
‘I do,’ Aventurine says hurriedly, because he needs Ratio to know, ‘I want you, more than I have anything.’
‘Good,’ Ratio says, and he’s still smiling, and it's so far away from the seething derision from when they'd first met, the cold barrel of a gun pressed into Aventurine's chest. ‘Do you feel better, now that you’ve told me what troubles you?’
Aventurine abruptly feels very silly. ‘Yeah,’ he admits, voice small.
‘None of that,’ Ratio kisses the top of his head. ‘As long as you know you have me, now.’
‘You’re so nice to me,’ Aventurine tells him. ‘Nobody has ever been so nice to me before.’
‘Oh?’ Ratio raises an eyebrow. ‘I thought all the guys you fucked before were nicer?’
‘Shut up,’ Aventurine groans, hitting him on his unfairly muscled chest. But Ratio won’t stop laughing, so Aventurine surges forward to kiss him quiet.
They break apart with Ratio still grinning, both panting into the space between them. ‘You’re terrible,’ Aventurine whines, but they both know he’s just being dramatic. ‘Is this how you treat people you like?’
‘No,’ Ratio answers, eyes warm. ‘It’s how I treat the person I love.’
Aventurine goes hot at the ears and all the way down his neck. ‘Oh, you-’ he splutters, before taking a breath to regain his composure. ‘I’m going to ride you so hard right now.’
Ratio is shocked into actual laughter, but his gaze lingers like honey, sticky sweet. ‘Then please, be my guest.’
Aventurine grumbles a little into their kiss as he unfastens Ratio’s pants, stroking his cock, which twitches violently when Aventurine scrapes a nail over the tip. ‘Excited?’ Aventurine teases, and he’s rewarded with a half-hearted glare.
Aventurine jerks him off lazily, feeling him chub up under his palm. He wriggles in Ratio’s lap, cunt impatient for friction as he puts the leaking cock in between his legs and grinds, slow and wet.
‘Patience,’ Ratio chides, but Aventurine can tell he’s gritting his teeth. He spits into his own palm and lathers it over his dick, thumb stroking Aventurine’s hip as he fits his cock snug, head catching the mouth of Aventurine’s pussy.
‘I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me- ah!’ Aventurine cries when Ratio thrusts all of himself inside in one stroke, stuffing him full. He shudders, twitching uncontrollably around the hardness as he drips, cunt finally having something to clench down onto.
‘So tight,’ Ratio grunts as he begins to move, unforgiving as he grabs Aventurine’s hips and slams him down to meet his thrusts. Aventurine’s sides will surely be bruised tomorrow, evidence of their desperation, but he can’t think about any of that- can’t think at all when Ratio fucks him, hard pointed thrusts into his wanting, dripping pussy.
‘You were made for me, sweetheart,’ Ratio moans, and Aventurine leans forward to meet him in a kiss, panting into each others mouths as Aventurine is bounced up and down and back up again, until all he can focus on is the searing stretch of Ratio’s cock splitting him open, the primal ache inside that has him clenching down desperately, wanting it harder, faster, deeper-
‘Not gonna last,’ Ratio warns, panting into Aventurine’s ear.
‘Touch me,’ he begs, clit stinging from where it slaps against Ratio’s skin. ‘Touch me, please, Doctor, I’m so close-’
Ratio catches the sensitive jut of Aventurine’s clit between his thumb and forefinger, stroking the swollen nub once, twice, thrice, and Aventurine is gone. He comes with a wail, barely able to acknowledge the blurt of wetness on Ratio’s fingers, cunt desperately drinking Ratio down.
Ratio bites down onto his shoulder, and spills inside Aventurine. The splashes of warm cum only send him, shudderingly sensitive from orgasm, into another peak, crying out as his cunt throbs and he comes again, seizing, pathetic squirts that wet Ratio's thighs.
A while later- Aventurine can only guess how long- he comes to the sensation of Ratio leaving little kisses along his shoulder and collarbone. He blinks his eyes open to realise he’s propped up in Ratio’s arms, thighs sticky with cum and slick.
‘That was good,’ he purrs, throwing his arms around Ratio’s shoulders, teasingly clenching down on the softening cock still buried inside.
A hiss, and Aventurine yelps when Ratio spanks him lightly. ‘Minx.’
‘Yeah, but I’m your minx.’ Aventurine points out. He can’t stop smiling. ‘One that you love!’
Ratio smiles, a touch exasperated but a whole lot fond. He’s sweaty from exertion, hair pushed back from his forehead, dishevelled and filthy and all Aventurine’s. ‘Yes,’ he echoes. ‘The one I love.’