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If Aventurine had to say what he loved most about Ratio, he’d never be able to choose, finding everything about him enticing- from his intellect, his wit, the shape of his every smile, the sound of his voice, the softness to his gaze when their eyes met, how Ratio would talk to himself occasionally as he read or thought through problems. He had so many specific things he truly adored about him. And yet, despite their relationship, he had one thing he still had not discovered about R: his scent.
Of course, he had been used to Ratio wearing scent blockers. He’d done so before their relationship of course, claiming it suited a professional environment to keep one’s scent under control. Yet truthfully, Aventurine had not expected that habit to continue even if they were alone. He’d made it clear to Ratio that he didn’t care about his designation, nor what his scent may be, yet Ratio talked about neither.
Their relationship had progressed steadily, hidden feelings having slowly surfaced, mutual affection for one another revealed. Aventurine could hardly believe it, that Ratio could have harboured such feelings for him, that he would easily return Aventurine’s affection. He’d always found Ratio intriguing, and from interest, came affection, then infatuation, soon wanting to devote himself to Ratio in every way he could.
Though those exact words were hard to say, always catching on his tongue, remaining unspoken, shared only in knowing glances and subtle smiles between them, feelings of love fluttering and simmering below the surface. To himself, he could admit that he loved Ratio, that he loved everything about him, and could easily talk endlessly about every little detail and reason for affection. However, if he had to put it simply, he’d say to himself that he loved Ratio and his company, even just the thought of him enough to improve his mood, every day made better even if they shared only a simple message, always longing for him.
Of course, while their romantic feelings had developed, now obvious to see between each other, their relationship had not yet progressed much further. They’d had vague talks of moving in together, often close to actually doing it, only for one or both to be suddenly busy, the idea dropped. There was also the matter of Ratio’s scent, that he’d not had the chance to indulge in it yet. Another notable thing, being that intimacy was minimal. That in of itself was not a problem. Yet Aventurine always initiated any sort of intimacy, any light kiss, hand-holding or shared embrace, and though Ratio somewhat reciprocated, he never started it, and it never went any further.
Aventurine had to wonder how Ratio felt about it, as they sat side by side again, bodies pressed close and sharing body heat with one another, as Aventurine’s hand rested on his thigh. Ratio turned to him, seemingly staring in expectation, doing nothing to close the distance himself, either waiting for Aventurine to do something, or completely ambivalent. Either way, he returned the kiss when Aventurine’s lips met his, little breathy noises escaping him, each swallowed by Aventurine.
As close as they were, he wished he could indulge in Ratio’s scent, knowing Ratio always wore blockers for convenience, stating scent and pheromones to be a hassle, an annoyance. Once, he’d assumed Ratio must be a beta, seemingly so unbothered by the actions or interest of any designation. Yet seeing the blockers one day over Ratio’s scent gland, and Aventurine had therefore assumed he must be an alpha like himself, understanding immediately Ratio’s lack of care for other designations, likely uncaring for his own, for he had complained about alphas before, especially referencing Aventurine. He’d of course asked Ratio’s designation once, before their feelings surfaced like this, yet Ratio had rolled his eyes, said it didn’t matter, and told Aventurine to figure it out.
Truthfully, it didn’t matter either way. He’d fallen for Ratio before he’d even considered his designation, for only Ratio himself mattered. Especially as he shuddered as Aventurine’s hand slid along his thigh, feeling the warmth trapped beneath fabric, each letting out shared breathy sounds as their lips moved, with Aventurine mostly leading the kiss as always.
Aventurine pulled back just to admire the sight of him, appreciating Ratio’s flushed face, his softly furrowed brow, his gentle expression. Heat simmered through his own body, aching with the distinct need for him, already half hard just from this as he looked over Ratio’s body, wanting his fingers to roam everywhere, to kiss him and to taste his soft skin. Yet as his gaze flitted lower, he saw no obvious signs of arousal, not even hard in the slightest, and other than the slight flush, his reactions revealed little else.
He waited for Ratio to prompt him to continue, to pull him closer, to kiss him, to let his hands trail along Aventurine, or simply tell him he wanted more. Instead, Ratio just stared at him, saying nothing, his gaze somewhat unnerving the more they looked at one another.
He had to wonder if Ratio really wanted this at all, or if he only allowed basic intimacy for Aventurine’s sake, not his own. At that thought, Aventurine drew back, offering him only a warm smile as Ratio stared at him in expectation. ‘I’ll go and get you something to eat. You must be hungry, right?’
Ratio blinked in surprise, looking uncharacteristically lost for a moment, somewhat stunned as his gaze flitted away, as if contemplating, before slowly returning to Aventurine. ‘Ah, yes, I suppose… I suppose I am… somewhat hungry. I’d hope, if you intend to find something for me, you’d find something for yourself too, so we can eat together.’
‘Of course,’ Aventurine replied easily, offering another quick smile, trying to ignore the ache of arousal, turning so he could let out a shaky breath, focusing on calming his scent, usually managing to keep excellent control over it, though the intensity of his feelings for Ratio threatened to shake and fracture that control.
Still, for Ratio, he wanted to remain calm, collected, and completely in control of himself. Distantly, he knew they still had much to talk about in terms of their relationship, yet perhaps only to him, it still felt fragile, still wondering if asking certain questions would only irritate or offend Ratio, debating if he should either phrase it delicately, or wait for Ratio to broach the subject, deciding on the later.
After all, whatever Ratio wanted, Aventurine wanted to give him, his happiness and comfort worth more than anything to him. And so, Aventurine would continue to devote himself to him, and seek only to care for Ratio’s comfort.
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Perhaps because he wanted to always be careful and gentle to Ratio, the strength of that feeling surprising even himself, he felt almost bad how much Ratio aroused him, how desperate for him he was in every sense of that word. With others he hardly cared, yet with Ratio he often wondered if his scent was too overt, his feelings too obvious, finding Ratio often glaring at him whenever his scent was strongest, wrinkling his nose or covering it completely to block Aventurine’s scent.
Whilst mildly offended that Ratio didn’t like his scent, Aventurine understood completely, his dislike for his scent only proving Aventurine’s conclusion that he must be an alpha. No wonder then, that Aventurine’s scent offended him, as well as likely Aventurine’s nature in general, for Ratio seemed to see the unique situations of both omegas and alphas as somewhat of an inconvenience, likely wishing he were a beta. Though, of course, that was only Aventurine’s conjecture, seeing as Ratio seemed disinterested in the topic whenever he broached it.
He didn’t mind Ratio being an alpha. Perhaps, however, that was why Ratio never initiated any sort of intimacy, perhaps his instincts made him disinterested in sex with another alpha. Or, the answer Aventurine felt most likely, Ratio might simply not be interested in sex at all, feeling no desire for it. After all, he knew he was Ratio’s only sort of romantic relationship that he’d ever had, unsure if he’d even had sex before, whether he’d found it unsatisfying, or simply never wanted it at all. Again, he didn’t mind; he enjoyed being with Ratio more than anything, his company more than he could ever want.
Certainly, Ratio didn’t seem opposed to kissing, having had many encounters by now, kissing in corridors, in their offices, whenever or wherever they could. Ratio would kiss him back, making breathy little sounds as Aventurine’s hands lightly roamed his body, feeling the heat of Ratio as Aventurine’s tongue probed his mouth. He had to resist the urge to grind against him, to slip his hands beneath clothes to feel his bare skin, his fingers often trailing over the exposed side of Ratio’s shirt just to feel him shudder. Yet whenever he broke away, despite Ratio’s flushed face and how he shivered, he never reached for Aventurine, and never said anything until Aventurine did first, always noticeably not hard in the slightest, and never protesting when they parted and stopped completely. Even when asked once if he enjoyed it, Ratio had scoffed, told him the answer was obvious, and left it there.
And so, instead of lingering touches and frequent kisses, Aventurine had eased off. He knew Ratio had noticed the sudden lack of it, for Ratio seemed to stare at him more often, his gaze intense, underlined either with suspicion or anticipation, perhaps both. Especially whenever they were alone; Ratio’s stare bored into him, piercing, sharp, overflowing with expectation, studying Aventurine as if he were a complex puzzle that he simply couldn’t solve, frustrated by the mere sight of him.
Unannounced, Ratio had arrived at his home this evening, stating that he wanted his company, for though he could be indirect and vague, he could also be incredibly direct in saying what he wanted, only confusing Aventurine more, even if he did find it adorable. Of course, any excuse to be with Ratio, he’d take, having ushered him inside and urged him to get comfortable on the couch as usual, aware of his stare watching his every move as they made casual conversation until Ratio told him to stop fussing with getting him food and drink, and sit down.
As he sat beside Ratio, appreciating his company, Ratio subtly shuffled closer, their thighs pressed together, watching keenly as an intense shiver suddenly wracked Ratio, his breath seemingly catching in his throat as Aventurine’s eyes locked with his.
‘Oh, are you cold?’ Aventurine asked him, watching Ratio shiver again, feeling the way it wracked him, with Ratio’s thigh pressed against his. ‘Want something to warm you up?’
Ratio shuddered again, nodding slowly as he held Aventurine’s gaze, lips parting in a breathy sound before he murmured his reply. ‘... Yes, that’s what I need…’
Looking at Ratio’s expectant expression, he immediately thought of a fair few ways he could warm him up, pushing them out of his mind and instead saying, ‘Of course, I’ll get you a blanket, that should help.’
‘Never mind, then,’ Ratio mumbled in reply, looking away, his expression somewhat perplexed, frowning slightly. Then, with a sigh, still pointedly not looking at him, Ratio pressed even closer to his side, shivering again, likely from the warmth of Aventurine’s body, though he felt the obvious body heat seep from Ratio to him, their heat mingling as one, wondering if perhaps Ratio were more sensitive to temperature than he was, for he felt hot to the touch and not cold at all.
Seeing as Ratio wanted to sit so close to him, Aventurine slowly wrapped an arm around his waist, feeling Ratio further relax into his embrace. Smiling to himself, Aventurine realised that must have been what he’d wanted, cataloguing that reaction for further use, always taking note of Ratio’s every expression and every little gesture, wanting to know everything he possibly could about him. With Ratio settled at his side, he slowly rested a hand on Ratio’s thigh, feeling him shiver despite the warmth of him, obvious through the fabric.
‘You don’t feel very cold,’ Aventurine teased him, giving his thigh a light squeeze for emphasis, ‘If you just wanted to be closer to me, you only had to say so.’
‘Is that your interpretation?’ Ratio replied instead of answering, arching a brow at him, ‘Use your own initiative… and surely you can deduce the answer for yourself.’
‘How mean of you, to not even give me a little hint,’ Aventurine said, feigning a weary tone, despite the smile playing with the edges of his lips, watching Ratio’s expression as Aventurine leant closer to him, knowing Ratio felt the heat of his breath against his skin. ‘And what about this, won’t you even tell me if you want me to kiss you?’
‘You… already know that I do,’ Ratio replied, his gaze dipping to Aventurine’s lips instead, then back to his eyes when Aventurine didn’t move. ‘Well, isn’t that an answer?’
‘I’m not sure that’s a good enough answer. Come on, doctor, such a smart man like you should be able to articulate what he wants, isn’t that right?’ Aventurine prompted, feeling as if this were the closest they’d been to Ratio telling him overtly what he wanted, instead of suggesting it for Aventurine to interpret himself. ‘Well, what’s it going to be? Do you want more?’
‘Yes,’ Ratio breathed out, that simple admittance more than enough.
Rewarding him for it, Aventurine leant forward, pressing their lips together in a kiss, once more feeling Ratio’s body shiver, pressing even closer to him, their heat mingling. Ratio’s lips were, as always, soft and tempting against his, savouring each little, breathy sound Ratio made. He appreciated the feel of Ratio’s body against his, hand sliding up and down Ratio’s thigh, feeling him shudder and squirm from the touch, his noises wavering, slightly louder, something desperate underlining them.
At that, he wondered if Ratio really did feel like he did, wanting this the same as he did. Squeezing Ratio’s plush thigh, he felt keenly how he shuddered, muscles flexing against his body, pressing himself closer to Aventurine as if he needed him.
Pulling back so Ratio could gasp for breath, Aventurine took in his appearance, shivering at Ratio’s flushed face and arousal struck expression, his pupils dilated and his stare heavy, watching Aventurine as he gathered his breath. And yet, Ratio did not move or ask for more.
Studying his expression, he was unable to deny Ratio’s fracturing composure, and the desire evident beneath it all, anticipation underlining his stare. Yet Ratio didn’t reach for him, he didn’t initiate, or speak, simply stared at him. Perhaps, he only liked kissing, and not what might come after, perhaps that was why he contained any need for more, because there wasn’t any. His gaze roamed Ratio’s body, watching him shudder, Aventurine’s focus once more settling between his legs, seeing no evidence of arousal despite his expression, wishing again that he could appreciate Ratio’s scent, for that might reveal more than his body or mind.
Ratio’s noise of frustration pulled him from his distracted thoughts, looking back to Ratio’s annoyed expression, frowning as he looked away ‘You drive me insane,’ Ratio gritted out, his hands gripping the couch, nails digging into the fabric.
‘Oh, you’ve told me before, I’m well aware,’ Aventurine replied with a light laugh, wanting to diffuse Ratio’s frustration, ‘So, how have I driven you close to the brink of insanity on this particular occasion?’
‘The same as every other occasion,’ Ratio replied dryly, shooting him a glare that soon softened, letting out a sigh. ‘I suppose… I have been reluctant to ask, however… why do you always stop? Is this a fault with me, or myself? I think I deserve to know.’
‘Stop what?’ Aventurine replied, having an idea of what he meant, yet pushing him to say it, to speak plainly in a way he so often did in every other circumstance. ‘Come on, be specific.’
‘Stop… this,’ Ratio clarified, giving him a pointed look, raising one hand to vaguely gesture between them. ‘You always… initiate intimacy, and then abruptly stop. Tell me why. Is that specific enough for you? Or do you need the dates and testimonies of every other occasion you did this? Because I recall them all perfectly.’
Aventurine blinked in surprised, letting out another laugh to dispel that feeling. ‘Now you’re confusing me. I’m the one who stops? What about you?’ Aventurine asked, nodding to him. ‘You never exactly do anything. Now, either you really don’t know what you’re doing, or there’s something wrong you aren’t telling me.’ Shooting him a teasing smile, Aventurine then added, ‘Oh, and by more… what exactly do you mean? It’s not like you were expecting me to fuck you after every kiss, were you?’
‘I know you’re only trying to tease me,’ Ratio retorted, ‘Deliberately not answering my questions-’
‘Ah, but now you’re deflecting and not answering my question,’ Aventurine easily interrupted, delighting in the sight of his flustered expression, and his enticingly flushed face, ‘So, come on Veritas, did you want me to fuck you after each and every kiss? It’s a simple question, surely if you recall them all perfectly, you’d recall if you wanted me to fuck you…’
Ratio looked away again, his flushed face deepening to a beautiful, tempting red, with Aventurine longing to press his lips to every part of soft, heated skin. ‘Do you seriously expect me to even dignify that with a response? Use some thought, and refrain from being so… needlessly crude…’
Sensing he’d both embarrassed and offended Ratio, Aventurine studied his expression, how he couldn’t meet Aventurine’s eyes, deliberately looking anywhere but him. ‘Alright, alright, sorry for teasing you… You know, it’s alright if you don’t actually want sex, that wouldn’t bother me. You can tell me anything, Veritas, I mean that. I only want to make sure you’re happy.’
‘That’s a kind sentiment from you, however, I…’ Ratio trailed off, looking away again, his voice lowered slightly. ‘I… have never said I don't want it… I suppose… I was simply expecting you to do everything…’
Reeling from that information, Aventurine tried to stay calm, aware of a self-satisfied smile creeping along his lips. Because not only did Ratio want him, it was almost as though he were submissive enough when it came to sex that it hadn’t even crossed his mind that Aventurine wouldn’t be in control, the knowledge of that sending a deep thrill of satisfaction through him. ‘Is that right? I’m surprised… so submissive that you wanted me to do everything… how adorable of you.’
‘That’s not- quite the truth,’ Ratio retorted, trying to look firm as he met Aventurine’s eyes, a frown stretched across his lips, the effect completely undermined by his heavily flushed face. ‘Well… why didn’t you do everything, then? You must have had a reason for stopping… do not tell me you did not think I was… sufficiently interested. I believed I showed all the stereotypical, and expected signs of… that type of interest.’
‘You could just say you were horny,’ Aventurine pointed out, mainly to tease him, knowing that as flustered as Ratio was, earning more of those sweet, embarrassed expressions was unbelievably easy. ‘But we both know that’s not quite the truth either, don’t we?’
Though Aventurine gave him a knowing stare, keeping his expression otherwise warm and disarming, Ratio gave him a blank look, one that soon morphed into confusion the more he thought on what Aventurine meant. ‘Apologises if I’ve missed something obvious… Otherwise, what exactly are you talking about? I’m… certainly aware of my own reactions.’ Ratio eyed him with suspicion, studying him carefully. ‘What are you referring to?’
He supposed they’d have to talk about this eventually. Though he always made a distinction between fun ways to embarrass Ratio and tease him, and ways in which he never wanted to truly upset or embarrass him, aware inwardly that his response might unfortunately stray too close to the latter.
‘You don’t… you know…’ Aventurine settled for saying, vaguely glancing between Ratio’s legs, to the notable lack of hardness, hoping that Ratio would immediately understand.
Ratio, however, only arched a brow at him, seemingly more confused, something like concern in his stare, as if he doubted Aventurine even knew what he was talking about. ‘...Yes? What are you referring to? I’m aware we both need to work on our communication… and I’m sure, after this, you’d agree. So, why don’t you be specific now, and answer the question?’
‘You don’t… you never get hard,’ Aventurine specified, adding a light laugh in an attempt to disarm him as Ratio’s eyes widened, ‘not that erectile dysfunction is a problem, I don’t mind- well, unless it bothers you, then-’
Ratio’s face flushed steady, letting out a hefty sigh of annoyance, muttering something to himself under his breath, undoubtedly an insult. He looked painfully embarrassed, before shooting Aventurine a look of annoyance, muttering something to himself again, and rising hastily.
With great, obvious annoyance in his expression, he held Aventurine’s stare as he stood directly in front of him, fingers working to undo the fastenings of his pants as Aventurine watched in stunned anticipation. Without further ceremony, he hooked his fingers through the waistband of his pants and underwear, and pushed them down his legs and to the floor, stepping out of them, so that Aventurine could stare directly at his flushed, dripping cunt.
Aventurine’s breath caught in his throat, heart rate steadily rising, taking in the sweet musk and scent of him, unable and unwilling to look anywhere other than Ratio’s cunt. He was completely soaked, dripping wet and flushed, leaking down his inner thighs, his clit aching and swollen, as if begging for touch, squirming slightly under Aventurine’s intense stare, his pussy glistening in the light.
‘Oh, you’re…’ Aventurine trailed off, finding himself lacking the words, mind filled only with the need to reach forward and touch Ratio, to bury his face between his legs and make him cry with pleasure, his designation hardly a consideration, for he’d want him no matter what.
‘An omega, yes,’ Ratio replied, sighing deliberately, the sound tailing off as his tone softened, more concerned as he spoke, ‘I suppose… perhaps it was an oversight on my part that you… did not realise. To me, it simply didn’t matter, I suppose. Are you… disappointed? That I’m not what you expected?’
At the concern in his voice, Aventurine felt a distinct ache in his chest, wanting to soothe his worry. He stood quickly, their bodies already close as he reached out, warm hands resting on Ratio’s flushed cheeks, one trailing higher to comb through his hair, lightly holding the strands as he pulled Ratio closer for a kiss. Despite a brief flicker of hesitation, Ratio soon returned it, letting Aventurine’s hands trail along his body, wrapping around his waist.
‘You’re still as perfect as always,’ Aventurine murmured against his lips, feeling Ratio shudder and squirm, admiring Ratio’s desire struck expression as he guided him back towards the couch, helping him comfortably lay on it.
Arousal and anticipation thrummed through him as Aventurine settled between Ratio’s spread legs. Thankful for the size of the couch, they both had much room to rest on it, though naturally he’d ensure Ratio wouldn’t fall off anyway.
His hands trailed along Ratio’s inner thighs, appreciating the warmth and softness of his body, watching and feeling the way he trembled even from that light touch. Looking to the copious wetness dripping from him, Aventurine realised then how aching for this he must have been, longing for Aventurine’s touch and attention, trying to figure out how to get it without being too overt.
‘Veritas,’ Aventurine called to him, their eyes locking, feeling another heady burst of arousal to see Ratio’s gaze fix on him, pupils dilated, brimming with need and desire. He leant closer, nearly draping himself over Ratio’s body as his fingers trailed along Ratio’s scent gland, still covered by a blocker, watching Ratio restrain a sound at having it touched. ‘Can I take this off?’
Ratio hesitated, looking conflicted for a moment, before his gaze flitted away, and he slowly nodded. ‘I’m not opposed to it…’
With that confirmation, Aventurine’s fingers slowly worked on easing the blocker away from his skin, flinging it aside without a care. Immediately, Ratio’s scent struck him like a punch, the intense force of it stunning him. With the strength of the need and arousal in his scent, Aventurine would almost think he were in heat if it didn’t lack the distinct undertones of it. Though the fragrance of Ratio’s scent was subtly floral, a calming, sweet scent, it still clouded the air like a thick fog, leaving Aventurine drowning in it, forgetting how to breathe as it filled his lungs. Ratio smelt of arousal, desperation, longing, with a strong undercurrent of embarrassment as Ratio purposefully looked away, his face red and his expression one of painful arousal at his own scent.
Aventurine felt a grin stretch across his own face, the expression caught between pity and something feral as he indulged in Ratio’s strong scent, arousal coursing through his body, pooling low in his stomach, his cock having fully hardened, straining against the fabric of his pants.
‘So, is this why you really wear blockers?’ Aventurine asked, trying to keep his tone neutral, aware of the teasing undercurrent, as his hand settled again on Ratio’s thigh, feeling him shudder. ‘Not to hide your designation… but because of how obvious your scent is? I have to say, if I’d smelt this sooner, I’d have definitely been... thoroughly distracted by it.’
‘My own scent has always been…. fairly obvious,’ Ratio admitted, still avoiding eye contact even though he turned his face more towards Aventurine, ‘Since I dislike when others can’t or won’t control their own scents and drown out the senses of others… I would not want to force others to deal with that same discourtesy from myself.’
It partly delighted him, to know how obvious Ratio’s scent could be, especially when aroused, completely unable to hide anything. ‘Well, I certainly don’t mind it. When it’s just us, I hope you’ll let me appreciate it…’ Aventurine pressed a slow kiss to the scent glad, smiling to himself at the little moan Ratio couldn’t help but make, how his body jolted from the touch, shivering when Aventurine pulled away and slid further back down his body.
Aventurine’s finger trailed along Ratio’s thigh, closer to the wetness dripping from him, slowly dragging a finger through the obscene amount of it, watching him leak onto the couch. He didn’t care- actually, he wanted Ratio to leave a wet spot, to stain the fabric so Aventurine could recall this with great satisfaction.
He leant closer, kissing along Ratio’s trembling thighs, ensuring to look up his flushed face, admiring his desire darkened stare as he shivered from every brush of Aventurine’s lips against his skin. With the need and longing obvious in his pleading expression, he nodded to Aventurine’s silent question, both now knowing how badly Ratio needed this.
Holding Ratio’s gaze, he licked briefly against his entrance, dragging his tongue through his folds and licking up the wetness that leaked from him. Ratio jolted and shuddered, tipping his head back in a moan, eyes fluttering shut, as if it were too much effort to hold them open. Seeing Ratio so delightfully reactive and sensitive, Aventurine ached with even greater arousal, savouring every twitch of his hips and sweet moan that fled from him. Lapping at Ratio’s sensitive, swollen clit rewarded him with another symphony of moans, each increasingly desperate, thighs shaking from every little movement of A;’s tongue.
‘Aventurine…’ Ratio breathed out, sounding somewhere between a plea and a warning, the sound of it sending a heated shiver along Aventurine’s spine.
From that, he knew Ratio would come already, feeling it in the way his thighs tensed, and how his hips jolted upwards, seeking the heat of Aventurine’s mouth, rubbing his clit against his tongue as his moans grew breathier in quality and louder in volume. Predictably, as Aventurine sucked at his clit, Ratio gasped, jolted, then let out a long, shuddering moan, wetness gushing from him, soaking the couch below, with some squirting onto Aventurine’s clothes, dampening the fabric, unable to withhold the groan pulled from his own throat as he realised how hard and how much Ratio had come.
As Ratio writhed from his orgasm, Aventurine eased him through it, licking and sucking at his clit, applying enough pressure with his tongue to make Ratio squirm, more of those addictive gasps pulled from his lips, until he went near boneless, starting to twitch from overstimulation, his sounds weaker, yet still constant.
Pulling back after one final swipe of his tongue over Ratio’s clit, Aventurine admired the wetness and evidence of his release, Ratio’s inner thighs damp, a dark pool of wetness staining the couch’s fabric, and more still dripping from him as Ratio gathered his breath.
‘Oh, that’s a lot,’ Aventurine said, dragging his finger through the glistening wetness still seeping from Ratio’s cunt, feeling him jolt from the touch.
‘Yes, well done for stating the obvious,’ Ratio sighed out, ‘what an insightful observation, are you always so perceptive, gambler?’
‘You’re just trying to distract me from how adorably embarrassed you are,’ Aventurine countered, smiling back at him, ‘and it’s not working…’ Slowly, he dragged his fingers through Ratio’s folds again, briefly rubbing at his still sensitive clit, watching him shudder.
‘Ah- what- what are you… doing?’ Ratio gasped out, stifling a moan from the touch, a tremor wracking him as Aventurine leant closer again, the heat of the breath obvious against his pussy.
‘You’re delicious, I can’t help but want more,’ Aventurine teased, deliberately dragging a finger through the slick on his chin, licking it off the fingertip, watching Ratio’s pussy clench around nothing. ‘Unless… that's not what you want?’
Ratio seemed momentarily stunned, eyes wide and lips parted in a soundless gasp, staring back at him. Then, a shudder wracked him, and he shivered in place, gaze flitting away, then back to Aventurine, trying to hold his gaze even as his own face steadily heated. ‘You know... what it is I want.’
‘And what is that?’ Aventurine prompted, smiling back at him as Ratio floundered slightly, trying to ascertain what he wanted to say, furrowing his brow slightly as he thought it through.
‘...You,’ Ratio murmured, shivering underneath Aventurine’s stare. ‘I… don’t mind what you do to me; I’d let you do anything. So, I… trust you with myself… completely and utterly.’
The amount of warmth that inundated him dizzied him, a surging mix of arousal and affection coursing through Aventurine, drowning out his every other sense or feeling from Ratio’s words. They did not often speak of trust so candidly; he’d certainly never take advantage or mishandle Ratio’s trust.
‘Then… allow me to give you everything you deserve,’ Aventurine replied, his voice lowered, as if needing to be careful with his own words. Rather than with words, however, he’d prefer to show Ratio the strength of his feelings with actions, knowing how willing Ratio was only making him need to devote himself to Ratio even more.
He pressed another brief kiss to Ratio’s thigh, before flattening his tongue and dragging it through Ratio’s folds, teasing at his entrance and lapping up the wetness that leaked from him. He appreciated Ratio’s every little shudder, trying not to grind against the couch despite the arousal burning through him. He knew Ratio must be able to smell the scent of his arousal, a thick, heady scent that underlined Ratio’s own intense scent of need.
Yet he wanted only to appreciate Ratio, to dedicate the entirety of his focus to him. After all, Ratio deserved it. Not only because he adored him, and because he thought Ratio deserved to be worshiped, but because he loved that Ratio trusted him and no one else with his body, and with himself in general, only encouraging Aventurine to further devote himself to him.
He knew Ratio must still be sensitive, body shaking and thighs twitching from every little lick or drag of Aventurine’s tongue against his cunt. Still, he tried to stay careful, not wanting to overstimulate him, even as he fought with himself as to not devour Ratio and make him cry out with pleasure, desperate to give him everything, yet trying to hold back for Ratio’s comfort,
When Ratio made a whiny, gasping noise, Aventurine slowed himself, licking carefully, his tongue swirling around his still sensitive clit, listening to him gasp and moan, his hips twitching, pushing into his touch. Finally, Aventurine’s tongue delved inside of him, Ratio’s cunt hot and wet around him as he savoured the taste of his slick on his tongue, testing different motions to see what made Ratio squirm the most.
Ratio’s loud, needy moans made him shiver, his own cock aching for touch, with his focused easily rediverted to Ratio with every little sound he made. He heard Ratio scramble for purchase, desperately gripping onto the couch, his fingers struggling to hold on as they scrabbled against the fabric.
Looking up, he shuddered again at Ratio’s dazed expression, pleasure subsuming him as he writhed in place, hips unconsciously bucking against him, grinding against Aventurine’s tongue when he could. Seeing him enjoy it so thoroughly, and satisfaction coursed through Aventurine, having longed to see this exact, pleasure-struck, needy expression on Ratio’s face. Reaching for him, he grasped for Ratio’s hand, guiding it to tangle in his hair, encouraging him to hold on, knowing he needed to steady himself, as sensitive and overwhelmed as he was.
Ratio’s grip tightened, his hold strong and unwavering even as his fingers shook, either inadvertently or deliberately keeping Aventurine’s face pressed against his pussy, hips jolting against him, unable to control his reactions as he continued to grind against Aventurine’s face, smearing wetness on his skin as more gushed from him onto Aventurine and the couch below.
When Aventurine’s fingers probed at his hole, Ratio let out a garbled sound, something like a swear, breathy and whiny as a moan interrupted whatever he’d said. Two fingers slid in easily, Ratio’s body twitching and jolting as Aventurine’s fingers massaged his sensitive inner walls, clamping hard around his fingers, his pussy fluttering around them with every movement. Aventurine kept a slow, grinding pace with his fingers, keeping Ratio’s pussy filled as his tongue busied itself with his clit, swirling over it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue just to hear Ratio gasp and shake, broken sounds just barely louder than the slick, wet noises of Aventurine’s fingers fucking into him.
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio moaned out as further slick gushed from him, thighs trembling as he kept Aventurine firmly in place, fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, as his hips twitched without control.
With a long, wavering sound, Ratio came around his fingers, wetness squirting from him, slickening every thrust of Aventurine’s fingers. As Ratio quaked through his orgasm, Aventurine licked and rubbed against everywhere sensitive, his tongue and fingers busying themselves with wringing as much pleasure from him as possible. He slowed as Ratio’s hips weakly twitched from overstimulation, little breathy moans leaving him, his hand having tightened, now lax and dropping from Aventurine’s head and flopping uselessly beside him.
Listening to Ratio’s heavy breathing settle, Aventurine slowly rose, smiling to himself at the sight of Ratio’s quivering body, pussy still flushed with arousal, wet and leaking, glistening slightly in the light. Keeping one hand on Ratio’s thigh, he draped his body over him, wanting to see his face.
As Ratio’s hazy gaze turned to him, brimming with warmth and need, Aventurine felt a distinct ache in his chest, struck with adoration at the sight of him. That same sense of devotion rose within him, staring with great love and fixation at Ratio’s vulnerable, aroused expression, as Ratio held his stare, the trust so evident in his eyes that Aventurine immediately wanted to cling tightly to him, to keep him enfolded desperately in his embrace.
Instead, Aventurine leant closer, pressing a slow kiss to Ratio’s lips, pulling away as his own breath caught in his throat. ‘I love you,’ Aventurine murmured against his lips, the words low, almost as if he dared not speak them, yet his tone reverent, no other words worth speaking after seeing such an expression from Aventurine.
‘i love you too,’ Ratio responded, the reply spoken so easily, without hesitation despite the breathy, raspy tone to his voice, that Aventurine again ached with a need for him.
His fingers slowly moved from Ratio’s thigh, back to his cunt, feeling him shudder, his touch teasing, promising more, waiting for any sign from Ratio.
In response, Ratio’s arms wrapped around him, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer for another kiss. Tentative at first, Ratio kissed him softly, yet with underlining need. Aventurine smiled into the kiss, knowing Ratio wanted more, and all too happy to please him, Aventurine’s fingers slowly rubbed at his sensitive clit, as he swallowed Ratio’s moans.
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After that, Aventurine knew they had finally breached that unspoken boundary between them, only enhancing his desire to be sweet to Ratio, to be gentle with him. Ratio deserved only careful, tender touch, and with Aventurine’s dedication to please him entirely, his own fantasises mattered less. As even if he badly wanted Ratio, to take him, claim him, he didn’t want to be rough or hurt him.
He felt more than happy then to simply continue fingering Ratio and eating him out at every opportunity that presented itself. He kept his touch careful, treating him with reverence, delighting in his every sweet reaction, always coming so easily for him.
He had a greater sense for when Ratio wanted his touch, how need underlined his expression, trying and failing to appear casual, his scent growing sweeter, heavier, betraying him as his arousal filled the air. At that, Aventurine loved to trail his hands along Ratio’s warm body, feeling him grow hotter beneath his touch, loving to slip his fingers into Ratio’s underwear and slowly rub at his clit, watching him squirm as he leaked and dampened his underwear.
In truth, he’d not expected Ratio to have such a high libido- not that he’d complain. Yet know he knew Ratio’s signs of arousal, he found Ratio always wanting his touch. Especially whenever they were alone, with Ratio’s scent permeating the air, able to smell his arousal so evidently, always thick with desperation and longing. He’d always relax into Aventurine’s touch, instinctively spreading his legs and begging for more with just that gesture.
Perhaps, unsurprisingly, that was why Ratio had broached the topic of moving in again. Unlike before, where the topic would be discussed, vaguely agreed on, then dismissed, Ratio had seemed adamant. Something had changed, or perhaps deepened between them, Aventurine couldn’t quite tell, still somewhat surprised by the progression of their relationship, as if he’d reach for Ratio and he’d evaporate in his grasp like mist.
Yet he couldn’t deny how he ached with a need for Ratio too, for the gaps in his life he had filled so effortlessly and so warmly, how being with Ratio always felt as close to home as he could get. And so, as strange as it felt, he’d accepted, and Ratio had filled his life further by moving in.
Ratio still had a few things to move in properly, this day being his first day permanently settled in Aventurine’s place. Having offered to help unpack, Ratio had dismissed that help, and so Aventurine busied himself with work. Yet his mind distracted him with thoughts of Ratio, wondering what this would mean for their relationship, still seeing it as fragile, something he could easily destroy, or could be taken from him, shattering as it slipped from his careless hold.
As he typed, he jolted when arms suddenly wrapped around him, immediately drowning in Ratio’s perfect scent, sweet, calm, and fresh, the scent of his recent bath clinging to him too, highlighting and underlining what was already there. Aventurine made a noise of acknowledgement, wanting to appreciate Ratio’s scent and his own contentment, not disputing it with conversation.
However, having gotten bolder with intimacy recently, Ratio kissed along his neck, his lips soft and warm, deliberately lingering over Aventurine’s scent glands to make him shiver. The scent of Ratio’s arousal filled the air, a heady, comforting scent that Aventurine inhaled slowly, savouring it, as Ratio’s hands slowly slid along his body, roaming aimlessly.
‘Aventurine…’ Ratio begun, his voice low, trailing off, as if he didn’t know how to articulate his thoughts. His hands continued to wander, the movements slow, as if trying to tempt him, and it had already worked, for Aventurine always longed to give Ratio whatever he wanted.
‘And what is it you want, my darling Veritas?’ Aventurine teased anyway, feeling Ratio shiver and withhold a sound, always so easily flustered and aroused, that same sensation pooling in his own body. ‘Could it be you started to feel a little lonely? How cruel of me to work and leave you so needy, clearly you need some attention from me.’
‘Perhaps,’ Ratio replied, which essentially meant an outright yes, the admittance surprising Aventurine, as Ratio started to lightly pull at his clothes, as if urging him to stand. ‘You should… stop working and come to bed. I hope you don’t expect me to completely indulge your bad habits if we’re to live together. Get up.’
‘Ah, I see, you’re here because you’re just so concerned for my wellbeing… and absolutely no other reason, right?’ Aventurine said, his tone sly, feeling Ratio shudder again.
‘Of course I care about your wellbeing,’ Ratio sighed out, ‘I’d come and collect you either way. However… you’ll only know for sure there’s also another reason if you come with me to bed.’
‘Such a tempting offer… I love it. How could I ever refuse?’ Aventurine slowly stood up, abandoning his work, noting how Ratio’s hand grasped for his, heart pounding a little faster from the warmth of Ratio’s palm against his, combined with the heady scent of his arousal.
Smiling to himself as he took in the sight of Ratio’s flushed face, and the bathrobe clinging to his body, Aventurine let Ratio lead him to the bedroom, already anticipating just how sweetly Ratio would moan for him. He knew Ratio must want it badly too, his grip on Aventurine tight, trying hard not to hurry his steps and betraying his need, as if it weren’t already obvious just from the fact he were doing this.
Entering the bedroom, Ratio only let go of him to settle on the bed, sitting on the surface, ensuring the fabric of his robe slipped upwards along his thigh, hinting at the plush inner thighs below. Despite his reddened face, he seemed strangely determined, holding Aventurine’s stare as his fingers slowly ran along the robe, toying with the tie and drawing Aventurine’s focus to his movements, before slowly untying it, and letting it fall from his body and onto the bed beneath him. He wore nothing underneath, his skin flushed and tempting, his pupils dilated as he surveyed Aventurine’s expression, already incredibly wet between his legs.
‘Oh, already so desperate…’ Aventurine teased, slowly sitting beside him, resting one hand on Ratio’s knee, carefully parting his legs to watch his pussy drip onto the robe and sheets beneath him. ‘What got you so worked up? I wonder just what you must’ve been thinking about when I was working…’
‘I’m sure you could guess,’ Ratio retorted, trying to sound firm, as if Aventurine couldn’t see how his pussy clenched around nothing, his sweet scent saturating the air. ‘Have you not before bragged to me about your ability to guess successfully?’
If he were to guess, he’d love to say Ratio thought about Aventurine fucking him. That as he were unpacking his own things in this bedroom, he’d thought of Aventurine, that he’d indulged in his scent lingering on the sheets, and thought of Aventurine fucking him into the mattress. Yet part of him knew that guess would be fuelled more by his own desire and need for him, how he’d love to bury himself as deeply inside of Ratio as he could, to knot him and have Ratio come around him, all because of him.
Instead, Aventurine hummed in thought, pretending to consider it as his hand slowly inched up Ratio’s warm thigh, closer to touching his cunt, before slowly dragging a finger through the wetness. ‘Won’t you give me a hint, even a little one? Come on, my dear doctor, help me out a little here.’
‘You- should know me well enough to… to know the answer,’ Ratio breathed out, the anticipation obvious in his voice, shivering as he watched Aventurine’s hand. ‘Well? I’m sure… you know exactly what to do…’
‘Do I now?’ Aventurine paused for thought, teasing at Ratio’s folds, yet offering no substantial touch. ‘Perhaps… I should put your robe back on, tuck you into bed and give you a nice goodnight kiss?’
‘Foolish teasing,’ Ratio muttered, his focus still helplessly drawn to the movements of Aventurine’s fingers, hips unconsciously shifting, seeking his touch. ‘Aventurine… you can do anything… anything you want, you could do…’
Aventurine managed to supress a groan that threatened to rise in the back of his throat, for he wanted to do everything to Ratio, to please him however he could, to make him tenderly unravel and cry out from pleasure, and also to dizzy him with heady, thick arousal until he sobbed and clung to Aventurine, coming hard around his knot. Instead, Aventurine’s fingers rewarded Ratio’s sincerity with a slow rub to his clit, delighting in Ratio’s breathy little moan.
‘Anything, is that right?’ Aventurine slowly eased his hand away, smiling at Ratio’s little huff of frustration, how he squirmed from the lack of touch, before Aventurine’s hands settled at his hips, guiding him to lay back against the bed, lightly brushing his hand through Ratio’s hair as it fanned out against the pillow.
Ratio looked up at him with a stare equally vulnerable as it was trusting, pupils dilated and face flushed with desire, soft lips parted in a breathy sound. He nodded slightly, as if bidding Aventurine to truly do whatever he wanted, further granting permission as Aventurine ached with a distinct need for it, stunned by the sight of him, as if he were a divine being laid beneath him, approving of his touch to desecrate him.
He almost didn’t know what to say, a rarity for himself, pretending that he weren’t speechless by instead busying himself with roaming his hands along Ratio’s thick thighs, feeling the muscles tremble beneath the path of his fingers. With their eyes locked, a shiver skittered along his spine, drowning in the desire of Ratio’s expectant stare. Beckoned forward by his eyes, he leant closer to Ratio’s neck, breath catching in his throat again as Ratio easily offered his throat, baring his scent gland for Aventurine.
Even as Aventurine’s lips barely grazed along his scent gland, Ratio moaned aloud, shuddering from the brief touch, letting out an even louder moan when Aventurine kissed at it. Though he partly longed to bite it, to sink his teeth in and claim Ratio as his like this, he satisfied his urges with kissing and licking at the sensitive gland, savouring Ratio’s every gasp and moan as he quivered beneath him.
Moving away and scattering kisses along Ratio’s collarbones and shoulders, he looked up to take in Ratio’s dazed, flushed expression, how his already hazy stare fixated on Aventurine, tracking every movement, letting out delightfully sweet, breathy sounds. As his own gaze dipped back to Ratio’s flawless skin, he shivered, struck by the desire to mark him, to do this skin with evidence of his affection.
‘Veritas,’ Aventurine begun, looking up again so their eyes could meet, ‘It is alright if I mark you? Don’t worry, it’s fine if you don’t want me to.’
Ratio shivered, his stare desirous and weighty, expression somewhat stunned as the scent of his arousal grew thicker and heavier, watching Aventurine with his lips parted in a soundless gasp. ‘Yes, you…’ Ratio tried to speak, interrupting himself with a heavy breath, gathering himself. ‘You can mark me… I want you to…’
‘Wonderful… then seeing as we both want this…’ Aventurine’s hand skimmed along Ratio’s thigh, keeping his legs parted as he leant closer. ‘As if I’d ever refuse anything you wanted…’
He pressed a kiss to Ratio’s inner thigh, before sucking a mark against that same spot, savouring the sound of Ratio moaning aloud as he shuddered in place. With Ratio shaking from the touch, Aventurine sucked marks everywhere he could along Ratio’s inner thighs, trailing kisses along the marks he’d made on the soft, plush skin, appreciating them as Ratio’s thighs trembled.
Pulling back, he admired the scattering of red marks adorning Ratio’s thighs, lightly pressing at them with his fingers as his hands roamed along his skin, feeling every little jolt and shiver from Ratio beneath him. As he looked along Ratio’s body, he longed to mark him further, to kiss his trembling stomach muscles, to suck obvious marks along his side, up to his neck and shoulders, to leave them where Ratio couldn’t quite hide, hoping Ratio wouldn’t even want to hide them.
Then, his gaze settled on Ratio’s chest. His gaze lingered on his temptingly stiff, pink nipples, already leaning closer, draping himself over Ratio to get to his chest, appreciating Ratio’s look of anticipation, how he couldn’t help but squirm in place, shuddering as Aventurine’s breath fans over his skin, inadvertently arching into his touch when Aventurine’s hands cupped and squeezed at his ample chest.
Holding Ratio’s stare, he carefully brushed his fingers over each peaked nipple simultaneously, watching Ratio’s eyes flutter shut as he let out a loud, shuddering moan, the sound tailing into a whine as Aventurine continued to gently rub at each hard nipple, rolling them between his fingers.
‘You’re sensitive here?’ Aventurine asked, tone teasing despite the gut punch of arousal that dizzied him to see Ratio so hazy with desire. ‘Oh, I hope you know you’ve just guaranteed I’ll be even more obsessed with your tits…’
For emphasise, he lightly pinched his nipples, watching in delight as Ratio shuddered, his back arching as he moaned sweetly, pressing himself further into Aventurine’s touch. Teasing Ratio’s chest and rubbing at his sensitive nipples, as Ratio let out lovely, sweet little sounds and moans, writhing and squirming from the stimulation, his brow softly furrowed, barely able to keep eyes open.
Molten heat coursed through his own body, painfully hard as he watched Ratio unravel, completely trusting himself to Aventurine’s touch, wanting whatever pleasure he gave him. Yet despite his own desires, he fixated still on Ratio’s chest, testing different motions to see which made Ratio moan the loudest for him.
Unable to resist the tempting sight, Aventurine leant closer and without much warning, took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, rewarded with even louder moans as Ratio trembled. Desperate sounds left him as Aventurine sucked, moaning Aventurine’s name, the underlining need only encouraging Aventurine to suck harder. He ensured to scatter marks along the expanse of Ratio’s chest, always returning to suck at his nipples, lavishing them with attention, red, swollen and aching from his touch.
When Ratio started to make increasingly pitiful little sounds, Aventurine pulled back, struck with another punch of arousal to see Ratio’s expression, his wet lashes and flushed face, lips parted in a moan. As close as they were, he felt Ratio’s thighs trembling, his gaze trailing lower, breath catching in his throat as he watched Ratio’s aching cunt clench around nothing, completely soaked as wetness spilled from him, a growing pool of slick dampening the sheets beneath him.
‘How… do you even get this wet?’ Aventurine asked, more awestruck than anything, to see Ratio so wet, just from sucking his nipples. What stunned him most, was that despite his desperation, Ratio hadn’t even asked for Aventurine to touch him where he needed it, as if completely wanting Aventurine to do everything. ‘Oh fuck, you’re dripping… you must need it so badly…’
Aventurine’s fingers slid along Ratio’s inner thigh, purposefully lingering along the marks he’d made, before dragging his fingers through the obscene wetness, plunging his fingers inside as Ratio gasped from the sudden fullness, pushing back against him for more. As sensitive as Ratio must be, aching for release, Aventurine knew with every wet, squelching sound of his fingers thrusting into Ratio, as his pussy fluttered around him, that he’d be helpless to do anything but come.
Angling his position so his fingers could fill Ratio, while his thumb brushed against his swollen clit, Ratio let out a loud, broken sound, entire body shaking as he quickly came, unable to even warn Aventurine or attempt to hold himself back, squirting easily over his fingers, gasping as Aventurine continued to move, easing him through his orgasm. Slowly, as Ratio weakly trembled, Aventurine slipped his fingers free, suppressing a sound of his own at the slick coating his hand and the sheets, the scent of Ratio’s arousal still obvious in the air.
Instead of pushing his fingers back inside, he took a shaky breath, offering Ratio a warm smile. ‘There… that’s just what you needed, isn’t it? Do you think you’ll need another bath? I can run one for you before cleaning the sheets.’
‘What… about you?’ Ratio murmured, his gaze dipping lower to stare at the imprint of Aventurine’s erection.
Despite the way part of him longed for any of Ratio’s touch, and would desperately take it, he felt that strange flare of hesitation that seemed to happen only around Ratio, standing swiftly and letting out a laugh, turning slightly so he could look at him somewhat over his shoulder. ‘So sweet of you to even think of me, but you know you look exhausted. Come on, doc, surely you know not to overexert yourself? And besides… I’m sure you don’t want to sleep on those sheets?’
Ratio grimaced, quickly looking away at the obscene wetness between his legs, dampening the inside of his thighs and the sheets. ‘I… would not be overexerting myself. However… if you don’t want to, then that’s… it’s… it’s fine. I’ll try and… help you clean up.’
‘Maybe I should invest in waterproof sheets- and a waterproof mattress too,’ Aventurine mused, looking at the stain Ratio left behind as he stood up on shaky legs, slick still slowly dripping down his inner thighs. ‘Though you’d probably soak them through and destroy them anyway.’
‘If that were possible, then the sheets wouldn’t truly be waterproof, would they?’ Ratio sighed, trying to offset his embarrassment with annoyance as if Aventurine couldn’t see how flushed his face was.
Aventurine laughed to himself, the sound tailing off, unsure why. It felt strange to have Ratio so obviously in his space, to know that they planned to stay together, that Ratio would share not only his bed, his home, but his life. He couldn’t help but watch Ratio, feeling the sight of him so casually walking around him and towards the bathroom to be an unreal sight, defying what his mind could comprehend.
Not wanting to linger on those thoughts, he turned towards the bed, and set about cleaning so Ratio could sleep comfortably, listening still to the sounds of Ratio in the background.
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Something woke him, the feel of warmth at his side, of shifting, of distant breathy sounds, slowly pulling him from his sleep. Blinking, he found his sleepy eyes watching Ratio, still sleeping beside him, his body jolting slightly, his brow furrowed.
Sitting upright, Aventurine watched his sleeping form move, and despite his sleep-dulled senses, he doubted Ratio would be so restless. Immediately, from his expression and the little noises he made, Aventurine wondered if he were having a nightmare, or a sort of frustration dream.
Yet as his hands reached out to touch him, fingers brushing along Ratio’s warm cheek, Ratio moaned aloud, shuddering further, and suddenly Aventurine felt keenly aware of Ratio’s scent, less intense as he slept, but still drenched in arousal.
Smiling to himself, he surmised exactly what dream Ratio must have, pulling back the covers just enough to see the wetness soaking the front of Ratio’s sleepwear, watching him squirm in place, the lack of stimulation likely frustrating him more than anything. Rearranging the sheets to cover Ratio again, Aventurine lay back down beside him, staring at his face, still so expressive even in his sleep, unable to attempt to try and hide it like he usually did.
Carefully, he reached out again to brush his fingers through Ratio’s hair, watching him shiver from the touch. He kept his touch light, soothing, not truly wanting to wake him, wanting him to enjoy his dream, whatever it was, as he enjoyed his soft, aroused expressions.
However, as Ratio begun to squirm, his little breathy noises taking on a more frustrated edge, his eyes fluttered open, hazy and dazed, not from sleep alone. Seemingly confused, he blinked slowly, turning to look at Aventurine beside him, almost uncomprehending. ‘...Aventurine?’
‘Must’ve been quite the dream, doc, for you to look so confused,’ Aventurine replied to that, watching Ratio’s face flush further as he realised Aventurine had watched him, still trying to steel his expression. ‘Seeing your surprise, I must not have been in that lovely little dream of yours…’
‘Why make that assumption? I’m… disorientated from awaking, that is no indicator in whether you were in my dream,’ Ratio retorted, gaze flitting away, before trying to hold his stare.
‘Is that so?’ Aventurine murmured, knowing with a shiver that Ratio’s response was essentially an admission. ‘How exciting to feature in your dreams. Tell me, just what sort of dream was it? You certainly look like you… enjoyed it.’
Ratio’s gaze narrowed, just as his flush deepened. ‘I know the insinuation you’re making.’
‘Oh, is that so? Perhaps you make those adorable little moans no matter what dream you’re having, then?’
Ratio sharply looked away, though Aventurine still saw how his eyes widened, and even if Ratio didn’t look at him, Aventurine still saw his reddened cheeks and ears, betraying his embarrassment. ‘And… even if your implication is true, what of it? It’s… a perfectly natural occurrence.’
‘I never said it wasn’t,’ Aventurine clarified, humming to himself in thought. ‘I’m just so curious what must’ve happened in your dream. Besides, if I could, I’d be more than happy to make that dream of yours a reality. Unless… I really wasn’t even there?’
‘You… you were there,’ Ratio murmured, slowly looking back to him, coaxed by the curiosity of Aventurine’s tone.
‘I was?’ Aventurine replied, feigning surprise, even though they both knew Aventurine had already suspected as much. ‘Where, specifically, was I?’
‘…Between my legs…’ Ratio looked away again, letting out a shaky breath before looking back to Aventurine, shifting so the covers slid further down his body, reckoning Aventurine closer with his heady stare.
‘Is that where you want me now?’ Aventurine asked, his pulse warm, infused with arousal as it coursed through his body.
‘Yes…’ Ratio nodded, slowly easing the covers from himself, shivering, and not from exposing himself to the air of the room, his gaze lingering on the wet spot between his own legs. Spreading them slightly, his gaze flitted to Aventurine, silently beckoning him.
Unable to resist, Aventurine easily settled between his legs, with Ratio spreading them further to fully accommodate him. His hands wandered along Ratio’s thighs, feeling the heat of them trapped behind the fabric as they trembled from his touch. ‘And what was I doing between your legs?’
‘Whatever you wanted,’ Ratio replied, tone breathless as he watched Aventurine’s hands move.
‘Oh, I see, you just don’t want to give me any specifics… It’s not seriously too embarrassing for you to admit, is it?’ As Aventurine’s fingers hooked over the waistband of Ratio’s pants, the movement interrupted whatever Ratio wanted to say as he gasped, before lifting his hips up in silent encouragement for Aventurine to continue.
‘I’m… saying you could do anything, that’s not a strange assertion for me to make,’ Ratio said, ‘If… you choose not to take that invitation, that’s your choice…’
‘Anything I like, is that right?’ Aventurine eased Ratio’s sleepwear further down his legs, leaving his lower half exposed before him, lingering on the red marks he’d made, feeling a distant pang of arousal as he hoped Ratio liked those marks as much as he did. ‘Seeing as you’ve offered yourself so graciously, then I’ll take exactly what I want.’
He knew, as worked up as he was, Ratio wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming quickly. Yet truthfully, he loved that about him, that Ratio was so responsive, his body and sounds revealing how much he liked what Aventurine did. Leaning closer, he positioned himself between Ratio’s legs, already licking along his cunt, dragging his tongue through the folds and swallowing the wetness that dripped from him.
As Ratio gasped from the sensation, Aventurine felt a sound of his own catch in his throat from the way Ratio’s thighs trembled, inadvertently pressing closer and squeezing Aventurine between them, Ratio’s hips stuttering upwards, pushing himself further against Aventurine’s mouth. Every little touch, Ratio let out a breathy string of moans, body completely relaxed from Aventurine’s touch, melting against the mattress as he shuddered.
Aventurine stayed slow, idly thrusting his tongue in and out, before returning to licking at his clit, or dragging his tongue through the wetness, careful and teasing. He wanted to appreciate Ratio, to continue this quiet moment where he could worship Ratio uninterrupted, devote his attention to him as he deserved, to make Ratio moan and shake, licking up the slick he leaked, and savouring the taste of him on his tongue.
With his tongue warm and attentive, swirling over Ratio’s aching clit, Aventurine slowly coaxed him to orgasm as Ratio trembled beneath him. Ratio came with a soft, sweet sound as Aventurine continued to roll his clit with his tongue, gently easing him through his orgasm, slowing his movements and lightening the pressure of his tongue, before gradually pulling away.
Watching Ratio’s eyes flutter open and shut, his face flushed as his breathing slowly settled, and Aventurine realised then he’d paid so much attention to Ratio he’d ignored the warm, heady arousal fluttering through his own body, how he ached with want for Ratio, especially as Ratio stared at him in something like expectation.
‘I’ll gladly do this whenever you like,’ Aventurine casually said, licking the slick from his lips as he spoke. ‘Maybe I should come to work with you and put my mouth to good use as I sit under your desk.’
‘Don’t… be so ridiculous,’ Ratio breathed out, lightly scolding him with no semblance of heat behind the words. ‘In case you do not recall, you have your own work to do.’
‘That’s easy,’ Aventurine replied, ‘As I sit under your desk, I can answer calls when my mouth isn’t busy, and make sure to finger you, and then I can type when my hands aren’t busy and suck at your clit instead. It’s the perfect plan, don’t you think so?’
‘No, I don’t,’ Ratio replied, slightly more exasperated, yet still fond in a way that made Aventurine’s mind feel strangely hazy.
‘Oh, don’t worry, I was kidding, of course,’ Aventurine said with a light laugh, ‘Because naturally I’d devote all my attention to you.’
‘Useless flattery,’ Ratio mumbled under his breath, hefting out a sigh as Aventurine drew away, grimacing slightly at the stains on the sheets, to which Aventurine tactfully resisted teasing him for. ‘Aventurine… are you already leaving?’
‘Unfortunately, yes,’ Aventurine replied, having already internally debated whether he could skip a meeting or several in favour of staying with Ratio, deciding not to on this occasion at least, if only because he knew Ratio had a class he needed to prepare for as well. ‘Oh, unless you just so desperately need more? I’m sure they’ll understand if I call and explain that my esteemed partner Dr. Ratio needs me to finger him and-’
‘Stop that now. I know very well that you might actually do that,’ Ratio quickly interrupted him, sighing again as he paused, looking Aventurine up and down. ‘I suppose you really do have to go, don’t you? Start getting ready, then. I’ll see what there is for us to eat.’
‘You don’t need to do that,’ Aventurine started to say.
‘Did you not hear me? I said us, not you. I also want to eat. It’s mutually beneficial.’ Ratio stretched lightly, beginning to rise. ‘I also have my own routine to maintain. Now, I’d suggest you get ready, and I’ll let you know if there’s anything suitable for you to eat.’
Aventurine hummed in agreement, lost for words in a way only Ratio could make him. Still, as strange as it felt, it still satisfied part of him that Ratio sought to care for him in his own way, just as Aventurine wanted to do the same for him.
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Though he vastly enjoyed Ratio’s presence, Aventurine still felt as though he were getting used to it. Especially as he recently noticed Ratio’s underlying frustration, always beneath the surface, and even when his scent smelt heavily of arousal, Ratio suddenly didn’t act on it. Occasionally, he’d give Aventurine a silent, intense stare, with Aventurine sensing he’d wanted to say something, yet as rare as it was, Ratio didn’t speak.
Once more, he felt Ratio’s stare on him before Ratio even spoke, knowing if he turned, he’d find Ratio giving him that same intense look. Though Aventurine always asked if he wanted anything, especially when he reeked of arousal, Ratio sighed, said no, and that was all.
As he turned with a smile ready, he locked eyes with Ratio, greeted again with that intense stare. Yet before he could comment on that, something else caught his eye, and his gaze dipped lower to the black robe Ratio wore, a silky fabric that clung to him, hinting at everything that rested beneath, with neat lace trimmings along the edges.
‘I’ve not seen that one before,’ Aventurine observed, pushing aside that flare of arousal within to meet Ratio’s eyes again, resisting the urge to stare at the hint of his chest revealed between the parting of the fabric.
Ratio idly ran his hands along the silk, smoothing it over his waist briefly. ‘It’s new.’
Their eyes locked again as Ratio stepped forward, seemingly debating something before he reached out, hand grabbing for Aventurine’s shirt to pull him closer, leaning down to kiss him. Despite the initial surprise, Aventurine easily returned the kiss, feeling Ratio shiver just from that, his fingers tightening their hold on his shirt, the scent of his arousal filling the air.
With his fingers still tangled in Aventurine’s shirt, Ratio pulled away, letting out a gasping breath before meeting Aventurine’s eyes again. ‘I want… to show you something,’ Ratio murmured, ‘You’ll come with me, won’t you?’
‘Something to show me? And just what might that be?’ Aventurine wondered, keeping his tone teasing as he tried to figure out what it might be, for though part of his mind considered dozens of obscene fantasises, knowing Ratio he wouldn’t be surprised if he just wanted to show him another research paper.
‘You’ll only know if you see for yourself,’ Ratio told him, tugging lightly at his shirt. ‘Follow me, and your questions will be easily answered.’
‘Really now? How… enticing of you, doctor. I guess I’ll just have no choice but to follow you, I’m so eager to see what you want to show me.’
Again, Ratio shivered at that, turning sharply, his hand still pulling at Aventurine’s shirt, as if he’d slip through his grasp if he dared to let go, even as Aventurine easily followed, as he would have done without much coaxing at all.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ratio led them to the bedroom, though it still made his heart race, wondering if the implications he’d hastily pushed aside were right after all. Especially as Ratio let go of him only to sit himself directly on the middle of the bed, his face flushed even as he managed to hold Aventurine’s gaze.
‘This… is what I wanted to show you…’ Ratio’s finger delicately ran along the robe, teasing at the tie before slowly undoing it, gaze flitting away to stare down at himself as he let the robe slip down his shoulder to pool around him where he sat.
Aventurine had started to suspect exactly what Ratio wanted to show him, yet the reality still stunned him, helplessly staring as Ratio revealed the lingerie he wore. Purple lingerie with many straps adorned his body, made of tightly fitted, smooth fabric that clung to him, highlighting every curve and muscle. The sliders to adjust the bra straps were an obvious gold, including the small clasp at the front of the bra, implying it could be undone from there instead of the back. The gold chain hanging from the bra’s band drew his focus, drawn to the sway of it as it connected one end of the bra’s band to another, temptingly glinting in the light as it rested against his abdomen, drawing attention to the way he shivered.
As Ratio shifted, it drew Aventurine’s focus lower, looking to the garter belt to see it similarly adorned with gold buckles and clips, also with a clasp in middle, as though everything could be undone from the front, wondering why Ratio went for such. The straps around his thighs were the same, though with gold hoops instead of clasps, and as he saw them, Aventurine’s mouth suddenly went dry, stunned as he realised this was the type of underwear where wrist cuffs could be attached through those hoops, easily immobilising Ratio.
Ratio’s movement drew his attention, as Ratio fully let the robe slide from his shoulder and pool around him, letting Aventurine have a complete look at the lingerie, how it wrapped tightly around him, highlighting every bit of muscle and his soft thighs, emphasising his already plump pecs as the fabric stretched over them, pushed up by the bra cups.
With Aventurine’s full focus, Ratio turned slightly, sitting up on his knees so that Aventurine could see the back too. Now he knew why the bra had been designed to unclasp at the front, for gold hoops adorned the back, likely again so that cuffs could be tied there, similarly to the one at the back of the garter belt. Sensing his stare, Ratio’s gaze flitted to the bedside table, to the matching cuffs of purple fabric and gold chainresting atop the surface, before shifting again. His movement bid Aventurine to stare again at his body, to see the panties were open at the back, exposing his entire plush ass, straps stretched over the lower curve of his cheeks, temptingly emphasising the softness.
Ratio turned back around, sitting on the robe, hands idly running over his thighs to the dark, sheer stockings stretched over them. ‘Well, what do you think?’ Ratio asked, his tone surprisingly casual, attempting to hide any nerves. ‘I assumed you might appreciate something like this… So, do you like it?’
Aventurine let out a stunned little laugh, unsure of where to look, wanting to focus on all of it. ‘Of course I like it,’ Aventurine replied, stepping forward to settle on the bed, gaze dipping lower and away from the anticipation in Ratio’s stare, and to the fabric. ‘And you wore this for me? I really can’t believe my luck, to think you’d do this… Can I touch it?’
‘Obviously. That’s why I wore it,’ Ratio replied, shifting slightly as he stared at Aventurine’s hand, as if impatient for his touch.
Reaching out, Aventurine let his hands trail along Ratio’s side, appreciating the soft, warm feel of Ratio’s skin, as well as the fabric of the lingerie against him. Even as he ached with arousal, his own cock straining against the front of his pants, he kept his touch careful, his hand shaking briefly from the intensity of the feelings flooding him, stopping them from doing so as he steadied himself, focusing entirely on Ratio.
His hands raised higher to cup his pecs, thumbs brushing over stiffened nipples trapped behind the fabric, listening to him moan as the heavy scent of Ratio’s arousal saturated the air. His hands crept along Ratio’s thighs, squeezing briefly as he appreciated the feel of the stockings.
‘This suits you perfectly,’ Aventurine murmured, smile widening as Ratio shivered, his fingers dipping lower to rest at Ratio’s inner thigh, close to slipping inside the panties he wore. ‘I’ll make such a mess of you in this with just my fingers and-’
However, as he spoke, Ratio’s demeanour shifted, his expression now one of frustration and annoyance. ‘Is that really all you want?’ Ratio asked, exasperated, giving Aventurine a somewhat tired look, grasping for Aventurine’s hand atop his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as he held his gaze. ‘Just… to tend to me like that… Is there not… something else you could possibly want?’
‘Well, what else could I even want?’ Aventurine replied, slightly confused by his sudden shift, trying to mask it with a smile. ‘You know I love… looking after you like that, giving you everything you could want…’
‘Really? That’s all you can say?’ Ratio sighed, frustration and still lingering arousal mixed into his scent. ‘Use that mind of yours, Aventurine. Try and think what else you could possibly want from me, something else you’d like to do… to me.’
He hesitated, wondering if this were Ratio’s way of telling him Aventurine had already started to bore him, beckoning Aventurine to do anything to satisfy Ratio’s waning interest in him. ‘I… don’t know,’ Aventurine said, holding his stare, keenly aware of the strange, swirling mix of emotions in Ratio’s scent as he dropped Aventurine’s hand, sighing to himself in annoyance. ‘Well… seeing as I’m so incapable of answering how you want me to, what do you want?’
‘I want you to fuck me,’ Ratio snapped, annoyance and arousal flaring in his scent, his expression contorting into a look of frustration.
Realising what he’d said, Ratio’s eyes widened slightly and his face flushed, sharply looking away, letting out another long, pointed sigh, before an awkward silence settled over them.
‘It- it doesn’t matter, seeing as you… clearly don’t want to,’ Ratio said, trying to even out his tone, evidently flustered by his own words, unable to fully meet Aventurine’s gaze. ‘I… apologise for attempting to push you into it, I…’ Ratio trailed off again, reaching for the robe, preparing to cover himself with it.
Aventurine stopped him, hands grasping for Ratio’s, holding them in his own, staring at him until Ratio’s gaze slowly met his. ‘Is… is that really what you want?’
Ratio studied him for a moment, detecting his confusion. ‘Yes, it is. Of course it is. I’ve… been wanting it, trying to… give you hints and encouragement… I’ve told you to take what you want, to do whatever you want with me, and yet… you’ve never gone farther than usual…’
‘I… what I want most is to look after you,’ Aventurine replied, wanting to choose his words carefully, sensing the delicate air between them. ‘Really, I only want for you to enjoy it. I didn’t want to take too much.’
Ratio laughed at that, the sound surprising him, suppressing a shudder at Ratio’s suddenly fond expression. ‘How utterly unlike you. I thought you always wanted more… So, let me ask you a question, and think carefully if you need to. Do you still want me? If the answer is yes, then you can have anything you want from me, because I want it too.’
‘So, is this why you’ve been so frustrated recently?’ Aventurine mused, trying to keep his tone light to offset the feeling of his erratic heart rate. ‘So frustrated… all because you wanted me to fuck you…’
Ratio glared at that, more embarrassed than anything. ‘I hoped living with you would… escalate certain things. However, it only… exacerbated my own feelings. It left me… frustrated with your scent because- because of what it always does to me-’
‘What it does to you?’ Aventurine interrupted, very intrigued by this topic. ‘I always thought you didn’t like it… you always wrinkle your nose and look annoyed. But here you are, telling me my scent must’ve left you so painfully aroused… Tell me, Ratio… tell me how it affected you, I want to hear it all.’
Ratio shivered from that, letting out a shallow breath. ‘It was… utterly distracting and a… complete annoyance… I only dread to think… what may have because obvious if I’d failed to wear my scent blockers…’
‘And what would have become obvious?’ Aventurine pressed, smile widening as he shifted closer to Ratio, moving his hands to rest them on Ratio’s thighs, delighting in his shiver. ‘Say it.’
‘My… my arousal…’ Ratio replied, voice dropping lower as he spoke, resisting the urge to look away despite the obvious embarrassment across his expression.
‘Did you get aroused in public? Just from my scent alone?’ Aventurine waited for Ratio to slowly nod, watching his gaze flit away, as Aventurine laughed to himself. ‘Oh, if only I’d known… Come on, tell me more… Whenever that happened, as painfully, desperately horny as you were… did you rush into a nearby bathroom, maybe even your office, just to touch yourself?’
‘Of course not.’ Ratio shot him a pointed, narrow-eyed glare, ruined by his flustered, reddened face. ‘I’d never… do such a thing in any publicly accessible place…’
‘Really? What a shame, I wanted to fuck you over my desk…’ As Ratio barely restrained a gasp, his scent growing even thicker with arousal, Aventurine savoured it as he spoke. ‘So, then… if you wouldn’t do it in public, what about in private? Come on, tell me… have you touched yourself thinking about me?’
Ratio hesitated, taking a breath as he gathered himself, looking away. ‘...Yes.’
‘Show me,’ Aventurine said, smiling at Ratio’s stunned expression as Ratio looked back to him. ‘Show me, and then I’ll give you what you want.’
‘That’s… that’s ridiculous. Why would I do that?’ Ratio complained, affronted by the suggestion, even as his face flushed further with arousal. ‘Why can’t you just… get on with it?’
‘I want to see how desperate you are,’ Aventurine explained, smiling even as Ratio continued to try to glare at him. ‘I want you… to show me how badly you want me. And so, I want you to touch yourself… You can do that for me, can’t you?’
‘I… don’t see why I’d need to do that,’ Ratio protested, looking away, before returning to glaring at him. ‘To ask that instead… do you… do you really even want me?’
‘Of course I do,’ Aventurine easily replied, ‘But…’ His gaze dipped lower, admiring the sight of his hand atop Ratio’s stocking clad thigh, noting the already forming wet spot on the front of Ratio’s underwear. ‘I seriously want to see this… And… I have a feeling you like when I fluster you… So, do you want to be good for me, Veritas? Especially seeing as you wore this just for me, showing yourself off like this… so why not show yourself off even more?’
Ratio hesitated, looking away and muttering to himself, even as he slowly moved towards the headboard, shivering as he settled back against the pillows. ‘I can’t believe… you’re asking for this…’
‘Well, I did always ask if there was anything you wanted,’ Aventurine replying, sidling closer for a better view. ‘Whenever your scent was… especially dripping with arousal, I’d ask what you wanted, and then you said nothing. If you’d asked me to fuck you, I would have.’
‘I didn't realise what you were referring to, I thought you perhaps meant if I wanted something to eat or drink, which I didn’t,’ Ratio complained, shifting in place to get comfortable. ‘On the other hand, I believe I also… implied obviously what I wanted. Especially during… certain moments of intimacy.’
Aventurine thought back, trying to think of specific moments, stunned as one came to mind, before a slow smile spread across his face. ‘Oh, I see… when I asked to mark you… the way you looked at me then… you thought I was asking to claim you, is that it? To mark you with an actual mating bite?’
‘The way… you phrased it suggested as much,’ Ratio replied, trying to hold his gaze, even as he subtly squirmed in place as Aventurine leant closer.
‘Would you like me to claim you?’ Aventurine murmured, fingers brushing against his scent gland. ‘I will… if you want me to, because I so badly would love to claim you like that, to see you wear my mark…’
‘Aventurine…’ Ratio breathed out, voice so thick with arousal that Aventurine ached from the sound of it, longing to give in a claim him right then.
‘But first, I want to see you touch yourself,’ Aventurine reminded him, leaning back to sit down in front of Ratio, knowing from Ratio’s widened, yet hazy stare that he focused on the obvious bulge in Aventurine’s pants. ‘Let me see it.’
Ratio sighed again, more for the sake of it, his hand shaking from arousal as he trailed it along his thigh, shivering from his own touch. As he briefly teased himself through the barrier of his underwear, he gasped, squirming in place as the fabric stimulated him, before moving his hand, letting his fingers slip past the panties. Gasping as his two fingers entered him, Ratio curled them inside himself, trying to thrust them, his movements awkward from the angle and the lingerie in the way.
From his movements, Aventurine knew Ratio must likely not do this too much, and so no wonder he’d prefer Aventurine to do everything for him. Even so, he enjoyed watching Ratio’s clumsy movements and listening to the slick, wet sounds of his fingers slowly thrusting in and out, head hanging low and unable to fully look at Aventurine as he pleasured himself. Still, he tried to do as Aventurine said, angling his fingers in an attempt to rub against everywhere sensitive inside of himself, trying to grind back against them.
‘As much as I love this… you’re struggling, aren’t you?’ Before Ratio could protest, Aventurine quickly added. ‘Do you have any toys?’
Ratio swallowed his complaints as his face flushed, betraying him immediately.
‘Wonderful,’ Aventurine replied, smile widening again as he took in that delectable expression, wanting to see even more of it. ‘Where are they?’
‘They are… currently in my closet, in a box at the bottom,’ Ratio replied, easing his fingers out of himself as he sensed where this would go.
‘Allow me to get one for you, I’m sure that would help you out,’ Aventurine said, standing up, noting Ratio’s expression, stricken with both arousal and annoyance.
‘You could… simply do it yourself…’ Ratio reminded him as Aventurine flung open the closet.
‘I could, that’s true,’ Aventurine agreed, easily locating the box at the bottom of the closet, smiling to himself as he noted how Ratio had made no intention of hiding it, almost as if partially hoping Aventurine would happen across it. He rifled through the small collection, privately telling himself to learn what Ratio liked best from here, and to buy even more for him.
Choosing one dildo of average length, Aventurine turned around and held it out for Ratio to see, re-approaching the bed. ‘But how unlike you to not see something through. Come on, doc, where’s your commitment? Surely you want to see what I’m doing here.’
‘It’s… quite obvious what you’re doing,’ Ratio protested, shivering still as Aventurine sat behind him, one hand on Ratio’s hips to guide him, raising his ass higher.
‘Oh, and what am I doing, exactly?’ Aventurine wondered, positioning the toy behind Ratio, keeping it steady with one hand as his other hand guided Ratio backwards, the tip of the toy pressing against his pussy through the open back of the underwear.
‘Stalling,’ Ratio complained, gasping as the tip of the toy breached him, sinking inside with no issue as he dripped down the length of it. ‘Teasing me.’ He shuddered as Aventurine helped him press backwards, slowly taking more of the toy inside, a small moan escaping him. ‘Riling… me up.’
‘Is that what you think?’ Aventurine paused, letting out a thoughtful hum as he watched Ratio shudder. ‘Of course, you’re completely right, that’s all true. However, that’s not everything.’
‘Then- what? Stop… being so purposefully vague, it’s not charming, it’s annoying.’ Even so, Ratio pressed back against the toy, pliant despite his verbal complaints, letting Aventurine’s hand guide and encourage him to start riding it.
‘Think carefully, my dearest doctor, such a smart, intelligent man such as yourself can surely think of the answer without my humble help.’ With the toy steady, snugly secured inside Ratio’s cunt, Aventurine could rest both hands on Ratio’s hips, doing nothing whatsoever to help him think- instead actively hindering it- as he guided Ratio to move against the toy, easily controlling his rhythm.
‘I don’t- I don’t know,’ Ratio said, a gasp falling from him, now only letting Aventurine move him.
‘Really? Nice try, feigning ignorance so I’ll take pity on you and not let you answer- adorable, really… But I’m not falling for it.’ Aventurine helped him raise his hips, and then lower himself back onto the toy, smiling to himself at the slick sounds and Ratio’s gasps. ‘Oh, you’re certainly not above admitting when you don’t know something… but since when has that ever stopped you? Surely, you’d never allow yourself to remain ignorant, and I know you can think of the answer. Do you need a hint already? How about you try to recall what I’ve already said? I basically already told you the answer…’
Ratio tried to think, or perhaps forgot how to think at all- Aventurine couldn’t tell, only watching his head lower as he gasped, body lax as Aventurine’s hands did everything for him, slowly bringing him more and more pleasure. ‘You- you said you wanted to see… how much I wanted this… wanted you. I still think a-ah- a verbal admission is… enough.’
‘There, so good for me… So, you were listening after all, just what I’d expect from you.’ Aventurine watched him shudder again from that small praise, delighting in his little moans. ‘Now, I know you’ve already done so well for me… but you’ve still not answered everything.’
At that, Ratio looked over his shoulder just to shoot him a pointed look, trying to maintain an annoyed look despite the need underlining his expression. ‘What- what other reason could you possibly have?’
‘Think, Doctor,’ Aventurine told him, laughing to himself as he pulled Ratio back against the toy, watching Ratio’s head lower again, staring down at the bed as he moaned from the toy rubbing against everywhere sensitive.
‘That’s- completely unhelpful,’ Ratio complained, not specifying if he meant the words or Aventurine making him grind back against the toy- perhaps both.
‘Do you need another hint already? Don’t you want to at least try and work it out yourself?’ Aventurine asked, knowing from the moan Ratio let out that he’d rather not answer and continue to have Aventurine please him. However, the more they delayed, the more his own plan worked out, deciding he’d keep prompting Ratio to answer. ‘Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking at least? We’ll go from there.’
‘I’m thinking you’re- you’re annoying,’ Ratio moaned out, shuddering again as a gasp interrupted himself. ‘I’m- cursing you for- for this, and for-’
‘Well, that’s not very nice of you,’ Aventurine sighed, pretending to sound offended, despite the smile still stretching his lips. ‘Perhaps I’ll stop, seeing as you dislike me so much.’
‘That’s- not what I said,’ Ratio retorted, pausing to shudder in place. ‘I- I don’t know- what… what nonsensical plan you’ve concocted, or why you’re so- so insistent, just tell me, please…’
Sensing both need and frustration in Ratio’s tone, Aventurine relented somewhat. ‘Poor thing… I suppose I’ll just have to give you a hint, then… Think about it, why would I specifically want you to show me this?’ For emphasise, Aventurine pulled Ratio’s hips back, grinding him against the toy, ensuring it dragged against everywhere sensitive inside of him so that Ratio gasped.
‘I don’t- I don’t understand why you need me to show you anything, telling you should- be enough,’ Ratio protested again, words slightly frantic, syllables wavering on another moan.
‘But how else will I know if you can take it if you don’t show me?’ Aventurine replied, keeping his tone calm and neutral despite the arousal boiling and surging throughout his body, aching with the heat of it.
Ratio’s little noise of surprise, followed by a shudder, and Aventurine knew he’d finally understood. ‘That’s your reason?
‘Oh dear, I gave the answer away…’ Aventurine let out a small laugh to himself, enjoying Ratio’s incredulous tone, how even with Ratio facing away, he saw the reddened flush that had spread along his ears and the back of his neck. ‘But now you know- and I’m sure you can agree I’m being so very reasonable-’
‘Of course- I, I can take it,’ Ratio breathed out, managing to look over his shoulders to give Aventurine another tempting glimpse of his hazy stare. ‘I know- I can.’
‘Really?’ Aventurine pretended to think, busying himself with moving Ratio up and down the length of the toy, pulling him so that the toy almost slipped out of him. ‘But I'm much, much bigger than this…’
Ratio moaned at that, shaking in place, and even if he didn’t look, Aventurine knew he must be absolutely soaked, judging from the wet, squelching sounds of the toy entering him. ‘I- can still… take it. There’s- no need for this stalling…’
‘Well, if you say so…’ Aventurine removed his hands from Ratio’s hips, smiling at his sweet little noise of confusion, how Ratio had to quickly right his lax body, now sitting still on the toy without Aventurine moving him. ‘Then show me. Do it yourself.’
‘That’s…’ Ratio trailed off, likely dozens of answers entering his mind. Annoying, irritating, frustrating, incredibly arousing- his face betrayed all those emotions and more, looking away again as he realised how intently Aventurine stared at his wide-eyed, embarrassed expression. ‘I will… not prolong this… I expect you to… to…’
‘I’ll give you what you want- what you need,’ Aventurine promised, ‘Go on, show me just how well you can handle it. After all, this is your toy, isn’t it? Surely, you’ve ridden it before.’
‘That’s redundant information,’ Ratio replied, which meant yes, he had. Even so, he experimentally shifted in place, moving slightly.
Despite the sigh he let out, Ratio clearly wasn’t unwilling, for he didn’t even attempt to protest, instead riding the toy. His movements remained slightly awkward, likely because he knew Aventurine watched him, trying to bite back his sounds and moans, still slipping past his lips, escaping him.
Aventurine, content to just watch, appreciated the way he moved, the flex of his back muscles, the way the lingerie stretched over him, highlighting every curve. He listened to the wet sounds of the toy gliding in and out of Ratio’s cunt, and his panting breath and little gasps. The toy went in easily, his pussy obscenely wet, his walls already loose, ready to accommodate anything.
He knew Ratio could take him. Yet still, he wanted to warm him up, to get him used to it, seeing as Ratio was often so easily overwhelmed by pleasure- not that he’d ever admit such a thing. Of course, he also thoroughly enjoyed watching Ratio like this, certainly a nice bonus he wanted to appreciate as much as possible, even as his own body ached for touch, cock painfully hard and ignored, wanting to focus more on Ratio.
Though he knew Ratio clearly liked Aventurine to do everything for him in situations like this, he also liked to see him so active, taking the pleasure he wanted as he moved against the toy, gasping openly as he shivered.
Wanting to encourage that, Aventurine’s hand curled around Ratio’s waist, leaning closer. ‘Good boy…’ Aventurine murmured, mainly to tease, still rewarded as Ratio started to shake, his thighs trembling not from exertion, but arousal, especially as Aventurine’s fingers crept around to his front, slipping into his panties to rub at his clit. ‘You’ve done so well for me… you’ve completely convinced me you can take it…’
Aventurine’s fingers circled his clit, rubbing slowly as Ratio shook for him, leaning back against Aventurine as he gasped, rhythm stuttering as he rode the toy. With barely any coaxing, Ratio easily came around the toy, entire body tensing then quaking, a moan of relief falling past his lips as Aventurine eased him through his orgasm, still gasping, sensitive from the touch.
Aventurine repositioned, allowing Ratio to flop back onto the bed, head on the pillow, staring up at Aventurine with a flushed face and hazy, pleasure-stricken gaze, his lips parting in another moan as Aventurine eased the toy from his dripping wet pussy, casting it aside.
They stared at one another, anticipation thrumming through him as he looked at Aventurine, shivering at the sight of him as he took in Ratio’s expression of pure want and need.
Ratio slowly spread his legs wider in invitation, directing Aventurine’s attention to the soaked front of the panties, and the slick sticking to his inner thighs. ‘Take everything off,’ Ratio told him, voice breathy yet firm.
‘I’d say the same to you, but I’m quite enjoying this,’ Aventurine replied, briefly squeezing at Ratio’s waist, fingers slipping beneath the garter belt to make him shiver before dipping lower to pull at the hoop rings adorning the thigh straps. ‘Maybe I’ll even use the cuffs... you know, just to make sure we get the most out of it. And you’re clearly not opposed, seeing as you bought this…’
His hand ran over Ratio’s legs, along the stockings and the soft skin of his thighs, hesitating. It felt strange, to hesitate at all, especially when he wanted this so badly he ached painfully with the desperate need for more of Ratio, always.
‘After all your bravado, are you nervous, gambler?’ Ratio suddenly said, tone teasing and full of warmth, his voice effortlessly drawing Aventurine’s attention back to him, their eyes meeting. ‘I must say, how uncharacteristic of you. Perhaps you’re worried you won’t satisfy me, after all.’
‘Trying to get me back for all that teasing from earlier, are you?’ Aventurine mused, lightly snapping one of the bands of Ratio’s stocking against his thigh, earning himself a little gasp. ‘But I assure you, I can definitely satisfy you in every way you need.’ When Ratio only arched a brow at that, Aventurine let out a small laugh. ‘Fine, fine, I’ll admit, I’m… surprised how I feel. It’s… a lot to process, having you here like this. I want to devour you, ruin you with pleasure until you cry, but I also just want… to look after you. It would be easier if you mattered less to me. Maybe that’s why I hesitated- what do you think? Is that the answer you wanted?’
‘I’d like you to come to your own conclusion on that,’ Ratio replied, his expression softening further. ‘However, I understand. I want us both to enjoy this, just the same as you do. As for your desires, it seems it didn’t occur to you I could feel the same, which I hope has been rightfully rectified. Of course, it’s… enough to truly know you want me… like this…’
Sensing Ratio was about to give him an easy opt out and let him hesitate further, truly too kind as always, Aventurine busied himself with pulling at his clothes, drawing Ratio’s attention away from whatever he’d next say, to instead stare at Aventurine’s body as he flung his shirt aside. He wanted to Ratio to see everything, especially at the obvious want in Ratio’s stare, as Aventurine removed everything piece by piece, leaving his underwear for last.
Hooking his fingers through his underwear and easing them down his legs, he threw those aside too, barely restraining a sigh of relief to finally have his cock free, no longer awkwardly trapped behind the fabric. With smug satisfaction, he delighted in watching Ratio’s eyes widen at the sight of it, staring more at his cock than his face as Aventurine settled between his spread legs.
He admired the soaked front of Ratio’s underwear, before reaching for a spare pillow, lifting Ratio’s hips to slot it beneath him, allowing himself better access to the open back of the underwear. He could now slip through the exposed part of the fabric, pushing the rest aside with his fingers as he lined up his cock, the tip nudging Ratio’s entrance, slick dripping onto him.
Looking up to see Ratio’s widened eyes, fixed solely on his cock, Aventurine smiled to himself. ‘Now who’s nervous?’
Realising Aventurine stared at him, Ratio quickly smoothed over his expression. ‘Not myself, if that’s what you’re implying,’ Ratio scoffed, ‘get on with it.’
‘Of course.’ Aventurine shifted, teasing at his wet entrance, then starting to push the thick head inside.
Immediately, Ratio tensed on reflex, shuddering from the sensation. Waiting for Ratio to relax, and to breathe carefully, before moving again, starting to ease inside, maintaining a slow, steady pace. Of course, he didn’t want to risk hurting Ratio in the slightest, especially as he shivered and squirmed, cunt occasionally clenching harshly around him as he gasped openly. Moving slowly also gave him better chance to savour Ratio, and to stop himself from coming so soon as tight, wet heat wrapped around his aching cock.
Sinking inside and stretching Ratio wide around his cock, gasping sounds caught in his own throat, watching Ratio squirm beneath him, his face flushed and pupils dilated. As wet and aroused as Ratio was, his cock met hardly any resistance, still having to keep himself steady and not push inside too fast, enraptured by Ratio’s desire struck expression, his hooded, hazy eyes staring up at him as Aventurine filled him completely, bracing himself above Ratio’s shivering body. Each let out careful breaths, gathering themselves as their eyes locked in a heated stare.
‘Move,’ Ratio told him, his voice already breathy and dripping with need, his gaze brimming with desire and longing.
Aventurine opened his mouth to tease him for such obvious need, yet found his mind strangely empty and overwhelmed, unable to find any semblance of words, either teasing or honest, to speak with. Instead, he offered Ratio a smile, then shifting his hips to give them what they both wanted.
Rewarded with a long moan from Ratio, his pussy fluttering around his cock, Aventurine already felt strangely at risk of coming early, rare for him, but Ratio felt too perfect wrapped around him, overwhelming his senses with his scent. Truly, just the fact it was Ratio moaning beneath him, wanting this, needing it, making all sorts of sweet sounds- that was enough to make himself ache with need, keeping his movements slow, gentle, not wanting to hasten either of their releases yet.
Ratio took him so well, melting against the mattress as Aventurine’s cock dragged over everywhere sensitive inside of him, slick steadily streaming from his cunt, easing the glide of Aventurine’s cock. Wanting Ratio to savour the sensations just the same as he did, ensuring to grind against every sensitive spot so that Ratio let out sweet, breathy moans that only encouraged him to keep moving, knowing now he’d always feel a desperate need inside himself to have Ratio like this, to hold him, to please him, to have him make those blissed out expressions, perfectly relaxed and enjoying everything Aventurine did.
Their eyes met; Ratio shuddered. ‘You’re perfect,’ Aventurine said to that obvious reaction, his own voice increasingly breathy as he thrust into Ratio, heat fluttering through his body as Ratio’s cunt clung to him tightly. ‘You feel- better than anything.’
Ratio shivered intensely, a loud moan pulled from the depths of him, clenching harshly around Aventurine’s cock, forcing a gasp from him as well. Whether the praise earned that reaction, or the knowledge that Aventurine took such obvious pleasure in him, he couldn’t tell, yet Ratio couldn’t stop himself from shaking, as if just those words has sped him rapidly towards the brink of orgasm, teetering on the edge of it as he stared up at Aventurine, face dazed and flushed.
‘With you, ah- looking at me like that, feeling too good, I won’t last much longer,’ Aventurine admitted with a breathless laugh, already feeling the beginnings of his knot forming, catching at Ratio’s entrance, not as swollen as it would be in rut, or with omega heat pheromones overriding his system, but he still felt the distinct ache of it as it formed, longing to bury itself inside of Ratio, to snugly plug him with his release. ‘Where- where do you, ah- want me to come?’
Ratio regained some of his senses, enough to look confused as he stared back at him. ‘What- what do you mean?’
Realising from his unsure expression that Ratio either couldn’t comprehend his words or didn’t understand what he meant by that, Aventurine resumed an even slower, grinding pace, gathering his breath before he spoke. ‘Whether you want me to- to pull out before I come,’ Aventurine clarified, ‘I can do that now if that’s-’
‘No,’ Ratio gasped out as he quickly shook his head, eyes widening a fraction as if genuinely shocked by the idea of Aventurine doing such a thing. ‘Inside-’ he wrapped a shaky leg around Aventurine’s waist, pulling him closer. ‘Stay- inside. Only… only come inside. I can feel- feel your knot, give… give it me, stay-’
As Ratio cut himself off with another gasp and full body shudder, another burst of searing heat burned through Aventurine’s body, feeling a groan rise in the back of his throat as he drove his hips forward. Rapidly approaching his own orgasm, his knot starting to slip inside, the sensitivity of it against Ratio’s tight insides making him gasp, he snuck a hand between them, rubbing at Ratio’s swollen clit in slow circles, feeling him squirm and clench from the stimulation, body shaking as Aventurine thrust into him.
As he pulled out a little further, Ratio’s leg around him pulled him back in, silently telling him he wasn’t allowed to let his cock slip out even a little bit too far, body shaking still as Aventurine slowly thrust into him, both breathing heavily from the friction between them. As Ratio tensed and trembled, tightly squeezing his cock, Aventurine knew from his overwhelmed, pleasure-stricken face that he’d come, slick gushing from him and around Aventurine’s cock, leaking between their bodies. With Ratio’s cunt clamping around his cock, Aventurine gasped aloud, his rhythm stuttering, hand still rubbing at Ratio’s clit to ease him through his orgasm, even as his own steadily overwhelmed him.
His knot slipped in, swelling further inside, keeping them locked together as his cock pulsed, filling Ratio with his release. He watched Ratio’s eyes widen in surprise at the sheer amount, his lips parting in a long moan as Aventurine’s come flooded him, shaking from the sensation of being filled. He knew himself it must be a lot, having been incredibly pent up and too aroused, likely coming even more than usual, just for Ratio.
Letting out a heavy breath, Aventurine reduced to an even slower, grinding pace, both of them gasping from the sensitivity until Aventurine gradually slowed to a stop, feeling Ratio’s leg slip from his waist as he trembled, with Aventurine slumping forward and onto him, letting out another gasping, hot breath against Ratio’s skin.
Laying there, tangled together, content with their loose embrace and shared warmth, Aventurine relaxed completely, smiling to himself against Ratio’s skin as he remained buried inside of him. Yet gradually, as they lay there together, Ratio’s scent deepened, the scent increasingly sweet and intense, permeating the air, and as it overrode Aventurine’s senses, he realised it smelt distinctly like an omega in heat.
Aventurine pulled back, his eyes meeting Ratio’s, both looking to each other in startled surprise as they realised what happened.
Aventurine couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that escaped him. ‘Did you… just go into heat because I fucked you once? Oh, that’s adorable…’
Ratio frowned at that, still a noticeable sliver of panic in his gaze ‘It’s not- like I can help it, sudden heats have… a variety of reasons and causes.’
‘I see… and could one of those variety of reasons and causes be having sex? Perhaps even being knotted?’ Aventurine mused, his tone light and teasing even as Ratio tried to glare at him. ‘Why don’t you educate me on sudden heats, then?’
‘It’s- basic biology,’ Ratio started to say.
‘Ah, which I've never had the chance to study,’ Aventurine replied, enjoying his flustered, aroused expression as Ratio tried to keep his voice steady.
Ratio eyed him with suspicion. ‘You can’t- seriously claim to know not even the basics, unless you really-’ he interrupted himself with a shiver, biting at his lips to stifle a sound.
‘Sorry, I was just teasing you, no need to explain,’ Aventurine told him, trying to keep his voice steady despite they way Ratio’s cunt clung to him, squeezing his still sensitive knot as it slowly deflated, already hardening again just from the strength of Ratio’s scent, his heat making his own mind hazy too. ‘The question is- what do you want me to do? Seeing as we’re already here, then… we can keep going, or if you need to rest-’
‘Obviously, we keep going,’ Ratio gritted out, frustration mounting as he started to squirm, barely restraining a gasp, tone softening with need as he looked up at Aventurine. ‘Please…’
Watching Ratio’s expression grow increasingly desperate and flushed as his heat steadily sunk into him, and Aventurine ached with that same need, far too many fantasises flaring through his own mind, thinking of all the ways he’d more than happily attend to Ratio in his heat. Yet as his eyes roamed Ratio’s body, watching him squirm, he watched the way the lingerie moved with every flex of his muscles, how the gold adorning it caught the light, catching his attention.
‘Do you mind what I do?’ Aventurine asked, watching Ratio try to focus through the haze overcoming him, blinking up at Aventurine, a new stream of slick steadily leaking from him as he squirmed in place.
‘That- look in your eye implies you have something in mind,’ Ratio breathed out, taking a moment to gather his breath again. ‘Tell me.’
‘Well, seeing as you purposefully wore such a lovely outfit for me…’ Aventurine trailed his fingers along Ratio’s thigh, tugging lightly at one of the gold hoops. ‘It would be such a shame if we didn’t give it the attention it deserves…’
Ratio shook again, a small tremor running through his frame. ‘You mean to say…’
‘I want to tie you up,’ Aventurine replied casually, keenly aware of the way Ratio’s cunt fluttered around him, of the arousal wrought so obviously within his expression. ‘Look at you… you like that idea, don’t you? Of course you do… you chose this outfit, after all.’
Ratio continued to stare up at him, a shaky breath leaving him, the haze of his arousal weighing heavily enough on him that his mind had slowed, struggling to find the words. ‘Yes- that’s…you can do… anything, just… don’t go anywhere.’
‘As if I could even want to be anywhere else,’ Aventurine replied, shifting slightly, watching Ratio’s confused expression as Aventurine slowly pulled out of him, how his gaze stared incessantly at Aventurine’s cock, wet and covered in Ratio’s slick, looking as if he were moments away from begging for it to be inside of him again. ‘Turn over. I want to attach the cuffs to the back, if that’s alright.’
Ratio nodded shakily, and the desperation must have already overwhelmed him, for though he shuddered, he tried to hasten his movements without complaint, moving his heavy limbs so that his face pressed against the pillow, ass raised higher in the air, arms uselessly beside him, waiting for Aventurine to do whatever he wanted with him.
Of course, having Ratio so willingly offered to him, Aventurine could never resist such an opportunity. Offering Ratio a smile, he reached for the purple cuffs atop the bedside table. He admired them, knowing from the plushness that they would thankfully not chafe or injure Ratio’s perfect skin, appraising their quality and strength even as Ratio squirmed for touch, slick dripping down his inner thighs.
Aventurine grasped for his wrists, securing the cuffs around them and affixing them to the gold rings at the back of the bra, testing to see that there was still some give, and that Ratio still had some range of movement, watching him settle into the position, observing his shoulders, back and arms to ensure there wasn’t any strain.
‘Tell me if you want me to take it off, and I will,’ Aventurine promised, running his hand over Ratio’s thighs, fingers brushing over fabric and skin in turn.
‘Aventurine…’ Ratio started to say, voice breathy and thick with arousal as he looked over his shoulder, their eyes meeting. ‘I want- to ask you to… to claim me, if you want to.’
Those words sent another fierce burst of heat through him, knowing that for the moment, from his calm, yet wanting expression, and even tone of voice, that Ratio were lucid enough to know what he wanted. He half wanted to question it, to debate further, to make sure that were really what Ratio wanted. Yet his eyes betrayed his want, and instead Aventurine nodded.
Aventurine positioned himself behind Ratio, already longing to bury himself inside of him again, watching Ratio shiver and lightly pull at the cuffs, more on reflex than anything, with no clear desire to escape them. He admired the soaked front of the lingerie, and the open back as he ran his fingers over the curve of Ratio’s ass, his cock nudging at his dripping pussy, not yet pressing inside.
As he stayed there, he heard Ratio breathing out little pleas, squirming in place and trying to press back against him, even as Aventurine’s hands held him in place. It struck with a heady, overwhelming feeling to realise how helpless Ratio let himself be for him, completely vulnerable, wanting, and trusting, Aventurine’s breath catching in his throat as it fully sunk into him, how much Ratio not only wanted him, but trusted Aventurine with his most vulnerable side too, willingly offering himself purely because he wanted to.
To offset that feeling and his own hammering heartrate, Aventurine let out a breathless laugh. ‘Look at you, squirming so much for me… so painfully aroused, so, so wet… you’re absolutely soaking, completed drenched with arousal… I wonder how much of a mess I can get you to make for me…’ He lightly pulled at the chain linking the cuffs, watching him shudder as his cunt clenched around him. ‘Is this what you wanted? To be completely and utterly helpless for me? Do you really like it that much?’
‘It’s- it’s the heat,’ Ratio snapped back, annoyance in his tone as he wasn’t getting what he wanted fast enough. The irritation quickly subsided, his voice softening with need. ‘Please… don’t tease me, I… I need you…’
Aventurine relented, knowing he felt just the same as desire overcame him. Every feeling mixed within himself, his instincts to sate Ratio’s heat and fill him, as well as his own personal need for Ratio. both enhanced everything, arousal flaring within as he started to press inside, his hands shaking for a moment as they gripped Ratio’s hips.
As he easily sunk back inside, filling Ratio with his cock like he’d needed, Aventurine smiled to himself to see how lax and boneless Ratio was, barely putting any effort into holding himself up, slumped against the bed and trusting Aventurine to hold him.
Aventurine set a slow pace, thrusting into him carefully. ‘I could fuck you slowly like this, or I could fuck you so hard you cry,’ Aventurine mused, a heavy breath leaving him as Ratio’s cunt fluttered around him, the heat of him distracting, ‘Look at you- like you’d really let me fuck you anyway I wanted…’
‘I’d like- anything,’ Ratio breathed out, hazy eyes managing to look back at Aventurine, ‘I just- want you…’
His teasing had backfired, for he felt heat crawl across his own skin, flushing deeper, still struck by how easily Ratio admitted it, flustering himself instead as he listened to Ratio’s sweet moans. The tight, wet heat wrapped around his cock felt equally as maddening as Ratio’s words, his own mind hazy and clogged with arousal, driving his hips forward.
His hands trailed along Ratio’s body, teasingly snapping at the garter straps and stockings, fingers squeezing at his waist and fingers dipping through gaps in the fabric to feel the heated skin beneath. One hand then reached for the cuffs affixing Ratio’s arms behind his back, grasping for them to pull Ratio back into his thrusts, his moans growing louder, even more desperate and unrestrained, as if he’d somehow needed Aventurine to do exactly that, to remind him how much control he had.
Wet sounds underlined every moan as Ratio’s slick soaked the sheets, and only then, as he thrust into him, watching Ratio’s pussy stretch to accommodate him, did Aventurine recall how little they’d talked about this. Not only did he not know if Ratio used birth control, he’d not even thought of using protection, almost instinctively pulling back as he thought it through.
At that, Ratio made a noise of frustration, managing to turn his face on the pillow enough to view Aventurine, giving him a chance to admire Ratio’s flushed face, smeared eye liner and drool-slicked, reddened lips.
‘What- what are you doing? Are you… stopping?’ Ratio asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though he sounded upset, biting back a sound as he shuddered intensely, another wave of heat striking him. ‘Please, please don’t go, don’t stop-
Sensing his frustration, Aventurine quickly pushed himself the rest of the way back inside, watching Ratio squirm and press back against him, stilling him with his hands on hips. ‘You’re fine with it like this? You… don’t want me to get protection, in case you-’
‘Not- not necessary,’ Ratio managed to get out, ‘I’m- fine, already prepared for- this.’
Ratio left it at that, too focused on pushing back against Aventurine for stimulation, fucking himself on Aventurine’s cock, and leaving his words to Aventurine’s interpretation, having to trust Ratio. Either way, he wanted to give Ratio whatever he wanted, thrusting into him again, rewarding himself with a long, luxurious moan from Ratio, only intensified the hot, aching need coursing throughout his own body, a groan catching in his throat.
Ratio’s heat affected him too as he ground his hips into him, producing all sorts of sounds and shudders from Ratio, as his pheromones saturated the air, leaving Aventurine grasping for a hold on his own mind as the scent flooded his senses, wanting to keep his mind somewhat lucid, if only to fully savour and appreciate the sight of Ratio before him.
With every thrust, as Aventurine’s cock filled him deeply, Ratio’s body stayed relaxed, his thighs trembling as slick dripped down them, and his back muscles shuddering and flexing, still trying to push back for more even as he remained bound, his limbs weak with pleasure. He let out a constant symphony of sounds, aimlessly pleading, moaning Aventurine’s name, clenching hard around his cock to pull breathy sounds from Aventurine too.
As Ratio looked back to him, their eyes locked. ‘Please,’ Ratio breathed out, tone and gaze brimming with desire and need, his expression pleading.
Aventurine knew what he meant, what he wanted, a heated shiver travelling through his spine, his every nerve simmering and aching with arousal. Leaning over Ratio, having to have Ratio bend and change his position so Aventurine could fully reach, his lips latched onto Ratio’s scent gland. He savoured the scent emanating from it, licking over the sensitive gland so that Ratio whined, heat coiling further in Aventurine’s stomach from his every sound, as he sucked at the gland, grazing it with his teeth, addicted to every little whimper as Ratio’s cunt tightly squeezed at his cock, more hot slick gushing from him.
Biting the gland, he tried to be gentle even as his teeth sunk into him, tasting Ratio’s scent on his tongue as he gasped and moaned from Aventurine’s teeth somewhere so sensitive. Moaning Aventurine’s name like a desperate plea, Ratio jolted, his muscles suddenly tensing as he trembled, squirting almost violently around Aventurine’s cock, clamping hard around him as he sobbed at another moan of Aventurine’s name.
Feeling Ratio reach his own release, Aventurine moaned against his skin, giving a heavier, rougher thrust as he pushed his knot inside, shuddering atop of Ratio as his cock pulsed, filling him as deeply as possible as he gasped and shook his way through his orgasm, struggling not to collapse boneless against Ratio’s back as his cunt clamped around his sensitive knot, squeezing it so that he shivered intensely.
With great effort, for his own limbs felt almost numb with arousal, he helped to turned them over to lay on their sides, still buried inside of Ratio, with Ratio squirming in his hold, each unconsciously grinding against the other, their breathing heavy yet shallow. As he held Ratio, his gaze drifted back to the mark he’d left on his scent gland, the mark red and swollen, leaning forward to give it a somewhat apologetic kiss.
‘How… are you feeling?’ Aventurine asked, watching Ratio tremble slightly, likely still gathering his ability to think.
‘Good,’ Ratio replied, voice low and breathy, ‘though I suppose that is… somewhat of an understatement…’
‘And you’re really fine?’
‘Yes… this… may not be a full heat,’ Ratio replied, which wasn’t Aventurine’s implication, however he took it as an answer anyway. ‘It may be… a simple flare, though I’ve not experience that before. Hence why I still feel… not completely out of it. Heats overall can be fairly inconvenient, as healthy as it is to experience one, especially regularly. Though I suppose… you can help me with those now.’
‘Of course,’ Aventurine easily agreed, pressing another kiss to his mark, ‘Anything you want…’
‘I want… to continue to lay here,’ Ratio said, relaxed in Aventurine’s hold, pressing back against him and inadvertently making them both shudder, his cunt fluttering around Aventurine’s cock. ‘That’s all... I’m sure I will want you to clean me, however I’ll wait to see if this heat… lingers or otherwise.’
‘Anything you want,’ Aventurine repeated, holding him tightly, though it still felt somewhat surreal to be able to hold him at all. ‘I’m more than happy to just hold you like this.’
He still had much he wanted to say, much he wanted Ratio to say as well, his mind lingering on Ratio’s every word as he savoured the warmth of his body against his own. However, he knew Ratio wouldn’t want him to dwell on uncertain thoughts, or to worry over their relationship, or what anything meant for him- not like this, anyway. They would talk when Ratio were clean and rested, until then Aventurine would continue to keep him full, smiling to himself at the mark he’d left, as he kept Ratio snugly held in his embrace.