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"Mmh! Ratio, you've got to try this."
Ratio leans forward with a soft sigh. To his husband's credit, the ribeye steak is delicious. He leans back and closes his eyes as he lets himself savor the flavors. He hums with appreciation and opens his eyes, and Aventurine grins at him as he wipes his lips. "Told you." He chuckles.
The doctor scoffs, despite the growing smile on his face. "As if I've ever doubted your palette." He pops a piece of his own risotto dish into his mouth and follows it with a sip of wine. "Would you like to try mine?" He pulls a spoonful from his own plate and holds it out, but Aventurine shakes his head.
It's not uncommon for Aventurine to be picky about his food, so the doctor embraces the 'more for me' mentality and brings the bite to his lips. They eat their anniversary dinner in comfortable silence, tucked away in their private VIP booth.
When the plates are cleared and the wine is the only thing left to finish, Aventurine scoots next to his husband in the booth. He tucks his head under his lovers' arm and rests his head on his chest. Ratio clinks his glass against the gamblers', then he finishes his glass. "What are we going to do about dessert?"
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wishes he had kept his mouth closed.
Because the minute the words leave his mouth, Aventurine's hand travels from the glass he sets down to the doctor's knee. "I have a few ideas." He grins.
Ratio glares down at him. "Absolutely not. We are in public." His voice is stern, even if his resolve wavers. The hand travels up his thigh slowly, and Ratio curses the way his cock begins to twitch to life. "We're in a private room." Aventurine counters. "The waitress won't even notice if I... Slip out for a smoke."
"You don't smoke." Ratio counters. He tries to move his knee away from Aventurine's hold, and the maneuver works, because Aventurine stops for a moment. "Ver?"
It's a check-in. If he wants, he can say the safe word and back out right now, no questions or judgement.
But his husband has a point. The door to the room is closed, the tablecloth touches the floor so nobody would notice, and it would be very inconvenient to have to stay seated for a half hour until his body could calm itself. Not only that, but if he's honest with himself, the game does send an extra thrill down his spine.
So he acquiesces. "Make it quick."
The gambler smirks. "I'll do my best."
He grabs his fork, gives his husband a kiss, then slides his way under the table. Ratio makes sure his feet are covered by the tablecloth, then he tries not to jump as greedy hands undo his belt and unzip his pants.
"This hard already?" Aventurine licks over his tip, and the doctor groans. "Don't dawdle." He tries to keep his composure, but it's very hard to keep a straight face when his husband is suckling on his tip and palming his balls. He grips the table until he hears it creak, then he moves onto his napkin.
Aventurine moves onto slow, rhythmic sucks up and down, until he's taken all he can without deepthroating him. The gambler moans softly around him, and Ratio bites his fist as he fights the urge to hump into the warmth. "Hah- you're twitching already." Aventurine teases. "It's only been a week since our last fuck."
Ratio picks up the tablecloth and glares at his lover. "It's-" He hesitates as the blonde licks at his slit. "It's been a long week. And we usually have sex at least once a week," he takes on a sarcastic tone as he grimaces, "if I'm desperate for my husband." He pushes the tablecloth down before either of them can get a word in.
Then there's a knock on the door. Ratio summons his bust and freezes, and the waitress walks in. "I see you've finished. Would you like another glass of wine, and can I interest you in dessert?" She looks at Ratio's bust and his grip on the tablecloth, but she says nothing. Ratio is eternally grateful to her.
His husband is another story, because when the word dessert is uttered, Aventurine takes it upon himself to shove Ratos entire cock down his throat. The doctor chokes and keels over. "Doctor, are you alright?" The girl sets down the glasses, but Ratio holds up a hand.
"I'm fine. J-Just, come back with a dessert menu, please." He knows he sounds horrid, but right now his concern is keeping himself from embarrassing himself further. She takes the hint and leaves, and the door clicks with a close.
Then Ratio reaches under the table with a growl and grabs the sides of the blonde's' head. "Damned gambler. If you're that desperate for dessert-" he begins sliding the hot mouth back and forth around his cock, "-then swallow every drop!"
The bust dissipates as his orgasm rushes over him and his head falls back at the feeling of Aventurine doing his best to swallow around him. His hips thrust up until he's finally done, and then he lets Aventurine's head go.
The gambler pushes off with a gasp, panting as he laps at whatever's left on the doctor's spent cock. "Fuck." He chuckles. "That was hot, doc." He tucks the doctor away in his pants, and he lets Ratio take over to adjust himself properly. When he comes up, his hair is a mess and his face is worse. The gambler quickly fixes himself with a pat down to is hair and a swope of a napkin over his chin.
Ratio growls at him. "That was dangerous." "And...?" Aventurine goads. "You can act as mad as you want, but I enjoyed my dessert."