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Aventurine blinks, and tugs at his collar, staring at the man who has been haunting his dreams for the past few system months. His brain lags, crashing out with a fatal error and rebooting, before getting stuck in that cycle, useless and completely caught up on the doctor’s unintentional admission to something completely unthinkable.
Veritas Ratio, a whole grown-ass man, has never had sex. Scratch that, Veritas Ratio, a whole grown-ass man, has never had an orgasm.
Not only is Ratio a whole grown-ass man, but he’s startlingly older than Aventurine had expected when the curio in front of them had catalogued so many biological details about the man that Aventurine had been lost for words.
The mission they’ve been on for the past few system days has been a slog, tracking down a curio that Madam Herta had somehow managed to lose despite the woman’s downright frightening genius and avarice concerning these sorts of things, and when they had tracked it down, it had rejected Aventurine’s touch due to “impurity” and had engaged security protocols that Ratio had spent the last fourteen hours unlocking.
At first, Aventurine had assumed it to be due to his Avgin nature, though a racist curio didn’t really make much sense, and when he’d raised this hypothesis to Ratio, he had merely scoffed and dismissed it out of hand.
Sure, Aventurine had his fair share of moral impurity under his belt, but he’s not dumb enough to think that there’s an objective measure of moral purity a curio could make. Then again, the fact that this curio could make such a judgement as declaring sex to be impure would nix that argument, so perhaps Aventurine is just too perverted and is overthinking things.
Except.
Except the curio opens itself up as Ratio touches it, and it looks like a fucking pussy, and any doubts are blasted clean from Aventurine’s mind. This - this thing they’ve spent days tracking down and Ratio has spent hours coaxing to open up to him is most definitely a sex curio, and it had just put Ratio’s uber-virginity on blast for Aventurine to know. That big fat “zero” next to the far too clinical sounding “orgasmic peak” on the curio’s list of factoids about Ratio’s health is going to kill him.
Ratio had once informed him of the concept of an infohazard, information that damages oneself just by the virtue of existing within your brain, and Aventurine can safely say he’s just experienced what it’s like to have an infohazard present within his grey matter. Were there any other room in his brain beside “Ratio hasn’t fucked anyone”, and “Ratio has enver orgasmed”, Aventurine would wonder why the hell Herta wants a sex curio that only responds to turbo-virgins and can list information no one else knows in her collection.
As it is, his brain is replaying a loop of disbelief and assuaged jealousy.
‘What the fuck?’ Aventurine wheezes out-loud, and Ratio shoots him a glare, before he’s pushing two fingers into the opened cavity of the curio and Aventurine’s own pussy throbs in response, and then Ratio’s fingers are retreating, a delicately crafted necklace hanging from his fingers.
The curio reassembles itself back into the unassuming black slate that they’d been chasing for days, and Aventurine wonders if he’d just hallucinated the entire scenario he’d just witnessed, though Ratio’s splotchy blush and the hard set of his jaw as he speaks convinces him otherwise.
‘Speak of this to no one, gambler, my proclivities are mine alone,’ Ratio hisses at him, eyes narrowed, and Aventurine blinks, holding his hands up to show his (relative) innocence.
‘Not a word, doc,’ he chirps out, before he feels himself smirk, ‘though I gotta admit, didn’t think you were the kind to be celibate.’
No, he’d agonised a lot over the fact that whilst Ratio’s personality is an acquired taste, his looks certainly were not. Enchanting red-gold eyes, wavy purple hair, and a body that would make the aeons themselves weep, the Destruction could never.
Ratio shakes his head, then, and pockets the necklace he’d, ah, retrieved from within the curio, ‘Less that I cannot find a partner, and more that I lack the desire,’ he says, and Aventurine laughs lowly.
‘Sure thing,’ he says simply, his brain still catching on the fact that Ratio simply just…. Hadn’t done any of it. The other man leaves his side and reaches for the black slate of the curio, and when Aventurine hasn’t moved when he returns, he frowns.
‘We are leaving,’ Ratio states, and Aventurine shakes his head to bring himself back to reality, away from the circling thoughts of Ratio’s virginity. Following after the other man, it takes everything Aventurine has in terms of restraint - not very much, when it came to risk, though much more when it came to giving himself what he wanted - to not inquire further about Ratio’s supposed “purity”.
When he finds himself unable to sleep, having returned to one of the many living spaces he kept throughout the galaxy, he curses the ridiculousness of his circling thoughts, and the way they’ve made his pussy wet and hot and desperate for touch. Glaring down at the little wet spot he’d managed to seep through his nightclothes onto his bedsheets, Aventurine plunges his hand underneath his clothes and throws his head back against the pillow with an aggravated sigh of half pleasure, half annoyance.
He can’t focus like this, he needs… he needs to do something.
Even if it’s just to hear the words, “I have never had an orgasm” come from Ratio’s own mouth.
It’s that strange, deep-seated desperation that finds him on the next shuttle to Veritas Prime, to… confront Ratio on his home turf. Hm, no, that sounded too forceful, as if he were trying to force a secret out of the other man for a mission for the IPC. Badger? Annoy? Beg to tell him about his apparently non-existent sex-life?
None of those really paint Aventurine in a positive light, but his obsessive brain won’t let go, not until it’s been thrown something meatier.
Confirmation.
It’s laughably easy to throw IPC funds at the university Ratio works oat to get them to turn the cheek to his blatant trespass onto the campus, and a little less easy to worm his way into the staff-only areas, but he manages just fine with a few promises and a flirty wink here and there that makes his stomach itch.
This corridor is intimately familiar to him, having been sent down it enough times on official business, but it almost feels different, now that he’s coming here of his own volition. A smooth knock to Ratio’s door is all it takes for the man to call him in, though the scowl that alights on Ratio’s face when he sees that it’s Aventurine calling after him tingles unpleasantly in the back of Aventurine’s mind.
‘To what do I owe the honour, gambler?’ Ratio asks, and though his voice is carefully neutral, Aventurine can imagine the exasperation the other man is feeling.
‘Oh, nothing in particular,’ Aventurine responds, voice light, even as something feral in him claws at his chest to come to the surface, something rabid, ‘I just need to confirm a few details for my report on our most recent mission.’
It’s complete bullshit, he’s already submitted his report to Jade, and she had signed off on it. No, he’s here for personal curiosity, but Ratio doesn’t need to know that just yet. Maybe later, if Aventurine’s gamble turns out in success, but for now? Keeping his cards close to his chest is the best thing he can do to tip the odds in his favour.
‘Details? ‘Ratio asks with a frown, putting his stylus down on his desk, and oh, something in Aventurine revels in the slight vulnerability afforded to him, ‘I submitted my own estimation of the events to your office, did it not contain enough information?’
Oh, it did. Just… it very carefully omitted the fact that the curio had only reacted to Ratio due to his status as a virgin. In this day, Ratio might as well have just admitted to being a whore, simply for how rare - and socially denigrated - such a status is.
‘There are a few details concerning the curio at hand that are missing,’ Aventurine tosses out, ‘ones that are important for IPC bookkeeping, and it’s much less of a headache for me to iron out these details than some idiot in a suit you can’t stand.’
As if Aventurine isn’t some idiot in a - hand-tailored - suit that Ratio cannot stand, but he digresses. Ratio seems to understand what he’s hinting at, though, when he looks away with a low huff of breath, though he regains his composure startlingly fast for the context of their conversation.
‘I was not aware paperwork required such disclosure of private details,’ Ratio states eventually, ‘and when I had expressed my wish for such information to remain private, I meant as such.’
Oops, he’s maybe pressing his luck a little.
‘No one else but me will see it, I promise,’ Aventurine ventures, ‘even Jade doesn’t need to see it, I just need to know the information is accurate, and we can all go about our days.’
Ratio doesn’t say anything, and so Aventurine pushes further.
‘The curio measures the purity of those that try and retrieve it, yeah?’ he asks, and Ratio nods, a little stiffly, ‘and when we’re talking purity, we’re talking sexual purity, right?’
The question hands between them, potent, for a moment, before Ratio sighs, and nods again.
Fuck.
It’s not a verbal admission, but it’s close to one.
‘Sorry, doc, I’m gonna need verbal confirmation,’ the words are out of his mouth before he can think to stop them, ‘you know the deal, gestures mean different things across different societies, and if I register a nod, it could mean anything-’
‘Gambler,’ Ratio starts, and Aventurine shuts his mouth with a click, ‘why have you come here?’ he asks, and Aventurine smiles, even as his brain lights up at the idea of being caught, like a child with their hand in the cookie jar, or a slave, with their hand halfway in the warden’s pocket, reaching for the keys to his cell.
‘I already said why,’ Aventurine lets out a low laugh, ‘didn’t peg you as the kind of guy to zone out when someone is talking to him.’
‘I - I heard your words,’ Ratio stumbles over his words uncharacteristically, and Aventurine’s brain latches on, ‘I simply fail to understand the necessity of this. You have gained the information you’ve come for, so what use is a verbal agreement? I am not one to lie, there is simply no need.’
‘So,’ Aventurine swallows, ‘you’ve never-? Not once?’
Ratio blinks, and then flushes, and looks away, ‘This conversation is over,’ he says, and Aventurine shakes his head, stepping forwards, a manic kind of energy filling him.
‘No, it’s not,’ he says, ‘you’re telling me, you’re an entire thirty-eight system years old, and you’ve never had an orgasm.’
‘Aventurine-’ Ratio says, and the usage of his name would normally be enough to stop him, but there’s something in the air now, and this is probably Aventurine’s riskiest gamble yet, but he needs to see if it will pay off.
‘Why not?’ he finds himself asking, his tongue feeling a little too large for his mouth, ‘can’t do it? Veritas Ratio, unable to-’
‘There is no point,’ Ratio hisses, and Aventurine blinks as he registers the new information he’d just received in four succinct words, ‘there are more productive things that I can engage in, pursuits that are far more conducive to furthering my understanding of the universe than -’
‘Than sex?’ Aventurine asks bluntly.
Ratio nods, and Aventurine can’t help the laugh that claws out of him, even as Ratio looks confused and more than a little unsettled.
‘Oh, this is precious,’ Aventurine manages to get out as he barely controls his laughter, ‘better things? Come on Ratio, you don’t expect me to believe that. You’re a smart man, you know sex has to feel good, why would anyone do it otherwise?’
‘For reproduction?’ Ratio asks, dryly, ‘you are aware that vice and pleasure are not the sole purposes of one’s life, are you not?’
‘Ah-ah,’ Aventurine shakes his head, ‘you don’t get to turn this back on me,’ he sing-songs, ‘tell you what, I’ve got a proposition for you.’
Another gamble, but so far, they’ve been paying off.
Ratio narrows his eyes, and looks sceptical, but otherwise doesn’t protest, and something feral itches at the cage of Aventurine’s ribs again.
‘I know I will regret this, but I also know that you will not leave my office until you make your proposition,’ Ratio says levelly, ‘so I will hear you out, if only to make you leave.’
‘Ouch,’ Aventurine mimes heartbreak, pressing a palm over his chest, before he smirks, ‘my proposition is,’ he emphasises his words for effect, and internally crows in delight as Ratio leans forwards a little, apparently hooked on him, ‘if I can prove to you that sex and pleasure aren’t lesser pursuits I’ll completely omit the nature of the curio from all IPC paperwork. No embarrassing mentions of purity, no mentions of you fingering that curio-ussy to retrieve that necklace.’
‘Curio - ugh, you are reprehensible, gambler,’ Ratio scoffs, but most importantly…
‘That wasn’t a no, doctor,’ Aventurine hums, ‘can I count on you to wish to study a field you’ve yet to have any experience in?’
Ratio huffs, ‘I did not say that they,’ it’s cute how Ratio can’t even bring himself to say the word sex, actually, ‘were lesser pursuits. Simply that they did not register as important comparatively in my own estimation of priority.’
‘Yeah, same difference,’ Aventurine waves his hand, ‘so… my place, at seven? I’m sure I can craft a convincing argument in the meantime.’
‘Fine,’ Ratio huffs, and Aventurine blinks, the wind falling out of his sails. Had he just…?
No, there’s no way.
A giddy little laugh, slightly hysterical, comes out of Aventurine’s mouth, and he barely doesn’t clap his hands over his mouth to stop the noise as Ratio eyes him, suspicious.
‘That -’ Aventurine clears his throat, ‘I’ll send you the address,’ he manages to get out, before turning on his heel and exiting Ratio’s office. The door swings shut behind him, and Aventurine muffles a scream into his palms.
There’s no way it was that easy.
He’s been dropping subtle hints for the entire time that he’s known this man, having none of them work, only to find out that Ratio is closer to middle-age for a person of Veritas Prime than Aventurine had thought, and then find out the man is a turbo-virgin, only for a cheesy proposition to show him what he’s been missing out on to fucking work?!
Gaiathra Triclops above, Aventurine hates Dr. Veritas Ratio.
He practically skips down the hallway, and garners a few strange looks from people who had seen him exit Ratio’s office frantically. Aventurine doesn’t care, though, he has an appointment with cleaning his apartment and then riding his favourite toy until he can barely think, because if he’s right - and he’s very rarely wrong about these things - Ratio isn’t going to be the kind of man to be small.
Still, as the hour of reckoning draws nearer, he finds the manic energy that had carried him through a whirlwind cleaning of his apartment and a heady, desperate two-orgasm ride of his favourite toy morphing into a sickly nervousness.
When seven in the evening passes with no sign of Ratio at his door, Aventurine sighs as something bitter curdles in his chest. He should’ve expected it, the ease of Ratio’s acceptance should have tipped him off, but why would the good doctor stand him up? Sure, Ratio could be annoyingly hard to contact sometimes, but when he went a period of time offline and Aventurine spammed his messages, Ratio took the time to respond to each and every one, even if they were just meaningless videos or pictures of the bullshit he had to deal with day-to-day at the IPC.
It’s not like Ratio to stand someone up, by Aventurine’s estimates.
Just as he’s about to call it quits, and tend to his body deciding that nervousness meant really needing to piss, a ding from his phone breaks him out of his thoughts, and he looks over, and when Ratio’s name is lit up on his screen, he thumbs through his biometric locks faster than he ever has.
Golden Ratio: Your security will not let me past the lobby.
Golden Ratio: Aventurine.
Golden Ratio: Are you there?
Three messages, sent back to back, all whilst Aventurine had been busy fretting and not checking his phone. Shit.
What kind of asshole did he look like, not clearing Ratio for visiting him here before inviting him over and then ignoring his messages?
Chu-chu-churin: shit, sorry doc, i’ll be right down
Pocketing his phone in his pants - ones that are so tight they barely go up over his ass, let alone admit his phone into his pocket - Aventurine tears out of his penthouse apartment door and calls the elevator to his floor, before riding down to the lobby. The doors ding open, and Aventurine rushes between the guards at the door - IPC goons stationed there by Jade, for his safety - and Ratio, whose arms are folded over his chest as he leans on one hip, clearly unimpressed.
‘There’s been a mix-up, gentleman,’ Aventurine smiles widely at the IPC lower ranks, who look somewhat dazzled to see him in person, let alone have him talking to them, and this is why he had Jade change people out so often, ‘the doctor is a guest of mine, I invited him here.’
An arched eyebrow passes between the two IPC members, before they step back, and Aventurine sighs. They’re too low on the pay grade to bother bribing out of seeing him take Ratio up to his penthouse for a dick appointment, so he makes a mental note to shift their positions to a different role, before he gestures for Ratio to follow him over to the elevator.
The good doctor looks well-put together, though he’s not wearing anything outside of his usual get up, and Aventurine frowns a little at the fact. Is Aventurine blowing his mind and teaching him about sex not a good enough reason to get gussied up, Veritas?
Not only that, but he’s holding a thick folder in his arms, one that looks suspiciously like paperwork.
If Ratio expected to be doing fucking paperwork in his apartment, Aventurine would scream. Still, he manages to hold himself together, and manages to not jump on Ratio the moment the elevator doors close and isolate them from the rest of the lobby, and manages to stop himself from saying something stupid as his heart climbs into his throat at the same rate the elevator climbs up to his penthouse.
The walk between the elevator and the door to his penthouse apartment has never felt longer, and Aventurine finds himself uncharacteristically fumbling with the card scanner, nearly dropping his access card twice, and he can humiliatingly feel Ratio looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
He’s never been this nervous for a dick appointment in his life, and not to toot his own horn, he’s had a lot of them. Albeit not ones with someone he considers a friend, as he really didn’t have many of those, but still, the point stands. When the door to his penthouse apartment sweeps open to admit them, Aventurine steps through, and wonders what would be the best way to go about this.
Ratio didn’t seem like an “against the wall” kind of guy, nor did he seems to be the person that would bend him over the low arm of his couch and fuck him until he cried, even with how appealing both of those scenarios are. Also, he’s not entirely sure what those folders that Ratio is holding are, but the way it’s making his biceps bulge out as he holds them close to his chest is making Aventurine’s mouth water, just a little bit, and he’s surprised by the depths of his own desire.
He’s always had a high libido, call it making up for lost time or whatever, but he’s never quite wanted it this bad before.
The door closes behind them, and Ratio clears his throat, making Aventurine turn around to look at the other man.
‘Have you prepared your research?’ Ratio asks, and Aventurine’s brain stalls as he processes just what kind of dirty talk this could be.
Is the good doctor so attached to academia that it bleeds into his consideration of sex as well? Not all that shocking, based on what he knows of Ratio’s rigorous pursuit of knowledge, but not something he’s dealt with before, and Aventurine feels as if he’s starting on the back foot in this situation.
‘Research?’ Aventurine asks, intentionally pitching his voice low into a purr that no one has been able to resist yet, and he’ll be damned if Ratio, a virgin beyond compare, would be the first one, ‘oh, you could say that I’ve prepared very well, doctor.’
It’s heavy-handed and not the kind of flirt he often leads off with, tongue feeling a little too awkward in his mouth, but when Ratio frowns and looks around instead of, oh, Aventurine doesn’t know, grabbing at him and kissing him, Aventurine blinks.
‘I cannot see any evidence of collated studies and reports anywhere, Aventurine,’ Ratio then states, and Aventurine makes a realisation that simultaneously makes him feel awfully fond of his very smart yet decidedly stupid doctor, and humiliated at the same time. The folders Ratio is carrying are literal research into sex and the purposes of engaging in it as opposed to not, aren’t they?
Still, he could probably flip this in favour. Potentially. If Ratio unequivocably said no, he would back off, but… something in him wants to keep pushing. Call it the gambler’s fallacy, and Aventurine the idiot chasing a win. He’s already put more than enough into this scenario without any payoff, and he’d rather see it through to the end than cockblock himself by giving up now.
Ratio is a turbo-virgin. He probably doesn’t even realise the implications of Aventurine inviting him over to his place in the evening to discuss evidence of the benefits of sex.
‘I think you’ll find my research is more of the physical kind, doctor,’ Aventurine responds, before he strides forwards, ignoring the way his heart pounds in his chest - and his bladder pangs, ugh - as he grabs at the top of Ratio’s folders and pulls them away from the man, who gives them up surprisingly easily, those red-gold eyes fixed on Aventurine’s face, ‘and while I appreciate all the hard work you’ve gone to, don’t you think some first-hand sources would be better?’
Ratio swallows, and those red-gold eyes trail down his throat, and Aventurine barely doesn’t grin when he sees recognition spark in Ratio’s expression. Dropping the folders on his coffee table is easy enough, and now there are no barriers between them bar their clothes.
Gotcha.
‘No, I don’t think they would be,’ Ratio responds simply.
Huh?!
Aventurine blinks.
Okay, time to dispense with any notion of subtlety, even as it makes his chest itch from the concept of putting himself out there, so plainly and so desperately.
‘I am inviting you to have sex with me,’ Aventurine blurts, ‘and you don’t think it’ll be good research?’
Ratio’s eyes flick away for just a second, before looking back at him with a kind of intensity that makes a drop of sweat form at Aventurine’s temple, ‘It is not that it would be unempirical, but I do not wish to have sex under such circumstances.’
Aventurine blinks again. “Under such circumstances” doesn’t mean that Ratio wouldn’t want to have sex with him, right? Or is he just being hopeful that his night won’t end in disappointment and an aching emptiness inside?
‘Why not?’ he asks, and grimaces at himself. Fuck, he sounds pushy, ‘actually, don’t answer that,’ he finishes, turning away, ‘but uh, I didn’t actually have an argument prepared.’
‘I knew as much,’ Ratio confirms, and Aventurine whips around with wide eyes, disbelief present on his face, ‘these files don’t contain much, I had just hoped to dissuade you from wishing to bed me simply because it seemed intriguing to you.’
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
‘Intriguing?’ Aventurine echoes faintly, ‘that doesn’t even cover half of it, Ratio,’ he lets out a groan, ‘you are genuinely so infuriating sometimes.’
‘I don’t mean to be?’ Ratio states and asks at the same time, and Aventurine runs a hand over his face.
‘That’s the worst part,’ Aventurine gripes, ‘d’you think I’d proposition you if I wasn’t the least bit interested in having sex with you outside of trying to prove a point?’
‘You’ve taken more drastic measures for less reward before,’ Ratio answers, and Aventurine hates that he really doesn’t have a rebuttal to that, because Ratio isn’t wrong.
Admitting his desire so openly feels raw and wrong and completely antithetical to the layers Aventurine purposefully puts between himself and the world, but it seems if he’s ever going to get through to Ratio at all, he has to drop his pretences, though he’s not sure how to do it, if he’s being honest with himself.
Just as Aventurine manages to cobble together some words in his brain that don’t sound Aeons-awful by his own estimation, Ratio’s voice breaks the silence, and completely scatters his thoughts to the wind.
‘Do you truly wish to bed me…? Aventurine, this would not be a game to me, I hope you are aware,’ Ratio states, and oh, he’s blushing, and Aventurine wants to see more of that approximately yesterday.
It’s almost too easy to reveal his hand to Ratio, ‘Not a game for me, either, doc,’ Aventurine swallows, his mouth going dry at the thought, ‘honestly, haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that mission.’
‘Just that mission?’ Ratio asks, his voice uncharacteristically unsure, and something hot drops into the pit of Aventurine’s stomach. He gets it now. Even if he states that pleasure is secondary to his estimations of what is important in the universe, Ratio wishes to be desired. The various ways Aventurine has defiled the good doctor’s body in his brain are itching for a way out, and now that it’s in sight, Aventurine cannot stop himself.
‘Long before then,’ he admits, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides so he doesn’t simply grab at Ratio’s clothes and haul him closer, to feel skin on skin and maybe, if he plays his cards right, lips on lips, ‘since Penacony.’
Ratio goes to answer, but Aventurine beats him to it.
‘Ratio, if we’re not gonna do this, you’ve gotta leave, because if you don’t, you’re gonna be privy to a lot of things you probably don’t want to see or hear,’ if Ratio didn’t want this, Aventurine wouldn’t push, but fuck, he needed to get off again, his cunt is painfully wet and aching behind the barrier of his clothes.
‘I do not wish to leave, however,’ Ratio pauses for a moment, clearly figuring out how to put into words what he wants to say, ‘I cannot guarantee you will not be disappointed. You are aware of my… inexperience, in these matters.’
‘Disappointed?’ Aventurine repeats, ‘Ratio, you know you’re stupidly hot, you hide your face from your students for that reason specifically, how could I be disappointed?’
Ratio flushes again, and it’s so charming, Aventurine rather thinks that his addictive personality has latched onto something new to obsess over. Better than his previous ones by any estimate, at least. Pushing his thighs together, Aventurine waves away warning signals in his brain.
He couldn’t interrupt this to go to the fucking bathroom.
Still, translating his desire into action now that he feels as if his very soul had been laid bare by Ratio’s infuriatingly earnest way of disarming his layers of self-defence is difficult, though he’s spoiled for choice for parts of Ratio’s body that he wants to touch now that he’s pretty damn sure he’s got the green light.
Ratio doesn’t stop him when Aventurine reaches out and places a hand over the fucking titty window his outfit contained. Aventurine knows he can’t be mad about it, he has one of his own, but stretched over the absurd bulk of Ratio’s pecs, the fabric of the window gapes and shows the delectable curve of fucking cleavage.
Aventurine didn’t have cleavage.
Ergo, a titty window on him is nowhere near as slutty as it is on Ratio.
The fact that Ratio is as buttoned up as he is, yet he dresses like this, is unfair.
When his hand moves down and rubs over the bulk of Ratio’s chest and that movement alone gets a hot little noise coming from the back of Ratio’s throat, Aventurine is sure that the other man is going to fucking kill him tonight. So sensitive.
‘Feels good?’ Aventurine asks, tongue feeling a little too large for his mouth, and Ratio nods, but doesn’t look at him, Aventurine senses a weakness.
‘Gonna need you to talk to me, doc, with your words. You’re pretty good at them usually, cat got your tongue?’ he asks, and winks at the other man, and the scowl that overtakes Ratio’s face thrills him like no other. It’s just so easy to rile Ratio up, despite his projection that he’s unbothered and unconcerned with the world, and Aventurines loves it.
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio complains, and before he can even process that he’s breaking every single boundary he usually keeps with partners, Aventurine is pushing forwards and bringing his lips to Ratio’s, unable to see the shape of his name on that infuriating mouth without kissing it off. Ratio makes a noise in the back of his throat and Aventurine hums into the kiss, congratulating himself on keeping it chaste, as to not overwhelm the other man straight out of the gate as he draws back.
Ratio pouts at him.
‘Is that it?’ he asks, sounding a little petulant, and deliriously, Aventurine is pretty sure that he can feel his own pupils widening with lust at the challenge.
‘Excuse me for keeping things tame,’ Aventurine responds, ‘didn’t want to overwhelm you, but you want it so bad, don’t you? Don’t even know what to do with yourself,’ Aventurine remarks, looking down at the way Ratio’s hands curl into fists and then relax, holding himself back from doing something. Aventurine didn’t want him to hold back.
Still, that little plead for more…
Aventurine presses another kiss to Ratio’s lips, this time pushing forwards and slotting their chests together, and oh, yes, he can feel that Ratio is already aroused, just from a little talk and a couple of kisses, and fuck, he’s the same, moaning into Ratio’s mouth as he pushes his hips forwards. His tongue presses at the seam of Ratio’s lips, and Ratio’s mouth drops open with a little whine, and Aventurine goes in for the kill.
Ratio’s mouth is hot and wet, and so very perfect, the taste of his last drink and the slight hint of mint making Aventurine’s chest burst with warmth at the idea that Ratio had thought that something might happen between them regardless of his words. Who would have a breath mint before coming over if they expected nothing to happen?
Chasing the feel of Ratio’s tongue is addictive, and Aventurine could do it forever, huffing out warm breaths thorough his nose against Ratio’s cheek as he keeps their lips locked, only for Ratio to draw back suddenly and gasp with a great, shuddering intake of air.
Oh, fuck, that shouldn’t make him as horny as it is. Ratio didn’t even know to not hold his breath while being kissed? Aventurine shudders, his cunt throbbing, desperate for some attention. Giving Ratio a second, Aventurine focuses on the feel of Ratio’s chest under his hands as he rubs his hands over the fabric of Ratio’s shirt, and grinning to himself as he hefts the weight of Ratio’s chest in his hand.
‘You’ve got tits, doctor,’ Aventurine says, and Ratio clicks his tongue with a grimace at Aventurine’s wording, but notably, he doesn’t say anything. Oh? Is Ratio aware how big his chest is, compared to the general populace?
How much does Ratio know?
Aventurine cannot wait to find out.
But first, he needs to get Ratio into his bedroom.
Stepping back is an exercise in restraint, doubly so when he can get a look at Ratio’s full body and the man shifts his weight, making the bulge of his cock through those pants all too obvious. Just from what Aventurine had felt against his stomach, he could tell that Ratio is big, and from the site of it straining for his touch through Ratio’s clothes, he knows that Ratio won’t last long.
But he’s never been one for shying away from pleasure. If they had to take a break to let Ratio get it up again, that’s fine by him, there’s no shortage of amazing parts of Ratio’s body to entertain himself with in the meantime. It would also give him time to tend to other needs, but that’s neither here nor there.
Turning away, Aventurine shoots a look over his shoulder, and smiles to himself when Ratio follows after him diligently, and whilst he normally wouldn’t prefer to be the one guiding someone through their first sexual experience - that’s a lot of responsibility - with Ratio he finds himself downright eager to teach the other man everything he knows.
It becomes real, the moment they cross the threshold into Aventurine’s bedroom, and Aventurine knows he’s not the only one who feels it based on the way Ratio is looking anywhere and everywhere that isn’t him, disguising anxiety as fascination with the way Aventurine decorated his living spaces.
‘Sit,’ Aventurine says, and watches, heat suffusing through him, as Ratio obeys, sitting on the edge of his bed stiffly, though the tension in Ratio’s frame just wouldn’t do.
‘I’m not going to hurt you, doctor,’ Aventurine teases, ‘not unless you figure out you’re into that.’
‘Gambler,’ Ratio starts, and Aventurine smirks.
‘Not calling me by my name any more? I’m hurt,’ he gives a false pout, and watches as Ratio blinks, and honestly, it’s incredibly satisfying to see the great Veritas Ratio so unsure with himself for once.
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio starts again, though he doesn’t seem to know what he wants to say next, and Aventurine takes it as good a sign as any that he should probably get a move on. His cunt is more than on-board with the idea, and he unbuttons the fly of his pants before standing in front of where Ratio is sat on his bed.
Like this, Ratio looks so vulnerable, and Aventurine just wants to eat him up. Even if Ratio came once and then couldn’t get it up for the rest of the night, he wouldn’t give a shit, he just needed to make Ratio come and see what he looked like in the throes of pleasure.
Aventurine steps closer and lifts a leg up to place a knee on the bed to the side of Ratio’s thighs, and Ratio’s fists clench in the bedsheets, but he doesn’t offer any protest. Instead, he’s staring directly ahead, and it doesn’t take long for Aventurine to realise that the other man is staring at the window in his shirt.
Let’s call that one revenge, shall we? Aventurine has only been driven insane by Ratio’s titty window a million times since meeting the man, so it’s only fair. Lifting himself onto the bed, Aventurine kneels over the breadth of Ratio’s thighs, and smirks down as the other man breaks his staring contest with Aventurine’s chest to look up at him, those red-gold eyes practically filled with wonder, as if he cannot believe what is happening to him.
And this is a man who estimated sex to be low priority, as things go? Aventurine doesn’t like to brag - much, he’s got pride just like anyone else - but somehow, he rather feels that estimation will have changed by the end of the night.
Hell, he’s probably witnessing it change in real time.
‘You can touch me, you know? ‘Aventurine asks, as he watches Ratio make a mess of his bedsheets, creasing the expensive fabric with the grip of his fingers, ‘that’s kind of the whole point of sex.’
One hand detaches from his bedsheets, and alights at his waist, and the touch would be entirely chaste, if Ratio’s hand wasn’t big enough to have the side of his hand overlapping Aventurine’s hipbone. As it is, Aventurine represses a shudder, and smiles.
‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’ he asks, and Ratio scowls.
‘I am not a child,’ Ratio huffs, and Aventurine barks out a laugh.
‘I should hope not, you’d be horribly overgrown if you were,’ Aventurine quips, before he takes the plunge and rests his own hand over the top of Ratio’s, swallowing at the heat he can feel radiating off the other man’s skin, ‘now, just start bringing your hand down-’
Ratio resists the movement, though, and his hand breaks free from Aventurine’s grasp rather easily as he slides it up instead, only moving his hand from the side of Aventurine’s body when the structure of his arm gets in his way, and then, that large hand is passion over his chest and Aventurine is shivering at the feel of such warmth against the window in his shirt.
‘I…’ Ratio stalls, and Aventurine presses his chest up into Ratio’s touch, and they’re so close that they could easily kiss again, but Aventurine wants to hear Ratio’s words almost as much as he wants to feel more of Ratio’s touch on bare skin, ‘I do not want to rush,’ Ratio eventually gets out, looking to the side, ‘I know enough that I understand that this act isn’t entirely perfunctory, and I-’
‘If you’re asking to touch my tits, you can just say so,’ Aventurine smirks as Ratio blinks and splutters, words failing him, ‘just don’t break my shirt buttons with your massive hands, I don’t have time to get a new one tailored.’
Oh, Ratio takes him so seriously, it’s almost adorable, and surprisingly hot. Ratio’s other hand comes up, and then he’s painstakingly slowly undoing each and every button of Aventurine’s shirt, and if he didn’t know better, he’d take Ratio for a tease for how slow he’s going. Mother-of-pearl rimmed with gold slips through each button-hole, and Aventurine finds himself holding his breath as Ratio finishes unbuttoning his shirt and the slinky fabric falls away from his chest and stomach, revealing his physique to the doctor.
There’s not much to him, at least compared to Ratio’s impressive musculature, Aventurine thinks. He’s rail-thin, never able to put much weight on for long until it falls off him, and though he’s definitely heavier than he has been in a while - evidenced by the slight plushness of fat at his hips, and the way his chest pushes out a little more than usual - he’s still much less bulky than Ratio by sheer nature of his stature.
There’s no defined muscle over his chest, no abs on his stomach, and certainly no damn cleavage between the tiny peaks of his tits. Considering there’s barely anything fucking there most of the time, he’d never opted for the conventional option of surgery, but now he’s almost wishing that he had, so that there’s something interesting on his torso aside from a smattering of freckles and aged scars he barely thinks about any more.
Still, Ratio is staring, and not doing anything, and Aventurine isn’t quite sure what to make of the good doctor’s inaction.
‘It’s rude to stare,’ he eventually sighs out, and Ratio blinks, as if coming back into himself from wherever his mind had wandered, and then his face flushes a bright pink before he reaches out with both hands. Said hands grasp at his waist, and Aventurine barely doesn’t whimper at the realisation that Ratio’s thumbs are touching over the slight pudge of his stomach as the tips of his index fingers just meet over the curve of his spine.
Fuck, that’s…
Ratio lets go of his waist and Aventurine sighs as Ratio finally gets the bravery to touch him other than to just feel his skin, those hands of his sliding up until they’re bracketed either side of his ribs. Ratio’s thumbs stop just short of rubbing over the peaks of Aventurine’s nipples, and Aventurine shifts on his knees as he looks down at the other man.
‘You can touch,’ he says, and though he’s giving Ratio permission, it somewhat feels like he’s begging for the other man to do something, yet as the pads of Ratio’s thumbs rub over both nipples, he still jolts from the zap of sensation down his spine into the pit of his stomach as his cunt throbs.
Ratio does it again, once, twice, at the same amount of pressure, and it’s almost like he’s cataloguing the way Aventurine reacts - squirming, biting his lip, he can’t let Ratio know how much these tentative, virginal touches were turning him on, it’s humiliating - and storing that information away in his infuriatingly big brain for later.
The idea of doing this again makes something in Aventurine’s chest howl.
Ratio’s index fingers smooth over his chest, and then Ratio is fucking pinching his nipples, not particularly hard, but just the pressure, the sensation, and sheer knowledge of it is enough to make Aventurine moan. Emboldened by his reaction, Ratio does it again, and Aventurine drops lower, barely holding himself up as he tries to stop himself from becoming so embarrassingly into everything that Ratio is doing.
They’ve barely even fucking done anything, and Aventurine can’t stop his brain from taking breaks from reality just to bask in pleasure.
He really needs to get them back on track.
Aventurine swallows as he lowers himself fully onto Ratio’s thighs, and oh, he can already feel the heat of Ratio’s arousal between them as Ratio’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, the scholar’s forehead coming to rest against Aventurine’s shoulder as he shudders.
Those fingers don’t stop rubbing over his chest, though.
Pushing his hips forwards, the moan that Aventurine manages to startle out of Ratio’s throat is going to be engraved into the back of his brain forever as Ratio’s hands drop away from his chest, but instead of clenching them in his bedsheets again, Ratio grabs desperately onto his hips, as if he could anchor himself in the presence of Aventurine’s body, even though Aventurine is the cause of his overwhelm.
Far too fucking cute.
This massive man, so very smart and so very respected, can barely hold on as Aventurine grinds up against his dick like they’re two teenagers too concerned with feeling good to take off their clothes.
Ratio moans again, and Aventurine feels no small pulse of pride in his chest as he lets out a low laugh, ‘Feeling good?’ he asks, and Ratio doesn’t even scold him or scowl, merely nodding his head against his shoulder, and fuck, that really is too hot. Had he already reduced Ratio to the point of not being able to use his words? Just how much more could he do to this man?
What would Ratio be like when he finally got to put his stupidly big cock inside of Aventurine?
Aventurine cards his fingers through Ratio’s thick hair and pulls, and Ratio moans as he goes with the movement and everything he finds out about this man in bed is fucking targeted at Aventurine specifically, because Ratio looks fucking dazed as those red-gold eyes - pupils dilated - hazily focus on his face.
‘More to it than this,’ Aventurine smirks, ‘though if you wanna come so badly, you can do it just like this, I wouldn’t be mad.’
Ratio’s head tips back with a moan and Aventurine’s eyes go wide at the feel of Ratio’s cock twitching between them, beneath his clothes, with a rhythmic pulse that Aventurine knows all too well from disappointing lays he’s had in his life.
This is far from disappointing, though. Pulling at Ratio’s hair again, Aventurine swallows as the man practically keens, and then Aventurine is letting go of Ratio’s hair to shove a hand between them and stroke over the bulge of Ratio’s cock, Ratio kicking his hips up against the touch hard enough that he almost completely dislodges Aventurine off his lap.
Ratio pants as he comes down from his high, and fuck, Aventurine could probably come himself if he let himself grind against the feel of Ratio’s cock a little more, but he should probably start winding things down a bit as to not overwhelm the man underneath him fully.
Aventurine moves to sit up, and Ratio’s hands, which had moved from his hips when he’d started to come, grab at his hips again faster than Aventurine can process, and then Ratio is looking at him, all mussed hair and banked heat in those red-gold eyes.
‘Where are you going?’ Ratio asks, voice deep and a little petulant, and pulls him closer, and Aventurine moans.
Fuck, he’d wanted to - but it’s clear Ratio wants more.
‘That can’t be comfortable,’ Aventurine rubs over the feel of Ratio’s cock underneath his palm again, the fabric practically fucking squelching from being saturated with the results of Ratio’s release, but Ratio’s cock simply twitches and throbs, as hard as he’d been before he’d come.
‘It - it is strange,’ Ratio grits out, a groan trailing off the end of his words, and oh, Aventurine is going to have fun with this.
‘Mmm, I’m sure I can do better than “strange”,’ Aventurine hums, and then he’s reluctantly withdrawing his hand to pry Ratio’s fingers off his hips, ‘but you’re gonna have to let me go if you want anything else to happen.’
Ratio huffs, and for a moment, Aventurine wonders if the doctor is going to acquiesce at all or if they’ll just rut together until one of them can’t take it any more, and then he’s letting go of Aventurine’s hips and gives Aventurine the freedom he needs to really blow Ratio’s mind.
If Ratio came so fast from just dry-humping, how fast would he come if Aventurine sucked his dick?
His knees protest as he lifts himself off Ratio’s lap and brings himself to stand in front of the man, and protest even more as he kneels, but fuck it, Aventurine hasn’t let worse pain stop him from less tempting things before. Ratio’s eyes go wide as Aventurine hooks his hands behind the bulk of those thick calves and urges Ratio to sit further forwards on the edge of his bed.
‘Gambler, you-’
Aventurine interrupts Ratio’s words with a low laugh, ‘What? Don’t worry doc, I know what I’m doing, I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want it, but I don’t think you’re at that level just yet,’ Aventurine moves his hands, and as he alights on the button of Ratio’s pants, one of those large hands is grasping at his wrist, stopping his movements.
Aventurine looks up, heart thudding in his chest. Did Ratio not want this? He’s adjustable, that’s fine, but -
‘I am - some of the research I engaged with before this lists difficulty in certain acts being performed due to quirks of physiology,’ Ratio stumbles over his words, tongue thick with lust still, and Aventurine blinks as his brain tries to parse just what the good doctor is getting at.
‘Unless your dick just suddenly disappeared, there’s nothing that you could have going on down there that would make me not wanna do this,’ Aventurine arches a brow, and pets over the still very present bulge of Ratio’s cock, with throbs under his fingers, as if eager to make his acquaintance again, ‘and I can feel that hasn’t happened.’
Ratio sighs loudly though his nose, though Aventurine notes with no small amount of heat in the pit of his stomach that the other man can’t stop himself from slyly pressing up into Aventurine’s touch, ‘You are misunderstanding me,’ Ratio grits out, and forcibly stills his hips, though Aventurine supposes he’s not helping the man’s self-control, ‘partners of a certain, ngh, size, make oral intercourse uncomfortable.’
Aventurine barks out a laugh, rubbing a finger up the not inconsiderable length of Ratio’s cock under the man’s pants, and it twitches, ‘Are you trying to say you’re too big for me to suck your cock?’ he asks, and Ratio groans and tips his head back, supporting himself with both hands planted to the sides of his hip.
‘In, in less crass terms, yes,’ Ratio admits, looking down at him again, heat swimming in his gaze, ‘I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, just for -’
‘Ratio,’ Aventurine deadpans, ‘I am going to suck your cock. If you actually don’t want it instead of just being worried about me, say so.’
Ratio presses his lips together, and doesn’t say anything.
Perfect.
The hand grabbing at his withdraws and frees him up to continue undoing Ratio’s pants, and when he gets the button and fly open, Ratio lets out a hot little sigh at the release of pressure of his cock, and Aventurine presses his thighs together as his cunt throbs. Fuck, this really is just too much. Each reaction Ratio gives makes Aventurine want him more, and Ratio is so reactive to everything he does that it might just drive Aventurine insane before the night is out.
Not to mention, he’d been expecting to have to let Ratio recover at bit, but by the shape of his cock still pushing up against the now looser fabric of his pants, he’s still raring to go even after an orgasm - his first orgasm, and Aventurine is greedy enough to be disappointed that he couldn’t see it happen, even though he’d goaded Ratio into it - and somehow, still cognizant.
Aventurine needs to up his game if Ratio is still able to talk to him.
Tugging at the waistband of Ratio’s pants - and giving a hum as he thumbs at purple silken underwear, nice choice - Aventurine urges Ratio to lift up his hips so he’s able to pull Ratio’s pants and underwear down in one swift movement, leaving the bottom half of Ratio’s body free to peruse with greedy eyes, even as he watches Ratio hunch in on himself a bit as he settles back down onto the edge of the bed.
As if this isn’t possibly the largest cock Aventurine has ever seen in his life, and Aventurine wouldn’t hesitate to say that he’s seen into the triple-digits worth of cocks in his work for the IPC.
What could he say? Sex is very good at motivating people to do things they normally wouldn’t agree with.
It takes everything Aventurine has to not sit there and jerk Ratio off and tell him how good his cock looked, how it felt, how badly Aventurine wants it. Instead, he pushes a hand against Ratio’s lower stomach, urging him to straighten back out.
‘Relax,’ Aventurine purrs, even as his mind races for how he’s going to manage to fit this cock in his mouth, ‘can’t do anything with you all hunched up like that.’
Ratio doesn’t answer, but he also doesn’t curl back over in an attempt to hide himself, so Aventurine considers it a win.
Trailing his hand down Ratio’s unfairly sculpted stomach - only the slightest hint at softness betraying an otherwise largely sedentary life outside of his workout schedule - Aventurine pets over neatly trimmed pubic hair and huffs a small laugh at the confirmation of Ratio’s purple hair being entirely natural.
His hand doesn’t even fully fit around the base of Ratio’s cock, though his focus is drawn away from Ratio’s size by the way Ratio shudders and lets out an audible noise of overwhelm as his hips kick up just from Aventurine holding him at his base.
He’d have to employ all of the tricks of the trade he’d learnt so that Ratio didn’t choke him with his absolute monster of a cock, though Aventurine can’t say he’s dreading the prospect at all. Some part of him needs to prove to Ratio that Aventurine - that sex - is worth the effort of connection.
Shuffling closer, Aventurine shivers as the seam of his pants - tighter than anything, honestly, he’s not sure why he’d wrangled himself back into them save for decency’s sake - pushes against the shape of his cunt as the fabric is drawn taut. If he positioned himself right, he’d be able to get some stimulation just by moving his hips, though his attention is mostly on the prize in front of his face.
Would it be sloppy if he just… rubbed Ratio’s cock against his face? He kind of just wants to feel it before he gets his mouth around it.
Before he can convince himself out of doing it, Aventurine presses his cheek to the heat of Ratio’s cock and hums low in his throat as it twitches against his face, smearing come from Ratio’s hands-free orgasm and new pre-cum alike over his skin. Ratio is looking down at him, those red-gold eyes unblinking, and Aventurine smirks as the man’s cock throbs against his face.
Oh, he had Ratio exactly where he wanted him, and now he could take him even higher.
Withdrawing just enough, Aventurine looks up at Ratio through his lashes as he brings his mouth closer to Ratio’s cock, before pressing a coy kiss to the head of it. Ratio lets out a downright wounded noise, and his cock jerks against Aventurine’s lips, painting them with a translucent sheen of arousal.
So responsive…
Aventurine wants to tease more, he really does, but he doesn’t think he can last much longer himself without taking Ratio in his mouth, and so he opens his mouth and pushes himself down over the fat head of Ratio’s cock, barely able to fit the thing between his teeth at all. There’s no way he could avoid his teeth touching Ratio’s cock entirely, but maybe, just maybe, it would be fine.
The way Ratio is sweating and panting for breath already seems to be a good indicator that what Aventurine is doing feels good, at least. Flattening his tongue to run over the sensitive head of Ratio’s cock, Aventurine pre-emptively brings his free hand to Ratio’s hip to push at it, even if he really had no hope of being able to restrain someone as bulky as Ratio with just one hand.
Still, it serves as a warning, and Ratio’s thrust up changes into a shiver that runs the length of his body, making Aventurine smirk lopsidedly as best he can around his mouthful. Pressing his thighs together and rocking his own hips forwards for a bit of stimulation from his clothes, Aventurine focuses on taking Ratio deeper into his mouth. When the fat head of his cock nudges up against Aventurine’s soft palate with still a few inches before he reaches where he has fingers curled around the base of Ratio’s length, Aventurine wonders if he’s managed to get in over his head.
Ratio, meanwhile, looks like a work of art, even more gorgeous than the classical bust he hid himself behind, and Aventurine understands why he does it now more than ever. If anyone could see Ratio, could see the way he reacted, the way his eyes rolled, and he bit at his bottom lip and blushed so perfectly, they’d be unable to look away.
An erotic portrait of pleasure beyond compare.
Pressing his tongue up against the underside of Ratio’s cock as best as he can with the weight of it pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, Aventurine considers his options. He could take Ratio fully into his throat, and ruin his voice for days, and everyone around him would know he’d gotten a good dicking, or he could pause here and get Ratio off with his tongue alone.
His choice is made for him by the way Ratio whines, and tries to press further into his mouth despite there being no room and Aventurine’s hand grasping warningly at his hip.
Pushing himself further down makes Ratio moan out loud as the head of his cock nudges and pushes harder, before he’s pushing at the back of Aventurine’s throat, and the lewd sound of wet skin on skin as Aventurine takes in deep breaths through his nose burns at the back of his brain. Patting at Ratio’s hip, Aventurine looks up at the other man, before he swallows, and the constriction of his throat just near the head of Ratio’s cock has the moan’s mouth dropping open before he pushes up, tentative.
When Aventurine doesn’t pull back, and doesn’t stop him, he presses further forwards, and Aventurine hums as he feels Ratio’s cock breach the entrance to his throat. Fuck, it’s been a while since he’s had the pleasure of servicing someone large enough to make him actually have to think about how he’s going to go about it, and longer still since he’s deeply wanted to do it, instead of using his attractiveness as a bartering chip.
Ratio is going to ruin him at this rate.
His throat tries to convulse, not used to being so thoroughly tested, and Aventurine quashes the urge with no mercy as he presses himself closer to give himself a better angle, and eventually, his lips touch against his fingers curled at the base of Ratio’s cock. This is dangerous, he thinks dizzily, because Ratio is big enough that it’s downright impossible for Aventurine to breathe with Ratio fully pushed into his throat, and Aventurine loves it.
Removing his fingers from the base of Ratio’s cock, Aventurine makes that final push, and hums lower in his throat, brain lighting up at the way Ratio trembles, noises of pleasure reduced to needy, animalistic things as he barely stops himself from grabbing at Aventurine, and paradoxically, Ratio’s hesitance only makes Aventurine want the man to be rougher.
Call him a walking contradiction, but with Ratio not immediately assuming he could take what he wants, Aventurine wants to give him carte blanche to do anything that brilliant brain could manage to think of under the burning heat of sex and pleasure.
Just as his brain begins to tingle and lightheadedness begins to set in, Aventurine pulls back, until only the tip of Ratio’s cock is resting over the top of his tongue, and oh, the way his cock looks, wet with Aventurine’s saliva and so thick, is perfect, and Aventurine wants more. He did that, he’d taken Ratio fully inside of his mouth and throat, and he had ruined Ratio in the meantime for anyone else.
Good.
Pulling off fully, Aventurine directs a sloppy little smirk up at the good doctor, ‘Think you could fuck my throat? Impressed you didn’t come as soon as I got you in my mouth.’
Ratio shivers, and lets out an overwrought groan, ‘Gambler-’
‘Ah-ah, is that any way to refer to someone who is so kindly sucking you off?’ Aventurine teases, and watches as Ratio’s flush spreads down from his face to fetchingly colour the top of his neck.
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio rasps out, and then Aventurine is blushing, though he’s glad that Ratio isn’t much paying attention to his face given the way he’s suddenly too shy to look Aventurine in the eye, ‘you are - how do you…?’
Aventurine isn’t sure what Ratio is asking him, but honestly, he’s just impressed he’s managed to reduce a man of so many words to fractions of sentences, and whiny little questions that set the pit of Aventurine’s stomach on fire.
Dipping his head down again, Aventurine presses another - sloppier, this time - kiss to the head of Ratio’s cock, which throbs against his lips, ‘Do what you want,’ Aventurine murmurs low, heated, ‘I can handle it.’
Another groan, ‘I don’t - Aventurine, I do not know if I will be able to stop myself,’ Ratio rushes out, and oh, had they already reached the part where the doctor’s self-control is failing to engage entirely?
Aventurine huffs an indulgent laugh against the feel of Ratio’s cock at his mouth, ‘That’s kind of the point,’ he says, and before Ratio can retort, argue that he didn’t want to hurt Aventurine - which, aside from pulling away and stopping this entirely, Aventurine is pretty sure he couldn’t do, at this point - Aventurine takes Ratio’s cock in his mouth once more.
Removing his hand from Ratio’s hip, Aventurine taps against the man’s thigh, before he brings his hand down and between his own legs, needing some relief as Ratio experimentally thrusts up into his mouth, forcing Aventurine to take him right to the back of his throat in one fell swoop.
Moaning headily, Aventurine bobs his head down as Ratio pushes against him again, and then he’s taking Ratio back into his throat as if the man belongs there, and fuck, if Aventurine had his way he’d spend the majority of his time on his knees between Ratio’s thighs, worshipping the man, because there’s no way that Ratio should have gone as long as he has without having someone show their appreciation for his body in this way.
He’d just be making up for lost time, and if Aventurine happened to get off on it as well, that’s a bonus in his books.
Ratio pushes and pushes again until Aventurine’s nose is pushed up against trimmed purple hair, and then a large hand cards fingers through his hair and tugs not-too-gently and the slight sting only enhances the pleasure singing through his nerves as Aventurine hurriedly unbuttons his pants - blindly, he’s gotten quite good at it over the years, though this is no performance, it’s actual need - and shoves his hand into his underwear.
His cock is hard, poking out from under it’s hood, and Aventurine’s eyes flutter as he rubs his fingertips over the sensitive head of it, finally getting some relief and just as black starts to encroach on his vision, Ratio pulls his head back and he can breathe again. The rush of oxygen does wonders for the heat burning through his entire body, and then Ratio fucks back into his mouth and throat and starts up a rhythm that Aventurine can only call sloppy, but fuck, it’s perfect for just how imperfect it is.
Of course Ratio’s movements would stutter, of course he would push himself too deep into Aventurine’s throat for too long, just edging on discomfort, and of course he wouldn’t be able to think of pulling out of Aventurine’s throat fully each time he drew back.
Aventurine loves it.
The throb of Ratio’s length over the top of his tongue clues him in before anything else, but then, oh, then, Ratio certainly isn’t quiet about the way his pleasure rises, and Aventurine hadn’t expected the good doctor to be so… whiny.
‘Aventurine -’ Ratio pants, cutting himself off with a moan as he pulls on Aventurine’s hair, fucking back into the tight, wet heart of Aventurine’s throat, ‘you- I cannot, you feel - too good-!’
Moaning low in his throat, Aventurine closes his eyes, and rubs over the engorged jut of his cock, and just as he rubs over the head of it again, Ratio’s hips stutter against his face and then Ratio is pushing him onto his cock and holding him there as Ratio moans to the high ceiling of his bedroom and comes down his throat.
A blaze of pleasure surges from the pit of Aventurine’s stomach, and he reaches up to remove Ratio’s fingers from his hair to pull back and taste Ratio’s orgasm as his own rocks through him and leaves him soaking through the expensive weave of his underwear. The salt-tang of Ratio’s pleasure coats the back of his tongue, and then Ratio is shivering, and pulling away, and Aventurine sighs through his nose as he finally lets Ratio withdraw.
Ratio’s cock looks obscene. Wet with saliva, barely holding itself up under its own weight, and smeared with come.
Aventurine needs it inside of him yesterday.
Hurriedly pulling his hand out of his pants, Aventurine brings himself to his feet, and oh, Ratio’s eyes on him feels more intense than any kind of pressure he’s experienced before, and he wants it all the time. As much as he wants to take things slow, to tease Ratio with each reveal of skin below the belt, Aventurine is desperate, and he needs to get any and all barriers that could come between them off his body now.
Sliding his pants and underwear off, Aventurine shivers at the relatively cool air of the bedroom on his skin, and the way Ratio looks at him. He’s not had much time to shave, lately, finding himself sent from pillar to post and back again for a second trip just for the fun of it, but Ratio simply makes a wounded noise and his cock twitches and Aventurine finds it hard to care about the lack of his usual grooming when he had Ratio in his bed.
‘Lay back,’ Aventurine rushes out, and unlike himself, Ratio obeys easily, lowering his back to Aventurine’s bedsheets, and some part of Aventurine never wants to wash them again, regardless of how filthy it would be. For all he knows, this could be a onetime thing for the doctor, and likely is, so he should probably savour this as much as he can.
Shaking the thought out of his head, Aventurine mounts the bed over Ratio’s hips again, and the feel of Ratio’s muscular thighs pressing on the insides of his knees is unbelievable, and Aventurine has to stop himself from laughing with the giddiness that builds up in his chest.
He’d known, objectively, that he’s attracted to Veritas Ratio, how could he not be? But to actually have him here, in Aventurine’s bed?
Still, as much as he’d love to rush, he really shouldn’t try and take Ratio’s cock without working himself up a little more, and he’s about to dip his hands between his legs when Ratio grips his wrist, making Aventurine look up at his face.
Ratio blinks, and stalls for his words for a moment, and Aventurine finds it rather cute, even as he finds himself impatient for what Ratio is clearly gearing himself up to say.
‘Should I not,’ Ratio starts, and swallows, his cheeks colouring, ‘should I not return the favour?’ he asks, and Aventurine blinks, then shudders as heat rushes through him at the doctor’s implication.
‘You don’t need to,’ Aventurine rushes out, all too aware that he’s pushing the limits of his self-restraint as far as biological needs go. Having Ratio between his thighs is a recipe for disaster, when he’s this wound up, but also… isn’t it unfair to deny Ratio this learning experience, given this is his first time? An incomplete picture of sex for the good doctor just wouldn’t do.
It’s terribly foolish, but Ratio’s next words, earnest and eager, are too much for him to resist.
‘I would… I wish to do so, if you would have me,’ Ratio murmurs, turning his head to the side when he can’t exactly manage asking to give Aventurine oral sex and make eye contact with him at the same time. Shy partners usually turned Aventurine off, he preferred people who knew what they wanted, but this is more than Aventurine could have ever bargained for, and maybe he’s re-calculating his tastes to have one glaring, Dr. Ratio-shaped exception.
They’d have to move, because as much as Aventurine would love to ride Ratio’s face until he came all over the man, that wouldn’t be exactly conducive to teaching him anything, or proving a point, but hell, if Ratio wants to do it, who is Aventurine to stop him? It strikes him, then, that this is the same man who had admitted, only a day previous, that he didn’t see the point in sex as a pastime, and Aventurine huffs a private little laugh to himself.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
Clambering off Ratio’s lap as fast as he’d positioned himself over the other man, Aventurine makes his way up his bed, laying his head back on the pillows, and beckons Ratio to follow. The shift of muscle under Ratio’s skin and the way his body looks as he turns himself onto his hands and knees is a sight to behold, and not for the first time, Aventurine is wishing he had his phone to hand instead of on the floor in his pants pocket to take a picture to immortalise the view in front of him.
Ratio would probably get upset if he tried, though.
Spreading his legs is as second nature to Aventurine as is schmoozing potential partners for the IPC, and yet, it feels different, admitting Ratio between his thighs, knowing that his body is the first one Ratio has ever touched in a manner like this. The man didn’t even get himself off, for fuck’s sake, and he’s looking at Aventurine as if he’d hung the very stars themselves.
Aventurine looks away, even as his eyes scream to be graced with Ratio’s gorgeous body again.
Those large hands grasp at his knees, and Aventurine swallows, trying to settle his heartbeat.
‘What happened to not finding sex to be so important?’ Aventurine asks, voice lightly teasing, as he tries to redirect his thoughts away from the intensity of the feeling in his chest, and the weight of Ratio’s gaze on his body.
‘My priorities have shifted,’ Ratio answers simply, and Aventurine can’t help but shiver at that. Concise, straightly delivered, and strangely romantic, seductive.
‘Do you even know what you’re doing?’ Aventurine asks, and it’s a stupid question, because of course Ratio doesn’t, but it gives him something to say, and it gives Ratio something to respond to, to let Aventurine stop thinking about the fact he’d somehow shifted Ratio’s paradigm on sex so thoroughly in, what, the space of a half-hour?
‘I can learn,’ Ratio says, and then those large hands are trailing up the insides of his thighs, and Ratio’s touch feels fucking reverent, and if Aventurine doesn’t shut this awful man up soon, he’s going to say something stupid like he loves the man and bring this all to an end.
‘The great Dr. Veritas Ratio being my student? I’m flattered,’ Aventurine responds, and then Ratio’s fingers - nails well-trimmed, skin smooth and clearly extensively cared for - are tracing around the shape of his cunt, and Aventurine isn’t afraid to admit the way his cock throbs where it’s framed by flushed skin and dampened blonde curls.
‘Learning is the purpose of my station, if you aren’t already aware,’ Ratio states, and Aventurine groans, and reaches out, pushing his fingers through thick purple hair and pushing Ratio’s head down, desperate to feel something instead of playing the game of bantering back and forth. Each word he says is a gamble as to whether he’ll say what he plans or something ruinous, and for once, he’d rather not tempt fate.
‘If you’re so eager to learn, then get to it,’ Aventurine gripes, though the way Ratio hums and then brings one of his fingers to push up under the shape of his cock makes him jolt. Being studied like this isn’t exactly something he’s used to, not any more, but unlike back then, it feels warm, as if there’s no way he couldn’t pass muster.
‘You’re quite big,’ Ratio murmurs, and Aventurine curls his toes against the bedsheets and tips his head back with an exasperated groan, his cheeks flushed red.
‘So are you,’ Aventurine quips, and then his mouth opens on a moan as Ratio takes the time then to duck his head down and press a kiss to the head of Aventurine’s cock, much as Aventurine had done earlier, and something strange fizzes in Aventurine’s chest when he realises that Ratio is copying him, albeit adjusting for the difference in their anatomy.
Ratio’s movements are unpracticed and novice, but fuck, they’re eager, as he presses kisses everywhere he can reach before his tongue comes into play, and Aventurine is sure he hadn’t teased Ratio this much and is about to say as such when Ratio’s nose bumps against his cock as that eager mouth descends, tongue pressing past the shape of his labia to tease at the entrance of his cunt.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Ratio hums against his skin and pulls back, and before the man can make some sort of remark, Aventurine cants his hips up. Less talking, more doing, and when he pulls at Ratio’s thick hair and makes the man’s words dissolve into a low groan, the good doctor thankfully understand and re-focuses his attention on working his tongue around Aventurine’s cunt.
Each tentative press of muscle makes Aventurine shift, makes him sigh, and pulling at Ratio’s hair each time Ratio does something he likes soon rewards him with Ratio honing in on the most sensitive spots of his body, nose nudging up under the jut of his cock and tongue circling around the entrance to his cunt as if Ratio is savouring the taste of him on his tongue.
Who let this man be so good at this, when he’s had no prior experience?
Aventurine’s had worse oral sex from men who frequented so many others’ beds it put his own whorishness to shame.
Looking over Ratio, instead of focusing on the way the man seems to be dedicated to worshipping Aventurine’s cunt is a mistake, though. The shift of Ratio’s hips is clear, indicative that he’s taking pleasure from this too, grinding down against Aventurine’s silken-soft bedsheets as his tongue makes Aventurine wonder if Ratio’s inexperience is a lie.
The slightly unpleasant pressure as Ratio nudges his face closer dispels that notion, at least. Even as Ratio moans against the surface of his cunt, Aventurine could pick out any number of imperfections, but they really don’t matter because fuck, it feels amazing, and Ratio is doing his best and Aventurine can barely fucking handle it any more.
Ratio withdraws for a moment and pants for breath, and the bottom half of his face is soaked in the evidence of Aventurine’s arousal, and Aventurine at least has the grace to feel embarrassed for approximately half a second before Ratio dives back in like a man possessed.
His lips close around Aventurine’s cock, and Aventurine jerks, letting out a heady moan as he pushes his hips up and Ratio’s face down, pleasure sparking down his spine and settling in the pit of his stomach as it swirls and pulls with each unpracticed movement Ratio makes. It takes him a moment, of fumbling experimentation, to be able to suck on Aventurine’s cock and pet his fingers over the shape of Aventurine’s hole in a somewhat cohesive rhythm, but by the time the tip of Ratio’s middle finger presses more intently against the entrance to his cunt, Aventurine is gone.
Arching with a cry, he feels his muscles clench and release in an erratic rhythm as pleasure surges through his nerves, and fuck, he’s soaking Ratio’s face and the sheets beneath him, tightening muscles just enough to not humiliate himself as Ratio lets out a rumbling, low moan against him. Distantly, Aventurine catches the way Ratio’s hips stutter and still against the bed, and the knowledge that Ratio had come simply from just making Aventurine come is enough to make him fucking dizzy.
Where had this infuriatingly handsome and perfectly imperfect man been his entire life?
As he comes down from his peak, Aventurine hopes against hope that Ratio can keep it up just long enough so he can feel the weight of him carve into his cunt and leave a lasting impression, and the way Ratio looks up at him, eyes darkened and full of promise, makes his pussy throb against the shape of Ratio’s jaw.
‘Get up,’ Aventurine grits out, ‘get up and fuck me right now.’
Ratio shivers, and does as he’s told, and oh, the way he flinches minutely at the drag of fabric against sensitive skin makes Aventurine feel sorry for how much he’s wearing this man out for this first time for a few seconds, before a feral need snaps into place. Turning himself over onto his knees, Aventurine presses his face into his pillows for a second to cool the blush on his cheeks.
‘Are you waiting for an invitation?’ Aventurine gripes when Ratio doesn’t come closer, and then, finally, Ratio is getting as close to him as Aventurine needs him to be.
‘Will it-? Ratio gets as far as asking, and Aventurine groans.
‘Yes,’ he begs, ‘spent my entire afternoon riding a toy thinking about this, it’ll fit,’ though Aventurine’s not sure given that Ratio outstripped his favourite toy by no small margin and that toy is big to begin with, he can’t imagine interrupting himself to tease with fingers and stretching, he needs Ratio’s cock now.
Ratio swears behind him, uncharacteristically, and Aventurine hates the fact he’d chosen this position because he’d love to see the way Ratio’s lips formed around the unusual profanity, but he’s here waiting for Ratio to line himself up and unable to see like a fucking idiot. Ratio shuffles closer on his knees, and the inelegance of the movement is charming, though when he feels the fat head of Ratio’s cock nudge against the curve of his cunt, any idea of cuteness is thrown out of the metaphorical window.
Ratio lines himself up, spends an agonising half a minute checking and checking again that he’s positioned right, and when those hips push forwards with a force Aventurine hadn’t expected - although he should have, from his wonderfully bull-headed doctor - the head of Ratio’s cock slips and Ratio slots himself between Aventurine’s thighs, the bulk of his cock rubbing up against Aventurine’s cunt and the head barely not ramming right up against Aventurine’s own cock.
Aventurine lets out a moan at the sensation, slippery and wet, though it doesn’t fill that gnawing ache in him, means that Ratio isn’t fucking him, but the wet silk of his cunt and his thighs must be enough for the doctor, who groans as if he’s experiencing heaven as he starts to rut between Aventurine’s legs. Each nudge of the head of his cock up against Aventurine’s cock is a tease, a promise of something more, and an eclipsing blow to his nerves, but Aventurine needs more before Ratio lets himself get carried away.
‘St - ah, - Ratio, stop,’ Aventurine manages to grit out, and Ratio stops moving as if his life depends on it, though Aventurine doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches against the seam of his pussy.
‘Patience,’ Aventurine sighs out, as if he’s not the most impatient man in the world, ‘do you actually wanna fuck me or just rub against me ‘til you come?’
‘I - apologies,’ Ratio murmurs, clearly humbled, and draws back, and Aventurine didn’t want to embarrass the man, just -
‘It’s fine, I promise,’ Aventurine responds, ‘just line up, and push in, don’t… don’t rush it, and it’ll be fine,’ despite his words, though, Aventurine almost, almost let Ratio carry on, because the rush of knowing that Ratio simply couldn’t control himself any more is sitting at the back of Aventurine’s brain, ready to resurface at the most inopportune times.
Ratio repositions himself again, and nudges the head of his cock up against the entrance to Aventurine’s cunt, and Aventurine grinds back with a little, controlled circle of his hips, even though he wants to slam himself back until every inch of that glorious cock is stuffed deep in his cunt and Ratio has no choice but to come.
This time, it goes better, and the head of Ratio’s cock catches against Aventurine’s entrance before he’s starting to push inside, and Aventurine swallows back a shout at the feel of his cunt stretching to accommodate Ratio’s absurd cock. Behind him, Ratio moans desperately, and sways alarmingly, before he’s laying himself over Aventurine’s back and pressing all of that glorious bulk on top of Aventurine as his muscles tremble with the restraint it takes to not immediately fuck into the divine heat of Aventurine’s cunt.
Like this, everything feels so much hotter, and when Ratio noses at the curve of Aventurine’s neck - thankfully the side without his brand, though Aventurine surprises himself when he realises he wouldn’t exactly mind Ratio touching there, where no one has since he’d freed himself - and begins to talk, Aventurine can’t help but whine.
‘Aventurine,’ Ratio gasps raggedly, voice wet with desire, ‘tell me- tell me to stop, because I don’t - I cannot,’ he mutters, near nonsensical, and Aventurine shivers.
Why would he do that? Why would he tell Ratio to stop, when they’re so close?
‘Don’t stop,’ Aventurine whispers, barely loud enough for the other man to hear, though Aventurine is sure he does, given the way he whimpers and his hips push forwards, plunging a few inches of that cock into Aventurine’s cunt in an addictive slide before Ratio forces himself still.
‘You are - ngh, making this very difficult-’ Ratio gasps out, and Aventurine huffs.
‘Good,’ he emphasises, and then he’s pushing his hips back and Ratio’s cock - bare, fuck, he’s not done something this risky in ages - is pushing fully inside of him and filling him completely, and Aventurine lets out a ragged moan as he feels the head of Ratio’s cock nudge right up against his cervix, nearly painful in its intensity.
As if a seal had been broken, Ratio moves, and Aventurine has all of a second to appreciate the thick feel of Ratio’s cock inside of his cunt before Ratio is grasping at his hips wildly and drawing back. He nearly slips out, the tip of his cock catching on the exit of Aventurine’s cunt, then those hips are slamming forwards, and Aventurine is being taken for the ride of a lifetime.
No warning, no buildup, absolutely no grace, fucking filthy and intense and perfect.
‘So, hah, so tight, Aventurine,’ Ratio murmurs desperately into the slope of his shoulder, and it’s all Aventurine can do to hold on and moan out his agreement, obscene praise slipping out of his mouth as easy as water.
‘Hnn, Ratio, you’re, oh fuck, so big, you’re gonna ruin meeee,’ he whines, and he’d not meant to admit it so readily, but he means it, oh he means it, and Ratio simply moans and fucks him impossibly harder, and Aventurine knows this can’t last much longer, Ratio driven to the limits of his stamina and oh so sensitive, but he just needs a little bit more, he’s going to -
Ratio’s cock slips out of his cunt, and Aventurine whines in disappointment, though Ratio doesn’t stop moving, and simply reaches between them and grasps at the base of himself and spears himself deep into Aventurine’s cunt on his next movement, and suddenly going form being full, to nothing, to full again tips Aventurine over the edge immediately.
He comes with a jolt, and his knees give way, sending him flat to the surface of his bed as Ratio goes down with him, and fuck, being pressed so deeply into his sheets that it feels suffocating, Ratio’s considerable bulk balancing on him as Ratio keeps fucking him shouldn’t be making the peak of his pleasure more intense, but his brain fully checks out as his cunt wrings tight around Ratio’s cock, wetness spreading between them.
Aventurine’s not sure when it tips from squirting to outright pissing himself underneath the weight of Ratio pressing him into his bed, but he’s not given the chance to have humiliation flood his being as his bladder gives way just as his knees had when Ratio swears above him and fucks into him and comes, deep inside of him, risky and stupid and perfect.
It keeps going as Ratio stills himself, coming, and Aventurine whines as the flow of - of piss finally finishes, and there’s no way Ratio hasn’t noticed, hasn’t realised what Aventurine had done and is disgusted, even as he comes down from his own orgasm. He’d pushed too far, taken too many risks, and had spectacularly crashed out in the most humiliating fashion.
Aventurine will deny to his dying day that it’s a sob that works it’s way out of his throat as Ratio fills him and overfills him, cum seeping out of his cunt around the plug of Ratio’s cock, though when Ratio slumps atop him like a puppet with his strings cut, he lets out a shocked noise.
‘Ratio…?’ he ventures, turning his head to be able to breathe, but he gets no response.
Ratio is heavy on top of him, and Aventurine’s sheets are more than soiled, and he’s trapped because Ratio, stupidly perfect Ratio, had decided that on top of him is the perfect place for an orgasm-induced nap.
Fuck, he needs to clean up, he needs to get himself free, he needs to hide himself and never let Ratio perceive him in the light of day ever again.
Except, Ratio is waking up - or coming around, did he seriously pass out? - with a groan and is lifting himself off Aventurine’s back.
‘Aventurine?’ Ratio asks, and though there’s no accusation in that voice of his, Aventurine can feel it all too well.
He doesn’t respond.
‘My apologies,’ Ratio murmurs, and Aventurine is struck at the absurdity of Ratio apologising when - when Aventurine had done that, ‘I had not intended to be so rough.’
A hysterical laugh bubbles out of Aventurine’s chest, and the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, ‘You’re sorry? You fucked me until I pissed myself, and you’re sorry?’
Ratio pauses for a moment.
‘Is that what this is?’ he asks, and Aventurine could just about fucking scream. Or cry, but he might save that for later, when he’s a few drinks down and feeling sorry for himself.
‘What else could it be?!’ he asks, though he doesn’t turn around to face Ratio, and is distinctly aware of the rudeness of having a conversation with a man who is yet to pull out of his pussy by speaking into his pillows, though he has no intentions of rectifying it.
‘Does that mean you enjoyed yourself?’ Ratio asks, and Aventurine blinks, ‘I did read somewhere that this might happen, if a parter is sufficiently overwhelmed-’
‘Please, shut the fuck up,’ Aventurine groans, mortification radiating out from his chest, ‘did you also read that some people really hate pillow talk?’ he hisses, desperate to get Ratio to stop talking.
Ratio inhales, and then at last, he’s pulling out, and no, Aventurine does not whine at the empty feeling, nor the radiating soreness from his cunt, or the way he can feel cum starting to drip down the inside of his thighs.
‘...Thank you,’ Ratio finally says after a moment of silence that yawns between them, and Aventurine blinks, though it doesn’t stop Ratio from continuing, voice strangely warm, ‘you have helped me correct an egregious error in my way of thinking. I wouldn’t be opposed to further research.’
Wait.
Further research?
Ratio’s hands on his hips grip tightly, and then Aventurine is being pulled and turned until he’s facing his night stand and Ratio is settling in behind him, his absurd cock finally going soft, and the cool feel of wet bedsheets underneath them going unaddressed. A huff of breath settles against his neck, and then it deepens stupidly fast into a rhythm that Aventurine knows all too well, for how easily it avoids him.
Ratio had fallen asleep. Or, at least, he’s making an amazing act of faking it, as Aventurine squirms and tries to free himself, to no avail, a stupidly muscular arm tightening around his stomach.
What the fuck.