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Ratio looks good like this.
Really, he’s just a treat when he’s stripped naked and on his knees, looking up at Aventurine like he’s his whole world.
Fuck if it doesn’t turn Aventurine on like crazy.
He leans back in the chair, eyes raking over his dear doctor’s form. Admiring the tense, thick thighs that Aventurine does so love to grab and pinch and hump. The biceps that flex every so often as Ratio keeps his hands behind his back. The fat pecs that swell with every breath Ratio takes, with hard nipples that are perfect for sucking or biting. The way Ratio’s throat bobs against the black leash around it.
Not to mention, his bare cock, flushed and hard and arching up, slowly but steadily dripping onto their nice clean floor.
Yes, Ratio is a treat. His treat, and if Aventurine knows one thing, it’s how to indulge.
Aventurine gives the other end of the leash a careful tug, just enough to pull Ratio’s head forward. And Ratio’s eyes, usually so sharp, are hazy as he continues to stare up at Aventurine, waiting for his next command.
Ratio loves his commands. You’d expect someone like him to be a real brat in the bedroom, all back talking and all controlling, but no. Poor Ratio loves to finally turn his brain off. After long, long days of being surrounded by people too stupid to be left to their own initiatives Ratio wants to be the one making no decisions. He wants to think about nothing other than what basic task Aventurine gives him.
There’s no putting him in his place, because Ratio happily puts himself there and offers himself up to Aventurine on a platter.
Aventurine’s legs are crossed, bare except for socks under the short black silk robe, and he gently places his foot underneath Ratio’s chin. To keep him looking up, though Ratio’s never really been one for staring at the floor anyway.
“You may,” Aventurine starts, voice quiet because Ratio will always listen to him, and he sees Ratio’s eyes start to light up with excitement. Silly boy. He just wants to be told what to do. “-Take off my socks.”
Ratio doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. When he’s like this, there’s never any doubts that he didn’t hear or will not do what Aventurine says.
But his hands move from behind his back, and he carefully with one grasps Aventurine’s ankle, and with the other oh so gently starts to tug at the edge of his sock, peeling it down as though if he did it too fast it would hurt Aventurine.
And when he’s finished, carefully placing the sock down on the floor like it was precious, Ratio takes the initiative to press a reverent kiss against the slope of Aventurine’s foot, cradling the arch of Aventurine’s sole.
It goes right to Aventurine’s core. Ratio is a powerful man, a strong man, and he willingly lowers himself to kiss the feet of a slave. Aventurine isn’t his master, and there’s no force or compulsion, but Ratio wants to give him that power all the same. It’s intoxicating. It makes Aventurine’s thighs clench.
Still holding onto Aventurine’s foot, Ratio places another kiss, this time higher up when his foot meets ankle, and then he looks up at Aventurine. He looks so perfectly pathetic, pleading eyes staring up at Aventurine. He knows what Ratio wants - to kiss higher up, up his legs and all the way to Aventurine’s core. Ratio loves to kiss across Aventurine’s body.
“Did I give you permission to stop?” Aventurine asks instead. He can be little mean sometimes. Just the right amount makes it sweeter for them both.
Ratio’s eyes fall, and then he moves onto the other sock, also peeling it down and placing his lips against the bone.
“Good boy,” Aventurine tells him, and Veritas’ eyes light up at the praise. It's hopelessly cute. He gives a little tug on the leash, and Ratio follows.
He wouldn't have to, if he doesn’t want to. Aventurine had hated the idea of leashing Ratio at first. The compromise is that the leash easily breaks - Ratio could snap it with just one hard jerk of his head. Just a bit of insurance for Aventurine’s sake, just like the fact that Ratio is fully naked already. That’s partly because Ratio gets off from it, but also Aventurine likes to have the reassurance that Ratio is still aroused.
He glances at Ratio’s cock, and yes - still hard and dripping and making a mess. Poor Ratio has been too pent up lately, and his poor cock has been suffering for it. It’s a good thing for it that Aventurine isn’t in the habit of edging. At least, that’s not something for tonight.
Aventurine smiles a little. Ratio, very still, stares up at him just waiting for his next command.
This is why Aventurine isn’t in the habit of edging. Ratio always gives him that puppy eyed look, so sweet and desperate and pathetic that Aventurine gives in and just gives him what he wants.
“Do you want to take my underwear off?” He asks, almost humming.
Ratio doesn’t speak - his noises are all being saved for later. But he nods, short and sharp. Aventurine bites back his smile. When doesn’t Ratio want to take his underwear off?
Aventurine pretends to ponder the subject for a few moments more, just enough to tease a little. “You can take them off. But no looking away from me, got it?”
Ratio nods again, throat bobbing against the black of the collar. Aeons, Ratio is pathetically easy like this and it always drives Aventurine a little crazy. Without taking his eyes off Aventurine’s own, Ratio reaches his hands forward until they each find a bare thigh, and then he slowly runs them up, up, up. Past the edge of Aventurine’s silk robe until his fingers hit the bones on his hips. Ratio’s eyes dart down then, only for a second - an instinctive response quickly remedied. But that’s not what he was told to do, so Aventurine gives a warning tug on the leash. “Ah ah ah - keep those beautiful eyes looking at me,” he tuts.
Ratio’s fingers pause, his fingertips just skimming skin as though he’s scared to press harder, but when another command doesn’t come he continues on, searching for the hem of Aventurine’s underwear. He slowly, gently, hooks his fingers and starts to pull them down.
“Good boy,” Aventurine tells him as he shifts a little in the seat to let Ratio pull them off. Ratio’s too well-behaved to look away from Aventurine’s face, even though Aventurine knows he wants to. His core clenches around nothing, just from knowing that Ratio, infamously bratty and sassy Ratio, could disobey. And doesn’t, just because it’s Aventurine. Just because it’s him.
The knickers slide down Aventurine’s legs, and off his feet, and still Ratio is looking at him. His throat bobs every so often as he swallows, mouth hungering for a taste of Aventurine’s skin and more.
“Well done,” Aventurine praises. “You’re being ever so good for me tonight, aren’t you?”
Ratio nods energetically, strands of hair falling around his face. Aventurine usually says something like that when he’s about to give Ratio a little treat, and his dear Ratio’s eyes are shining hopefully.
He hasn’t quite earned it yet, though. Surely even Ratio must realise that, even in his foggy state. Ratio doesn’t want these to be over too soon.
“Close your eyes,” Aventurine coos sweetly, and dutiful Ratio does with no hesitation, dark lashes stark against his flushed cheeks. Where his Ratio got such pretty eyelashes is something he doesn’t know.
Aventurine uncrosses his legs, and then recrosses them the opposite way.
“Open your eyes,” he says, again in that sweet voice.
Ratio’s eyes flutter open, and then he sees that Aventurine’s legs have swapped positions, and Aventurine’s core pulses at how crestfallen Ratio looks at the realisation. “Aww, did you want to see between my legs? Get a glimpse of me?” He asks in mock sympathy. Ratio always wants to get a look. Aventurine doesn't quite understand his obsession, but it certainly works out in his favour a lot so he’ll never complain.
Ratio nods again, and he genuinely looks so upset that Aventurine feels a little bad. He glances down quickly, just to soothe, and the sight of Ratio’s erection still strong and dripping reassures him. Yes. Ratio does like this. Ratio finds the power imbalance as intoxicating as Aventurine does.
With another careful, calculated tug of the leash, he has Ratio’s body bending towards him. His foot that’s on the ground slides to his discarded underwear and with a little finesse he slips his toes through one hole. He raises his foot, scrap of black lace dangling, and extends it towards Ratio’s reverent face.
“Sniff,” he commands. When Ratio raises his hands, he tuts loudly, and Ratio understands and places them behind his back.
Aventurine watches hungrily as Ratio leans just the extra bit forward to brush his nose against the fabric. Ratio shifts a little, searching for the wet gusset, and then presses his nose against it. His large chest swells even further as he takes a deep breath, cock twitching delectably.
Fuuuuuuck. While Aventurine may not understand Ratio’s little obsession, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on like crazy. He bites his lip as he watches Ratio rub his nose against a wetter patch, audibly sniffing and his eyes lidded in bliss.
“Is that better?” Aventurine asks, pretending as though he isn’t fighting the urge to squirm in his seat at the sight of it.
Ratio is too good to talk, so he just lets out a deep half hum, half grunt. To have a man like Veritas Ratio naked on his knees, reduced to sniffing Aventurine's underwear from his foot and loving every second of it… Aventurine slides a hand through the gap of his robe, raking his own nails over his abdomen.
“You’d do anything for this, wouldn’t you?” It’s barely a question. Aventurine’s hand moves up to his nipple and flicks it. Ratio’s eyes must be drawn by the movement, because in the next second they flick to him. And Aventurine is delighted by how unfocused they are, how he has Ratio willingly reduced to this. “You look so good like this, so desperate for my used underwear.”
Ratio’s biceps bulge but he doesn’t move his hands. So well trained. So pretty.
With a flick of his ankle, Aventurine sends his underwear flying somewhere. Ratio watches them go with a sweet, heartbroken look in his eyes. Isn’t he so silly sometimes? They’re just knickers, and Aventurine will always have more for him.
“They were obstructing my view,” Aventurine tells him simply. “Oh, don’t look so sad.”
He stretches out his other leg. Ratio watches it inch toward him, throat bobbing as he swallows. His thighs are thick and corded with tension, enough that Aventurine almost wants to laugh. Is poor Ratio scared he might have to actually think? Of course Aventurine wouldn’t dare let that happen to his sweet boy.
“Say please,” Aventurine tells him.
Of course, Ratio can’t be sure what he’s saying please for yet. But he swallows again, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he opens him mouth. “Please,” he says, all his usual haughtiness and commanding tones stripped away.
“Hm. Again.”
“Please,” Ratio repeats, looking up at Aventurine through his long lashes. Begging but not knowing what for, just like a pet. Aventurine’s pet. He doesn't think he’ll ever tire of this feeling.
“Very well. You may hump my leg.” He gives the leash a small tug, just enough to remind Ratio of it’s presence.
Ratio’s eyes flicker from his face to Aventurine’s extended shin, then back again, and Aventurine feels the doubt again, the worry that he’s gone too far-
Then Ratio shuffles forward on his knees, and when his cock finally touches Aventurine’s skin it is rock hard. The head of it is smooth and soft and oh so hot, and as Ratio gingerly rocks his hips the slit dribbles precome down Aventurine’s leg.
It’s not easy for Ratio at all like this, but that is sort of the point. His hips jerk awkwardly as he tries to keep his balance while seeking his pleasure, already breathing heavily through his parted mouth.
He looks delicious. Aventurine greedily watches Ratio’s muscles flex under sweat-shiny skin and his desperate cock rub against his own leg. Ratio is just so eager to demean himself, so pliant in his own humiliation and Aventurine rubs his own thigh to distract himself from touching himself at the sight. It would be fun, to slide his fingers through his own sodden folds while watching… Maybe he could hold his fingers out after for Ratio to taste.
Instead, he tugs the leash up. “Don’t look down. I need to see your pretty face,” he tuts. Ratio already looks too far gone to reply, blinking hazily and breath hitching as he continues to awkwardly hump. Aventurine watches him, shifting his thighs in a feeble attempt to lift some of the pressure from his core.
Then Ratio must find a good spot, because his little thrusts become more rhythmic and more confident, pushing his erection against Aventurine with more force than before. His mouth hangs open, his eyebrows raise, the pleasure written so plainly on his face.
And Aventurine loves that look, he really does. But it’s not what he wants for right now. Ratio needs to look like that because he’s inside Aventurine, not just humping his leg. Not to mention that he doesn’t want to risk actually coming all over his leg - sure, it would be fun to make him lick it up, and maybe hold his head if he apologises. But Aventurine is far too weak to teasing Ratio until close to his limit before finally rewarding him.
Aventurine never thought he could be jealous of his own leg. Disastrous for him, really, just another Ratio adjacent weakness that he’s attained.
“Stop,” he says softly. Ratio immediately obeys, blinking up at Aventurine with hazy doe eyes. There’s an obvious tension in all his muscles, in the way his thighs tremble and biceps bulge from his restraint. Aventurine has to stop himself licking his lips at the way arousal shoots through his core at that, that even though Ratio is so clearly desperate for it he still holds himself back just from one word…
“Don’t worry, you haven’t done anything wrong,” Aventurine reassures him gently. “But I have something else for you to do now.”
Aventurine slowly opens his legs, biting his lip to keep from smirking when Ratio’s attention snaps sharply to between his thighs. He stares, as though utterly transfixed, then licks his lips. So easy.
He tugs sharply on the leash, then pauses, eyes glittering over Ratio just in case he’d actually done too harshly. But Ratio’s still got a dreamy look on his face, so Aventurine tugs him closer, closer still, widening his legs. And Ratio so obediently follows his leash until he is close enough for Aventurine to touch him. He puts his hand on top of Ratio’s head, threading his hand through floppy locks of hair to expose his forehead as he guides him closer.
“It’s time for you to do something productive with that pretty mouth of yours,” he murmurs. He can feel Ratio’s hot breath over him, and he shivers before Ratio’s mouth is upon him.
Aventurine had taken great pleasure in the past in teaching Ratio how exactly to eat him out, a study that Ratio had - naturally - excelled at. Now, he reaps the rewards as Ratio gets to work. He leans back in the chair as Ratio’s tongue starts to circle his clit, hot and wet, rubbing his fingers against Ratio’s scalp.
“Mmhmm…” he hums as Ratio slowly increases the pressure of his mouth, each slide of his tongue over Aventurine’s sensitive flesh already enough for the familiar sparks of pleasure through his nerves. And Ratio pushes closer still, until his whole face is shoved tightly against Aventurine’s pussy, drinking him in.
Aventurine has and does suck off Ratio, of course. For him the act is for Ratio’s benefit - he likes making Ratio feel good, but that’s all it is really for him. But for Ratio, eating Aventurine out is seemingly some sort of religious experience. Sometimes Aventurine thinks if he let him, Ratio would stay down there forever. The first time, Ratio had gripped him by the thighs just a bit too tight and suckled at him for so long that Aventurine had nearly forgotten his name.
Now, it’s like he’s parched, hot thick tongue slipping round the base of Aventurine's clit before pressing firmly against where he’s smoothest, teasing his clitoral hood.
“Good boy,” Aventurine murmurs, spreading his thighs a little wider and thoroughly enjoying every flick of Ratio’s tongue against him. Ratio shudders at the praise, looking up at Aventurine. Oh, and isn’t he just a vision? Hazy eyes, all pupil, nose pressed against Aventurine’s groin, skin flushed pink. Fuck, having Ratio like this for him and only him gets Aventurine so turned on. And he could have this view every day if he so pleases, because only a few choice words or a little bit of light seduction and Ratio is falling to his knees.
“You like this, don’t you?” He coos to Ratio, who gives a little nod before he sucks Aventurine’s whole clit into his mouth, surrounding it with deliciously hot pressure. Ratio’s eyes almost seem to glaze over as he stares upwards, the picture of erotic bliss. Aventurine closes his thighs a little, just enough to keep them snug around Ratio’s cheeks. Not because Ratio might move his head away - if Aventurine knows him at all, he knows Ratio is exactly where he wants to be - but just to make Aventurine’s view nicer. “Isn’t it so much better now that your tongue is where it belongs, hmm?” And Ratio groans directly into Aventurine’s core.
But as blissed out as Ratio may look right now, he knows what he’s there for. He knows exactly how to flick his tongue over the tip of Aventurine’s clit to make Aventurine start to lose control of his mouth. His hips push forward, smearing himself across Ratio’s chin for more of that wickedly wet heat and more of his tongue. Heat builds as Ratio uses just the right amount of pressure and speed to rile him up, and Aventurine pants. He doesn’t like moaning here, always too afraid somehow that the vulnerability of it will break Ratio out of his spell. So instead he lets his mouth run. “I should keep you like this,” he pants. “Eating me out all day every day. It’s what you’re best at, after all.” It’s just talk - Aventurine could never do that, but he knows it’s talk that makes Ratio hard. “Such a messy, messy eater.”
Ratio groans again, the vibrations of it travelling down Aventurine’s nerves. His eyes are pleading, and Aventurine realises that Ratio is trying to beg him for permission to jack off. Or he assumes he is. Aventurine does like to make Ratio touch himself, and Ratio does like to get off to eating Aventurine out. “Keep your hands behind your back,” he instructs, even as his lips tremble trying to not moan. “I let you have your fun earlier. If you want your cock touched, you have to work for it.”
And work Ratio does, even if Aventurine knows this is closer to a hobby. Aventurine bites down sharply on his lip as Ratio sucks hard at his clit, on and off like his mouth is pulsing. The room is filled with the sounds of a wet tongue lapping at wetter flesh.
“Nnggh,” slips past Aventurine lips and his fingers tighten in Ratio’s hair, keeping him well and truly snug. Aeons, he’s going to come soon. He taught Ratio well, too well if anything. Even as he sucks, Ratio pushes his tongue against Aventurine, keeping that stimulation going. “Fuck!” Aventurine swears as he comes, feet jerking against the ground and thighs twitching and chest heaving and everything in his body releasing.
Aventurine doesn’t really care for overstimulation, so Ratio eases off his tongue but keeps his mouth in place until Aventurine is using his hair to tug him up, guiding him to rest his head against Aventurine’s thigh.
Pretty Ratio stares up at him like he’s hung the moon, a disheveled treat with his swollen lips and shiny chin. What could Aventurine possibly have done to deserve this kind of look? Nothing, other than push Ratio’s face between his legs. And that just makes it hotter.
“Get enough of your favourite taste?” Aventurine teases, pushing his thumb against Ratio’s lower lip, wet with spit and slick. Ratio sucks it into his mouth even though Aventurine didn’t tell him to, slaving his tongue over it like he just had done to Aventurine’s clit.
It’s a rhetorical question, really. Aventurine knows he didn’t. There’s a difference in Ratio eating Aventurine out to make Aventurine come and Ratio eating Aventurine out to make Ratio come, and this had definitely been a case of the former. But Ratio hums all the same, looking up him with half lidded eyes and lips snug around Aventurine’s thumb. He lets him stay like that for a few more moments, recovering from his earlier orgasm.
Eventually, Aventurine pulls his thumb out, and lifts up his other leg so he can place his foot on Ratio’s shoulder. He curls his toes around the curve of muscle, then pushes Ratio away.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he promises, still keeping Ratio in place with his foot. Not that Ratio budges, of course. Aventurine pulls his foot away and once again tilts Ratio’s chin up with his toes. “You’ve been so, so good,” he murmurs lowly, watching the praise shudder down Ratio’s spine and into his twitching cock. “Making me come like that. I think perhaps it’s time for more.”
Ratio’s Adam Apple bobs as he swallows. Eager, but hesitant. Silly. Doesn’t he know that once Aventurine promises something to him, it’s practically set in stone?
Aventurine stands up, adjusting the hem of the robe he’s wearing as he does so. Ratio’s not banned from taking a peek underneath, but Aventurine doesn’t want to make it easy for him.
“Come,” he says. He tugs at the leash, and Ratio shuffles before falling to his hands and knees. It’s hardly far to their bed - perhaps five steps, but Aventurine makes a detour of it, tugging the leash again to get Ratio to follow him as he meanders slowly.
He ought to hate it. He ought to find it disgusting, how much he likes having Ratio on his hands and knees for him like this. He should be a bad person for finding any power over him hot.
But when he looks back, Ratio’s eyes are not filled with disgust or hate. No, Ratio’s looking at him with love and adoration and lust. So, so much lust. Ratio’s cock is still dripping between his thighs and making a mess of their floor.
“Up,” Aventurine commands, with a little tug for emphasis.
Ratio stands up for the first time since they began this little game. It must be a relief for him, but he doesn’t show it even as he stands with not an ounce of shame. Head high, shoulders back, and yet his hands are clasped behind his back and his prominent flushed erection makes him look vulnerable. He towers over Aventurine, and yet still gripped in Aventurine’s hand is the leash attached to his collar.
“Hm,” Aventurine hums lightly, trailing one finger down from Ratio’s collarbone, over the bulging flesh of his breast and to his nipple, which Aventurine flicks. “One of these days I’m going to have you oiled up for me. Have you put on a little show for me.”
He smirks as he looks up at Ratio, who is presumably thinking of all the ways Aventurine likes to have him put on a show. It’s usually masturbating. But not always!
“But now, I need you and your cock on the bed.”
Aventurine shoves him, and Ratio stumbles forward before falling onto the very plush surface of their bed. For a second, Aventurine admires the very lovely view of Ratio’s bare muscled back and way too firm arse before tutting. “Roll over. Hands by your sides.”
As soon as Ratio does, Aventurine is also clambering on, one knee on each side of Ratio’s thighs but not touching.
He leans forward, over Ratio who stares up at him with his wide eyes. “Tell me, Ratio,” he purrs. “Can you see down my robe? You may speak.”
Ratio’s eyes flicker down, to where Aventurine knows the robe is hanging open, giving him a view of Aventurine’s chest. Maybe Ratio can even see one of his nipples peeking out from the dark fabric.
Then his eyes flicker back up. Sometimes, Aventurine thinks perhaps he’s too well trained, he almost wants Ratio to be unable to take his eyes away.
“Yes,” Ratio says quietly, voice rough.
Aventurine tuts. “Well that won’t do at all, will it?” He straightens back up, and as he does so sits down with all his weight directly on Ratio’s cock. The way Ratio’s eyelashes flutter and how he bites his lip makes Aventurine’s core entirely too hot. “I can’t possibly have you getting ideas…”
He rubs his ass over Ratio’s hard erection. For all his teasing Ratio, he does actually need Ratio inside him soon - how can he not when Ratio is so pathetic and submissive and so ready to do anything Aventurine says? Plus, Aventurine’s weak to Ratio’s hazy, pleading eyes.
Shifting back a little, he takes Ratio’s erection in hand - Ratio’s breath hitches just from that - and rubs it through his sodden folds.
“Maybe I’ll put it in if you beg,” he says slyly.
“Please,” Ratio begs immediately. “Please put it in.”
“Mhmm.” Aventurine pushes the oozing slit up against his own clit, enjoying the hot sensation. “Again.”
Underneath him, Ratio licks his lips. “Please let me be inside you Aventurine. Please.”
“Well aren’t you a good boy, asking so politely?” Aventurine teases before he finally sinks down on Ratio’s cock, slow and steady. He feels himself open easily for Ratio, parting to make room for him inside but he holds off the last inch.
He looks down at Ratio, blushing and panting and twitching already. But Ratio keeps his hips still, waiting for…
For Aventurine to suddenly drop the rest of the way, fully seating himself on Ratio.
Ratio lets out a strangled moan, one hand already clinging to the bedsheets. Even Aventurine needs a moment. No matter how many times they have sex, Aventurine can never quite get used to how full Ratio makes him feel, just how good it is to have Ratio’s hot, hard cock fully inside him. His own moan is quieter than Ratio’s, but Aventurine’s never been as shameless as Ratio.
Ratio’s only allowed to talk when he’s inside Aventurine. To be fair, Aventurine had tried once to set no talking as a rule, but it hadn’t gone great for either of them. Ratio tends to be too into it to stop himself and Aventurine likes hearing him like that.
Of course, Aventurine can talk as much as he likes. “So deep,” he murmurs, leaning back a little and rubbing the skin just below his navel. “I can feel you all the way here.”
Ratio swallows, eyes fixated on where Aventurine’s fingers are.
“Now, you can just sit still and let me use you.” Aventurine purrs, slowly rotating his hips before starting to buck.
It’s not the hardest or fastest pace, but Aventurine prefers it this way and he knows from experience how to draw out Ratio’s arousal until orgasm so he can have as much fun as possible.
“You’re so, ungh, big and deep,” Aventurine breathes. Fuck. He doesn’t even have to play it up for Ratio’s sake or anything, because it is ridiculous how good it feels to have Ratio inside him. Aventurine’s body already feels hot and his core molten, and he reaches down to part the robe a little more just so Ratio can see everything.
“Aventurine…” Ratio whines out, rubbing his head against the bedsheets and panting. “More…”
“What was that?”
For a second, he isn’t sure that Ratio even heard him as Ratio just moans. But then he stutters out, “more… please…”
“I can't hear you,” Aventurine lies, and with one hand tugs on the end of the leash, wrapping it round his palm until it’s short enough that Ratio is forced to lift his head, then his chest, closer, closer still. Ratio looks even more blissed out, up close like this where Aventurine can see exactly how unfocused his eyes are and how flushed his skin his. “Now, again.”
Just as he starts to speak, Aventurine squeezes down around him and Ratio gasps sharply, whatever he was going to say devolving into another strangled groan.
“That’s right,” Aventurine breathes out, finding his rythm. He just needs to find that one angle that - fuck, yes, riiiight there. “You don’t have to, ah, do anything except feel good.”
Ratio whimpers, and Aventurine licks across his cheek to the corner of his mouth, tasting skin and sweat and the remnants of his own slick.
“Aven…” Ratio’s pupils are so wide right now, and there’s tears already budding at the corners of his eyes. Aventurine licks another stripe up his cheek to catch one as it falls.
“Yeah?” Aventurine can hear how wet he is, and he has half a mind to look down and see just how wet he’s made Ratio’s cock and hair and skin and see for himself how Ratio’s cock fills his hole. But that would mean looking away from Ratio’s delicious, whimpering face. Ratio’s Adam’s apple bobs, stark against the black of the collar. “It feels good, huh? You wouldn’t dare be naughty and come before me, would you?”
Ratio weakly tries to shake his head no, gasping out again when Aventurine clenches down around him. “I… Wouldn’t…”
“Good.” It’s not as much a threat as it sounds, in all honesty. Can you blame him, when Ratio’s cock rubs against his insides just right and Ratio’s blinking at him with those doe eyes and he does nothing but lie there and take it? He feels his insides spasm and he accidentally jerks the leash.
“You wanna be a good boy?” He pants, leaning in again to slide his tongue over Ratio’s hot skin, catching and tasting another tear. Aeons, Ratio really looks this good and acts this good and feels this good and it’s all for him, just him, no one else.
“Ye- ah, yes.” Ratio’s muscles twitch, pathetic and useless here except for holding himself up. His pretty eyelashes are wet, glistening in the light of their bedroom.
“You will rub my clit as I ride you,” Aventurine commands. “And you’re going to make me come, and then you’ll come and I’ll milk your fat cock.”
Ratio groans. Deep inside Aventurine, his cock twitches, and Aventurine thinks of all the precome Ratio’s leaking inside him right now. Then he feels Ratio’s thumb clumsily slide across his throbbing clit, trying to match the movements of Aventurine’s hips. It takes him another go to get it right, his finger rubbing easily with how soaked Aventurine is, applying just the right amount of pressure that Aventurine likes and needs right now.
“Fuck,” Aventurine mutters, chasing his own release relentlessly. Everything is so hot and so wet and so big and so full. “Yes, Ratio, fuck.”
His orgasm is thick and fast when it comes, a peak that has his muscles spasming as tremors shudder through his whole body. He feels his walls tighten around Ratio, massaging his cock. He feels Ratio’s breath hot on his face as Aventurine jerks the leash again and Ratio cries out as he also comes. His cum is scalding hot as it floods Aventurine’s insides, filling him up so much more.
Aventurine lets out a long moan and slumps over, dropping the leash. He hears the soft thud of Ratio’s head falling back.
It takes him a minute to lift himself off Ratio, shivering as thick cum slides out of his sensitive hole and onto both of their thighs.
“Aventurine…” Ratio mumbles from beneath him, strong, thick arms rising up to pull him down.
“That was good, right,” Aventurine asks breathlessly, his own hands reaching for Ratio’s face. He traces a tear-track gently. “You had fun, right?”
“It was good,” Ratio affirms, letting Aventurine’s heart start to slow. He curls into Aventurine and Aventurine curls into him. “You were so hot.”
Aventurine lets his hand slide back, into Ratio’s hair, stroking it soothingly. “So were you.”
Ratio hums contentedly. “I love you.”
Aventurine smiles. “I love you too.”