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It isn’t the first time Aventurine’s sat in a man’s room and contemplated how the fuck he ended up here.
Take that one night in late summer, for example. Picture this: three mocktails in, convincingly duping a target that he was sufficiently wasted to not remember a thing. He had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and had gained the intel he needed, but rather than go home, he had messed around with the bartender who was giving him the tiki-style nonalcoholic drinks all night.
Or, that one time in the winter he made out with some stranger on a dance floor at a friend’s wedding reception because what else was there to do at a wedding besides be lonely and then forget about it as soon as possible?
Again, taking sexual partners was not an extremely frequent habit of his. He had standards. High ones. Usually, they’d mess around somewhere other than Aventurine’s place for very obvious reasons, or they’d simply flirt between second and third base in semi-public spaces.
So, it’s been awhile. A really long time since he’s been in someone’s bedroom with a little buzz and fewer weapons than he thinks is reasonable given the prestige of his target.
Aventurine presses the heel of his palm to an eye. He’s tired, too. All of this snooping around and being a double and triple agent is exhausting. If he could just get enough time off so he could spend a day relaxing, maybe at a spa if Topaz drags him, and—
“I apologize. That took longer than I anticipated,” Ratio sighs as he steps into the bedroom, rolling up his sleeves.
It’s cute, kind of. They’re about to fuck and Ratio is messing with his sleeves as if he’s about to do manual labor and not take his clothes off. Aventurine wonders if he should just do them the both the favor and rip them off with his teeth.
“Work?” Aventurine guesses, humming sweetly enough as he leans back on both his palms, spreading his legs.
Ratio walks over and stands between them, sunset eyes as hauntingly gorgeous as Aventurine thought that first night. This man truly is dangerous.
(It’s just that Aventurine is more dangerous.)
“The Board wanted to call a meeting for next week,” Ratio murmurs, shaking his head. A finger drifts up the side of Aventurine’s neck, curling at the baby hairs he finds along the way. “Nothing pressing. It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“For tonight or in general?” Aventurine asks, craning his head to the side so that Ratio’s fingers can explore further.
“In general,” Ratio says. “But I meant not this evening.”
Aventurine swallows down a bundle of nervous excitement as Ratio hoists one of his knees up and onto the bed. He hovers over Aventurine, gaze squarely on his eyes, and Aventurine uses every last bit of energy to not paw all over that handsome chest and drag him down.
“Have you decided on your boundaries? Or, I suppose they are limits, if only for tonight.”
Right. Aventurine was supposed to decide just how much they wanted to play tonight. He smacks his lips together—the sound is obscenely loud and he doesn’t miss the way Ratio’s eyes land on his lips—before he grins. It’s a cheshire cat smile if he’s ever given one, accented by a slow grind of his hips up against the inside of Ratio’s thigh.
“Say, doc,” Aventurine purrs, words as smooth as ever. “Have you ever been into role-play?”
(Because isn’t that what they’re doing, anyway? This isn’t real. Any of it. This will always be a facade for Aventurine despite the levels of physical chemistry and banter between them.)
“Briefly,” Ratio admits with a half-hearted shrug. His hand curls at the sharp jut of Aventurine’s chin and he holds him steady. “Answer my question, first.”
“Haha, so demanding,” Aventurine laughs but licks his lips again. “But all right, I’ll play ball and answer your question. No restraints, and while I like being manhandled by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing, we’ll need to work up to that. So, no choking, no spanking, no slapping.”
“Is that all?” Ratio says almost in a drawl.
“Don’t sound so bored. You’ll hurt my feelings.” Aventurine batts his lashes.
Ratio sighs and shakes his head. “Acceptable,” he mumbles. “…if you prefer I tone down the degradation, let me know. I prefer to give praise in most cases.”
Oh, so he was being a brat on purpose? Aventurine’s cock hardens in his slacks. He tries not to think about how hot it would be to be pressed down into the sheets, wrists captured with one of Ratio’s hands, and told how he’s a filthy little slut and that the only thing he’s good for is riding a pole for others to watch.
(Not that he believes any of that. But it’s still a little bit of a thrill to hear someone say with such conviction.)
“Into praise, doctor? How surprising,” Aventurine muses as he stays still, eagerly soaking up the warmth of Ratio’s hand on his chin. “I doubt your direct reports would categorize you that way.”
“Idiots do not deserve praise,” Ratio says so quickly that Aventurine is certain it’s not an act.
So… he laughs. Aventurine’s eyes crinkle shut and he laughs as he lifts a hand off the bed to drag down the expanse of Ratio’s back. “Fuck, Veritas. You’re already getting me hard.”
“Is that not the point?” Ratio seems to scold as he drops Aventurine’s chin at last. The hand slips lower to push at the center of Aventurine’s chest. In one fluid movement, he coaxes Aventurine down onto his back so that he is laying horizontal across the bed. Given it’s a king, it’s not too much of a worry.
Aventurine’s cock twitches again. Ratio’s hands slide up and down his arm before he collects both hands above Aventurine’s head and pins them down together as if he had glimpsed into Aventurine’s dirtiest thoughts this evening. The press of Ratio’s bulge against his leg is tempting to tease but Aventurine knows his role in this scene: stay still and take what is given.
“Look at you,” Ratio murmurs as his eyes pick apart Aventurine’s flushed expression. “It’s as if you’ve been desperate for this all week.”
(He has been. He really has been.)
“You caught me,” Aventurine laughs, heat beginning to pool in his gut in anticipation. Yet, he still isn’t touched, not where he wants to be, and it takes everything he has not to squirm under Ratio.
“Did I say you could speak?” Ratio asks and tightens his hold on Aventurine’s wrists. His hands fit so nicely around the delicate bones there and a darker part of Aventurine wonders how good he’d look wearing his bruises. “Apologize.”
“But didn’t you just say I couldn’t speak? Mixed signals, doc,” Aventurine purrs.
Ratio’s free hand grips at his chin again. Despite the firmness, there is no intent there to leave a mark or cause pain, which Aventurine had asked for in all fairness but he feels remorse over all the same. Ratio would be good at it, he thinks. Ratio would shut off his brain for hours.
“Do not take that attitude with me,” Ratio says, flexing his hand around Aventurine’s wrists. “Apologize and then do not speak unless spoken to.”
“How will I know when you want an answer?”
“You’ll know.”
Before Aventurine can playfully apologize, his eyes roll shut in intense pleasure. Ratio has somehow managed to distract him long enough to let go of his chin and start fiddling with his slacks. While one hand holds his wrists, the other takes ahold of Aventurine’s cock thumbs over the tip of it. Aventurine feels how wet he already is, how the pre cum smears along Ratio’s long fingers, and Aventurine tries not to feel the heat of shame that is threatening to blaze his skin red.
(It’s really been too long, huh?) “I’m sorry,” Aventurine chokes out, unthinking, hips bucking up. He chases those fingers, greedily wiggling his hips so that he can loosely fuck into the tunnel Ratio’s hand makes. He knows he could grip harder, knows he isn’t even stroking his cock yet, but Aventurine is already short-circuiting.
“Say it louder, please,” Ratio says, pressing his thumb directly against the slit. It almost burns.
“Fuck,” Aventurine gasps out, body bending like a bowstring as he arches off the bed. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, this time with feeling as he digs his heels into the side of the mattress to try and gain leverage so that he can start thrusting into the hand tightening on his dick. “Fuck…”
“Is that what you would like? To be fucked?” Ratio hums as he works his hand up and down Aventurine’s cock, grip tightening only to go slack mere seconds later. It’s maddening and Aventurine is acutely aware of the fact the’s being edged.
“Aeons, yes,” Aventurine groans as he bites down on his bottom lip. “C’mon, show me exactly what you’re packing in there.”
Ratio lets go of his cock. For a second, Aventurine thinks he might leave him on the bed, needy and panting and worked up from just a handjob, but no. Ratio stares down at him with this miffed expression on his face, his own slacks tented with the obvious erection that all of this has created.
“…Yellow?” Aventurine asks, uncertain.
“…Sorry,” Ratio says, faster. “Green,” he assures and then adds, clearing his throat, “the dirty talk is newer to me. It sounds a bit ridiculous.”
What the fuck.
Aventurine can’t help the smile that breaks across his face. How a man is capable of telling him to all but beg and apologize one second, only to act shy and demure because Aventurine asked him what he was packing? A true mystery.
(But he sort of likes it. A lot.)
“I’ll tone it down,” Aventurine reassures him and then, without even thinking, hoists himself up just enough to steal a kiss.
…Ratio’s lips are soft. Warm. This is not befitting this scene whatsoever but Aventurine falls into it all the same. His hand that isn’t caught by Ratio—now off on the side—tangles into Ratio’s messy hair and Aventurine truly stops thinking.
Ratio kisses him back, of course. His tongue drags a slow stripe across his lips before toying at the seam, as if waiting for permission rather than simply taking. Aventurine’s laugh is gentle, even for him, as he parts his lips and teasingly touches the tip of his tongue to Ratio’s. The feeling makes him shudder and he grips a little harder at Ratio’s hair.
Ratio grunts. With more force this time, Ratio pushes him down into the sheets and finishes climbing onto him. His legs extend down and tangle with Aventurine’s as he grabs at his face to deepen the kiss, fingernails leaving little half-moons behind. Ratio somehow manages to avoid clanging their teeth together as he keeps going, keeps trying to mesh their faces together more and more.
Aventurine’s achingly hard by now. His cock is leaking and any little shift of Ratio on top of him is making him see stars. Sighing, he presses a palm flat to Ratio’s lower back and shoves. The resulting movement creates enough friction for Aventurine to moan unabashedly into their wet kiss.
“Fuck me,” Aventurine says once they break for air just for a second. “Seriously, I…”
He needs it. He wants it.
Ratio nods. He reaches toward the bedside table, gracefully not falling off the bed as he leans, and retrieves both a condom and a small bottle of some lube Aventurine isn’t familiar with. When he uncaps it, the smell is comforting and Aventurine can’t even be surprised that Doctor Veritas Ratio is the type to use scented lube in his sexual encounters.
“Would you like me to prep you, or would you prefer to do it?” Ratio asks as he sets the bottle down beside Aventurine’s leg.
Aventurine, who had been in the midst of unbuckling his belt and shimmying off his pants and boxers, stares at the bottle. It’d be more efficient if he did it himself, but also…
“And if I said I did it earlier?” Aventurine asks.
“Were fucked?”
Aventurine snorts. “What? Doctor, how dirty do you think I am? No, I prepared earlier in the shower before I came here.”
Something like relief darts across Ratio’s face. It’s a little cute, too. “I see.” Exhaling, he uncaps the bottle. “But it’s best to be thorough. A tear in that area would be exceedingly painful.”
“Please never go into that level of detail again when my cock is out,” Aventurine all but begs as he reaches for the bottle. Their fingers brush and it feels like fire.
(And Aventurine forgets yet again that all of this is an act, that he’s here for information and to gain his trust and not a fun new sex partner.)
Ratio starts to undo his pants and unbutton his shirt as Aventurine begins to finger himself open. The oil spreads easily down his fingers and along his rim, making the entry into his hole a smooth glide. One, two, and then three fingers sink into his body before he spreads them. A hitch of his breath betrays that yeah, he’s really good at finding that spot.
Their gazes lock and Ratio grabs for the bottle. Like a madman, he slicks up his cock the second he kicks off his boxers. It’s sizable, definitely above average, and Aventurine feels himself subconsciously spreading his legs to accommodate for the size.
“Next time,” Ratio is saying as he shifts on the bed, dragging one of Aventurine’s legs up to his waist so that he can better angle their hips. The tip of his cock presses to Aventurine’s rim and Aventurine shudders at the full body ripples of pleasure. “Next time, I would like to use my mouth.”
“Your mouth?” Aventurine is asking but then Ratio bucks forward and sinks half of his cock inside of him.
His body tightens around the cock and Aventurine shivers. It's such a tight fit but he’s certain that his body is wet and warm around Ratio, judging by the fact Ratio’s eyes flutter shut and he can’t quite hide that groan. Goosebumps form on both their skin and Aventurine belatedly realizes they had forgotten the condom.
(Oh well. He knows he’s clean, and he has a sneaking suspicion someone with this much money and important is clean, too. A wild guess, really.)
“You feel great,” Ratio tells him, sinking down to the hilt.
With Ratio fully seated inside of him, Aventurine gasps for air. The head of Ratio’s cock is resting heavy against his prostate but not enough to really scratch the itch. However, Aventurine can tell that once he begins to move, he’ll be slamming right into it in just the way he prefers. It’s a little maddening he’s been read so quickly and so well.
“Is it all right to move?” Ratio asks after what feels like a second but more likely has been minutes.
Aventurine notices the tremble of Ratio’s body. What a needy man, he thinks to himself but can’t help the moan that rips clean from him when he playfully wiggles his hips and thrusts down on the cock speared inside of him.
“Aventurine,” Ratio gasps as he briefly loses control and jerks his hips forward in a strong thrust.
The force of it sends Aventurine sliding up the bed just a little but Ratio grabs for his hand to lock him into place. With their palms loosely pressed together, Ratio finds a rhythm and starts to fuck him with clear intent to make him come.
“Not so fast, doc,” Aventurine groans, trying not to tip over the edge without his cock even being touched. Ratio is good. “I know you’re good, ah… but… no need to rush.”
Ratio kisses at his neck. His teeth leave behind marks as he mercilessly starts to pick up his pace, relentlessly abusing that same spot inside of Aventurine.
“Ugh… okay, okay,” Aventurine laughs, shivering with the repeated sparks of pleasure that shoot through his nervous system each time Ratio rolls his hips forward.
(He’s acutely aware of the fact they’re holding hands and fucking face to face like some sort of couple, but he ignores it.)
Aventurine hooks his waist at Ratio’s waist since it’s so close, anyway, and arches his back. The change in angle is enough to drive Ratio exactly against his sweet spot, deeper than before. Stars bloom behind Aventurine’s eyes, maybe whole galaxies, and he feels even his lips tingle from the overwhelming sensation.
He comes in record time.
Ratio spills over the edge after him. Aventurine doesn’t notice at first, but he eventually feels the warm cum oozing down near his rim. It’s a shame it won’t all fit, that the angle is allowing for any to escape. … maybe he’s more of a heathen than he originally thought.
Ratio stops moving, finally. He sighs pleasantly and presses his forehead to Aventurine’s shoulder. There, he presses a lighter kiss than the bites to his neck and Aventurine is dragged back down to earth from wherever he had been suspended for a few seconds.
“Are you with me?” Ratio asks, a thumb gently rubbing back and forth over Aventurine’s knuckles.
It’s so sweet it almost hurts.
(There’s the distinct possibility that Ratio likes him. That he is fond of him in a way he isn’t of most people. That this man actually just so happens to enjoy bantering and strong-willed men with pretty lips and tight asses. But…)
“Yeah,” Aventurine sighs pleasantly, willing the shadows away. “Damn, Veritas. I think that’s a new record.”
“For you or for me?”
“Let’s say both.”
Ratio snorts a laugh. It’s all sorts of domestic and Aventurine tries not to think about that, either.
(This man’s family has been linked to so much evil in the world. Does Ratio even know? Does he even care what the IPC has done? What the Guild is helping them do?
Or does he just like expensive things and pretty faces?)
“Are you staying the night?” Ratio asks.
Aventurine’s eyes blink open wide. “Huh?”
Ratio clears his throat. “…I realize I should have asked ahead of time, or after pulling out.”
Aventurine’s laugh is loud. It rumbles in his chest and he shakes his head in utter disbelief. “You’re strange, Veritas. But, I like weird. So.”
“So.”
“I’ll stay, sure. Not like I had other plans.”
Ratio cradles a cheek with his hand. It’s overwhelmingly nice and Aventurine wonders if he could ever be compromised in a mission. If it was possible for him, if the hatred in his chest was capable of being quieted, then maybe in some parallel universe it would be Veritas Ratio who managed to quell the storm of his heart.
“I’ll make us tea, then. And get some towels. Stay here.”
“Yes, sir.”
Aventurine won’t think about it tonight. He has all of tomorrow to hate himself for even pretending for a second he could have something normal with anyone.
(If this ship is destined to go down, even with Aventurine’s good luck, then he might as well get as much happiness out of it as he can before the waters swallow him whole.)
So, he kisses Ratio and counts to ten in his head.