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Aventurine is, quite possibly, having the worst day of his life.
His morning alone already wasn’t ideal. He had woken up late, late enough that it is the gentle warmth of the morning sun’s rays on his face that wake him rather than the shrill sound of an alarm. When he blearily blinks open his unfocused eyes to squint at the time on his phone, he heaves a heavy sigh as he notices that he doesn’t have time for breakfast. He is not looking forward to going through his morning appointments with an empty stomach, and wow, that’s a sentiment he never thought he would have. He used to be able to go on just fine without them, but he’s grown so used to eating meals regularly now thanks to a certain someone.
He attempts to sit up, but there’s something weighing him down and caging him in. Ah. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, indeed. The esteemed Veritas Ratio is currently spooning him from behind and snoring lightly, one arm loosely wrapped around his waist and both legs tangled with his. Normally the doctor would’ve been long out of bed by now, but the recent end to a semester means that his workload is lighter to a point where he can afford to take days off. Aventurine glances over his shoulder, if only to take a glimpse of his partner’s visage and smile fondly.
Ratio seems to get even more gorgeous with each passing day. The fluffy waves of his purple hair are a little unrulier than usual, cascading over his relaxed face to soften the sharp edges of his features. They tickle the tops of his ears, frame his puffed-up cheeks, and fall over the long eyelashes of his closed eyes. It is not so often that he sees the good doctor with such a peaceful expression, and he doesn’t hesitate to carve a hole in his mind where he would store the corresponding memory of it. He resists the urge to reach out and brush a thumb against those parted lips, lest he wake the other man.
Oh, but what a rare sight, indeed. It is a shame that he cannot indulge in it, that they cannot partake in this brief moment of respite for the free time is not shared. It is a shame that Aventurine has a fucking job despite the fact that loving Veritas Ratio is a perfectly acceptable full-time occupation.
One ought to consider Aventurine to be a man of great strength and restraint, with how he manages to pry himself away from the warm embrace and reluctantly get up. A shiver runs up his leg as his bare foot makes contact with the cold floor, and the ensuing temptation to slide back into his king-sized bed and drift away in his lover’s arms is almost too sweet to resist. Almost.
Curb your desires, Aventurine. He thinks as he stumbles into the bathroom to freshen himself up, splashing water on himself to snap out of his dreamy haze. He repeats it like a mantra in his head as he goes through the motions, carelessly slipping on a simple teal dress shirt and white pants. It’s nowhere near his usual flashy ensemble, but it will do with the time constraints at hand. It’s just a couple hours. You’ll live.
Hah. If only Aventurine knew just how wrong he would be.
Somehow, every single one of his morning appointments stretched out until they far exceeded their allotted time and he’s left scrambling to get to the next one promptly. He barely has a moment to rest in-between difficult clients, resolving miscommunications, and working out compromises. His only saving grace is a brief moment of respite in the form of a lunch break, and he makes full use of it by scarfing down the first meal he can get at the cafeteria.
Of course, it is promptly cut short by an urgent matter that is to be addressed immediately. Some daft, bumbling idiot under him had just messed up big time. Of course, as their superior, he’s supposed to clean up after them. It takes up a chunk of his afternoon and it’s a miracle he doesn’t have any meetings to attend. It only pushes back his work a little bit, but he can manage. At this point, however, Aventurine is way too worn out to focus on anything. He’s spent just about all day dragging his feet from one step to the next, and it’s taking a toll on him. He just wants to go home.
So he does. He clocks out the moment the issue is sorted out, early by just a few hours before his usual time. Intergalactic economics be damned; he misses his boyfriend and his bed. Mostly his bed, really, but Veritas Ratio is just about the best bonus one could ask for.
It doesn’t take him long to make it back to their residence, and wow, what a thing to be able to say. The moment he opens the door, he kicks his shoes off and stumbles through the foyer without a care in the world. He leaves his bag on the coffee table in the middle of the living room as he passes by, heading straight into the hallway without sparing a second glance. Perhaps if he had, he would’ve noticed the torn packaging lying haphazardly on one of the couch cushions. Perhaps if he had, he would’ve noticed the crumpled receipt pinned beneath a glass on the kitchen counter.
Aventurine barrels into their shared bedroom for the best power nap of his life, only to find that he’s already dreaming. Not literally, no, though he might as well have been.
Veritas Ratio is standing in front of the tall, body-length mirror bolted to the wall and he’s positively bathing in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, all so that not a single inch of his body can even escape Aventurine’s quickly widening eyes. He’s stripped almost completely bare, the muscles of his back visibly rippling as he turns towards the source of the noise. Oh, but that’s not all. Of course that’s not all, because he wouldn’t bat an eye at the sight of his naked boyfriend when they regularly bathe together. No, what gets him is the gold chain lingerie and twinkling body jewelry adorning just about all of his bulky frame.
His gaze wanders so very easily as though he walks not the path of the Amber Lord but instead that of the Trailblaze, slowly working their way up the exposed, unmarred skin and all the new golds that decorate it. His journey starts at the dainty metal strings that deliberately fall in threes by the top of his feet to form a simple anklet, and it leads off into a single line that wraps around one of his toes to form a ring. Then, his heated stare leaves a trail of fire as it works up the doctor’s defined calves to the tops of his thick thighs, his lungs feeling tighter with every second like he’s burning through the oxygen in them at a staggering rate.
Perched delicately on the dips of his hips is an embellished band that wraps all around it, the aureate leaves at the sides drooping ever so slightly with the weight of numerous chains cascading over his pelvis in a way that feigns the impression of multiple layers and yet covers absolutely nothing. The jewelry itself lends to the idea of a rather elegant accessory, but the hefty cock unveiled underneath is a near uncouth display. The dichotomy is near dizzying, and he forces himself to look up lest drool begins to pool in his mouth only to be gulped down his drying throat.
If anything, though, the view becomes more impressive the higher Aventurine’s eyes traverse. Right over Ratio's heart, a jeweled centerpiece sits as the eye-catching focal point of the luxurious golden web splayed across the plump flesh of his chest. So very deliberately does the metal bend and twist into the framework of reverent debauchery, forming intricate floral patterns in-between the chains as they coil around the curves of his toned musculature. The auric threads weave over the vast expanse of his torso; they wrap around his waist, go under his arms, slipping just off his shoulders only to settle onto the slopes of his biceps, and daintily cup the full weight of his pectorals in such a way that could effortlessly incite envy from an audience. They form lines that are drawn from the middle and branch out until they cross over each other and overlap at the very perimeter of his silhouette, making up the details of an artwork so priceless that it could never meet its equal in gold. Small tassels droop down from the lower chains in a pitch to adorn, clinking softly as they brush against each other. Then, at the apex of it all, golden leaves wrap around the base of his neck to support a big, beautiful azure gemstone encased in a carved border to form a pendant.
Holy fucking shit.
“Oh.” Ratio says simply, the moment they lock gazes. He says it all so very simply, as if Aventurine’s whole world is not tipping over its axis just so that it can revolve around him. “You’re home early.”
“T-that I am.” Aventurine swallows thickly, audibly as though he could choke on the sheer volume of adoring words that threaten to spill out.
Oh, how he wishes he could utter them but the sunset rays peek through the window and hit Ratio just right and it has him clamping his jaw shut. The light catches on the edges of the laurel still nestled in his hair, except this time it wraps nearly all around his head like a circlet. Its reflection disperses into reds and oranges that spill across his face, highlighting the contours of his cheeks and working over the bridge of his nose. And yet, even as the same colors, they pale in comparison to the vibrancy of the dawn in his eyes when they scrutinize him carefully.
“Aventurine?” The other man asks after a moment, now turning fully to face him. There’s something in the look he’s giving. Not quite scared, but not quite elated. Reluctant, perhaps, like he’s treading this new situation with trepidation. “Are you quite alright?”
“Am I— Yes, oh my aeons, yes. I have never been better.” He feels a blush blooming on his face when he instinctively glances down, to which he pointedly averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Wow. I just... Doctor, you look dashing.”
At that, the corners of Ratio’s lips finally quirk upwards into a small, relieved smile. “I take it that you like what you see?”
“Yes. Very much. Too much.” Distinctly, Aventurine can feel his hands curling into fists by his sides if only to ground himself. “Fuck. Where did you even get this, Ratio?”
“I… saw it as a set of lingerie while browsing. After much deliberation, I bought it.”
Shit. His answer only lead to more and more questions, each one more prying than the last. Browsing what, exactly? For research purposes, can he drop the link? Were there other sets of lingerie? What did they look like? Did he buy more than one? How long has he had it in his possession? Has he tried it on before this? What was running through his mind the first time he put it on? Knowing him, how thoroughly did he check if he got the right size? Did he take pictures of his backside to see if it all fit?
And yet, only one of them remains at the forefront of his mind.
“Were you thinking of wearing it for me?”
Ratio scoffs, and there’s clear fond exasperation in the way he phrases his answer. “Who else? Stop asking stupid questions now.”
And sometimes, that’s all there is to it. Sometimes, things really are as straightforward as that. A million different thoughts are running through every corner of Aventurine’s mind; some are doting, some are depraved, and all of them are about this beautiful, perfect man named Veritas Ratio who he can call mine with all the confidence in the universe. He struggles to pick the best of the best, struggles to find which words he truly wants to say. In the end, he settles on just one sentiment.
“I love you.” It comes easily. It is honest, earnest, and encompasses all that he feels. It encompasses all that he needs to convey.
At that, the other man’s demeanor softens into something impossibly fond. It still makes his heart skip a beat, even after all this time. “I love you too. Do you plan on standing there all day, or are you going to let me give you your welcome home kiss?”
Aventurine feels himself grin stupidly before he can even catch himself, and he makes quick strides across the room to close the distance between them. One hand tugs on his own dress shirt as he unbuttons it from the top, while the other reaches out to cup Ratio’s cheek in a motion so practiced that it’s perfect. His fingertips graze the soft locks of dark bangs as he tilts his head up expectantly, relishing in the low chuckle from the other man before he leans down to press their lips together. It’s slow, sweet, and the tenderness in it all snakes around his heart and squeezes. It’s not unlike how strong arms wrap around him when he parts for air to pull him back into another kiss, not unlike how deft fingers grip onto the curve of his waist to keep him anchored in place.
When they break apart once more and press their foreheads against each other, Aventurine says the first and only thing that comes to mind. “That’s two kisses.”
“Yes.” Ratio huffs, and his breath is hot against his lips. “I’m claiming the goodbye kiss you forgot to give me this morning.”
“Oh.” He laughs, letting his eyes flutter shut at the mischievous little idea planted into his mind. “Well, in that case, let me give you tomorrow’s kisses in advance.”
Aventurine stands on the tips of his toes just as he pulls Ratio back in, both of his arms wrapping around his neck. Their bodies press together to deepen the languid kiss, and that one is for tomorrow morning. Then, there comes a fleeting peck at the corner of a small smile, and that one is for tomorrow evening. After that is a loud, wet smack as an over-the-top smooch makes him giggle, and that one is for the day after. And so on, and so forth.
Ratio steps back after what feels like forever, and the tips of his ears are reddening ever so slightly. Cute. “At this rate, I may have enough to last me a whole week.”
“It’s just like you said, doctor.” Aventurine smiles up at him once again, and he’s a little surprised when it’s light and soft and genuine. He should really get used to that, because it’s all he ever does around Ratio. “It certainly doesn’t hurt to take precautionary measures when you don’t know what the future holds.”
The hold on his waist tightens. “My, what a diligent student I have.”
In the few moments of comfortable silence between them, Aventurine slides his hands down the other man’s shoulders absentmindedly. His fingers find the first chains easily, and he runs his touch along them in inexplicable compulsion. Huh. They feel weighty, cool, and well-made; they must’ve been rather expensive. The joint links look even and firm, and a stray thought at the back of his head wonders if they can remain intact even in the roughest throes of carnal ecstasy. He tugs on them just a bit, freezing when he hears Ratio’s breath hitch.
“Can I?” His fingers stop at the junction between the other man’s collarbone and chest, teasing yet apprehensive.
Then comes a breathless whisper, sending shivers down his spine. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.”
Well, that goes straight to his dick. Aventurine quickly pushes Ratio against the mirror, sweeping him up into a heated kiss as his touch wanders further, further down. He swipes his tongue against his lower lip and nips at it insistently, swallowing up the ensuing gasp fervently. They move in tandem, heads tilting instinctively as their mouths slot together smoothly. Their tongues swirl together, and there are fingers running along the length of his back and tugging on his now fully unbuttoned dress shirt to take it off. He shrugs it off as he returns the favor, smirking when he feels the other man jerk in surprise as he brushes past one perky nipple and skirts along his abdomen.
“Aeons, Ratio.” There’s a lingering string of spit that connect them even as he steps back. “You look beautiful.”
“Yeah?” Ratio licks his lips, all bruised and bitten. “Tell me about it.”
Challenge accepted. “You’re stunning. I can’t believe you’re real.”
Now that Aventurine has been given ample permission, the words flow out of his mouth like a steady stream of saccharine sentiments. He vocalizes even the most embarrassing of thoughts, reading every single line with all the veneration of reciting holy scriptures. He says Ratio’s name like it’s a prayer, like he is to be worshipped, like he is positively divine.
“Ratio, I don’t know why you don’t let me adorn you all the time. Just look at you like this. You look so gorgeous in gold.”
He trails feather-light pecks down the corners of the other man’s mouth all the way to the side of his neck. He licks a wet stripe up slowly and tantalizingly until he can feel hands hold onto his shoulders like he is grounding, like he is salvation itself. Unfortunately for Ratio, Aventurine is but the false foothold that sends them tumbling into a pit of temptations. His teeth graze the plush skin before finally biting in, eliciting the most delicious of low groans. The taste of his lover falling apart beneath him is sweet, and he sucks on the flesh ardently as though to draw every last drop of flavor. He is a greedy, gluttonous man and he has no qualms about marking what’s his from the top to the bottom.
“Can’t believe you’re wearing this. Can’t believe this is all for me, this is all mine.”
Aventurine is no artist and his handiwork may be unrefined, but the way he undoes Ratio’s very being is a masterpiece all the same. The colors of his love manifest in carmines and merlots, and the other man’s heaving chest is the perfect canvas through which those hues show at their prettiest. The scattered love bites only serve to accentuate the radiant golds of the chains still woven over his torso, and he is like a tapestry waiting to be unraveled.
“Fuck, baby, you don’t even need to do anything.” One hand comes up to twist one nipple while his mouth latches onto the other. He can just about feel his dick strain against his pants at the unabashed moan he is rewarded with. “I’d do all the work for you, anytime.”
“Aventurine…” Ratio trails off, his eyes glazed over and half-lidded. What a lovely expression; it’s one he just can’t deny. So much for restraint. Aventurine peels himself away from him so that he can guide them both towards the edge of the bed.
“Sit down for me, darling?”
“A-alright.”
Dear Amber Lord, if there ever will be a time your blessing of Preservation should be bestowed upon me then it should be to salvage my sanity at this exact moment. And of course no Aeons come to his aid, because Ratio sits down, spreads his legs, and it’s downright maddening. Aventurine doesn’t think twice before he sinks down to his knees on the floor, prying the other man’s thighs further apart to press kisses to their innermost areas. Ratio’s thick cock is just a few inches away now, half-hard and glistening with precum beneath the twinkle of the metal splayed around it. Holy shit. Aventurine is so unbelievably hard that he palms himself through his pants for the slightest bit of reprieve.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like this. You’re so perfect. So pretty and perfect, all for me.”
“Hah… Aventurine…”
“Ratio. I…” He trails off for a second, looking up at the other man through fluttering eyelashes. “I wanna see you jerk yourself off.”
“How crude.” So Ratio says, but he indulges him anyway. He never even needed to plead, it seems.
Aventurine watches enraptured as Ratio wraps a few fingers around the base of his dick, his thumb circling the tip slowly. Fuck. He can see, hear, and feel just how this affects him. He can see the way his free hand grasp onto the white sheets below, can see Ratio’s face twist into one of pleasure, can see the dark blush bloom on his cheeks and go all the way down to neck and the tips of his ears. He can hear the sharp inhale at the first point of contact, can hear a low groan rumbling from his throat, can hear how his lips part around the syllables of his name. He can feel the full-body shudder that courses through him, can feel the way his thighs tremble and threaten to clamp shut, can feel how he bucks his hips upwards into his hand. Aeons.
“Mh…” Ratio lets a small noise slip as he tightens his grip slightly and drags upwards, swiping off the leaking precum and slathering it over his length as much as he can. It’s nowhere near slick and smooth enough for it to be entirely comfortable, so it’s no surprise that he starts off slow. He moves his hand up and down in almost methodical motions, like self-pleasure is an experiment to be replicated and a science to be perfected. He focuses primarily on the sensitive tip, pumping shallowly and lingering on the junction between the head and the shaft. What an honor it is, truly, to have the esteemed doctor give a visual demonstration of the best way to administer his undoing.
Aventurine can tell that Ratio is trying to hold out, perhaps even putting on a little show for him. He can tell from the snail’s pace he’s going at, from the near choreographed manner in which his fingers curve just right. He can tell from the way he pulls his hand all the way down his cock when it starts to feel a little too good, from the stutter in his pelvis when he instinctively tries to thrust up but knows that he has to stay put.
Fuck. Aventurine needs Ratio in his mouth now.
He pulls the other man in by the hip and dives in like he’s possessed, gently prying away Ratio’s hand to make room for his own. He takes his time licking all the way up the shaft, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to it whenever he feels like it. When he gets to the tip, he swirls his tongue around it to lap up the leaking precum like it is no different from honeyed ambrosia, like it is sacramental wine and he is receiving a blessing from the heavens itself. He indulges with an experimental dip into the slit, and he is rewarded for his devotion.
“Ah−!”
A hand shoots up to hold onto his head, fingers running through the golden locks of hair and gripping firmly. Aventurine takes it as a sign, as holy proclamation and as divine message to keep fucking going. He is nothing if not devout to the act of worshipping his lover, so he wraps his lips around the head and sucks. He is nothing if not earnest to prove his faith, so takes as much as he can into his mouth and uses his hands for the rest. Ratio’s cock is hot and heavy on his tongue and there’s no way he can sing his praises, but it is alright because he can make a litany out of this.
Just as he begins to bob his head up and down, Ratio tries to pull him off despite all his pleased little noises. “N-not so… hah…”
Aventurine, ever the dutiful follower, yields and pries himself off his dick with an audible pop. “Not so what?”
“F-fast… I don’t want to finish yet…” The other man chokes out. “I want… to help you too…”
“Hah… How kind of you. You’re so thoughtful, hm?” His dick twitches impatiently; it’s quite the apt reminder, really. “Then… then, you can help me like this.”
Aventurine makes quick work of unzipping his pants, tugging them down just enough for his clothed erection to spring out. He can already feel a wet spot forming from his precum, and he shudders from both his anticipation and the chilly air hitting him all at once. He pulls one of Ratio’s legs closer and kneels properly, all so he can grind against his leg like a desperate dog, like a diligent devotee.
Wow. This really shouldn’t feel as good as it does; perhaps he’s more into this whole thing than he thought he was. The friction feels just right, and he muffles his whining by stuffing his mouth right back up with Ratio’s dick. Oh, how delighted he is when the chains of the anklet clink and jingle with every movement. It is like music to the ears, a sinful symphony that resonates in his brain with the accompaniment of wanton moans and heavy breaths. It is no wonder that he has his own part to play, in the hymn he hums to send vibrations down the other’s cock as he tries to take in inch after inch.
“Ngh...”
Aventurine doesn’t stop until his nose is buried into the small patch of hair near the base, until all of the thick cock is stretching out his throat and he can barely breathe. He swirls his tongue around the shaft torturously slow, dragging it along the one prominent vein on the underside until Ratio is holding onto the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He lets his jaw fall slack as he swallows eagerly, working past his gag reflex as he blinks away the ensuing tears.
He only takes a few more seconds to settle before he’s slowly pulling himself up and abruptly slamming back down. He sets a relentless pace, bobbing his head up and down even as Ratio’s hips twitch and buck upwards. There is a delicious burn whenever the tip hits the back of his throat. There is a smoldering heat building up in his leaking dick as it rubs against both rigid metal and soft flesh. There is a fervent flame warming up his chest as each second passes by; it is his love and devotion, struggling to be conveyed in their entirety through the limits of physicality. Ah, but the Aeons are omniscient and his lover has the uncanny ability to know what he’s thinking, so surely they both can forgive him for his shortcomings. He is but a man enamored, after all.
“A-Aventurine…!” Ratio gasps just as his grip on his hair tightens, and it keeps him rooted in place. Not that he planned on moving, anyway. “I’m… close!”
He’s getting a little too careless and sloppy, so he just closes his eyes and relaxes as much as he can. The best he can do right now is be the optimal cocksleeve for Ratio, to be the perfect vessel for his seed. He can feel drool dribble out of the sides of his mouth as the other man discards all his inhibitions, fucking up into him desperately as he chases release. Aventurine’s hands have long abandoned their conquest as he lets the other man do all the work, so they’ve slid all the way down to toy with his weeping dick. He can no longer tell if he’s choking on his own whimpers or the dick down his throat. Ah, what an addicting cycle of lascivious bliss, of hedonistic pleasure that makes his head light and his thoughts sparse.
Finally, one particularly hard thrust later, warm cum spills into Aventurine’s waiting mouth like blessings aplenty. He gulps it all down like he is drinking straight from the chalice of benediction, a most exquisite array of flavors for those with blind beliefs. The excess leaks out of his parted lips and coats his lips, and he laps them up thoroughly so as not to waste a single drop. The moment he’s done with it, he lets the softening dick fall out of his mouth unceremoniously as he lays his head on the other man’s lap. He’s panting from exertion and there’s a dull ache in his esophagus, but he’s no less happy. For a moment, the room is filled with the sound of comfortable silence and shallow panting. When he’s finally recovered enough, he looks up and meets Ratio’s adoring gaze.
“Hi, doc.”
“Hello.”
“That okay?” Aventurine presses a tender peck to the other’s leg, nuzzling into him.
Ratio hums contentedly, running his hands through blonde locks. “More than.”
“Are you good for another, then?”
“You are insatiable.” So Ratio says, but he indulges him anyway. Again. How adorable.
“What can I say? The best gamblers are addicted to winning, after all.” Aventurine winks before getting up on shaky legs, leaning on Ratio’s outstretched arm for support. “Now sit on my face, babe.”
He collapses onto the bed and turns over so that he’s lying flat on his back, beckoning the other over. Ratio obliges, dragging himself over so he can position his pelvis right above Aventurine’s face. Aeons above, what a view. The golden chains dangle precariously all around him, almost like they need to be unfurled to reveal everything underneath. He swallows thickly as he pushes them aside, each faux layer drawing trepid breaths until he finally gets to Ratio’s pale pink hole. It is temptation in and of itself, inviting him to take a taste that he knows will get him addicted. Fuck. If he wasn’t already drooling, he surely would be by now.
“Awful oral fixation you’ve got today, hm?”
“Long day.” Aventurine wraps his arms around the other’s hips, urging him down. “No thoughts, head empty, want you in my mouth.”
“That’s quite alright.” There’s something cheeky in Ratio’s tone as he moves to straddle him properly. “I like you better when you’re not talking, anyway.”
“You might wanna hold your words, doc.” His next words are muffled, but the message is conveyed anyway. “Wouldn’t want you to choke on them when I make you scream.”
Aventurine licks a wet stripe all the way across Ratio’s perineum to his hole, effectively silencing whatever snarky reply he would’ve given. It gives way to a guttural moan as he flicks his tongue over the entrance, circling the rim teasingly before savoring a shallow dip past the entrance. The thighs caging him in tremble once more, and he belatedly realizes that Ratio is half-hard.
“Already? That was fast.” He cranes his neck upwards just a little bit so he can pull the other man down and slap his dick against his face. “Ah, you really are perfect, Ratio. Already so hard and dripping even though you’ve just came.”
“S-shut up.”
“As you wish.”
“Ngh!” Ratio squirms as Aventurine plunges right back in, and this time he doesn’t hold back. His tongue delves into the warm tightness with the eagerness of a virgin and the proficiency of an expert, masterfully undoing the other’s very being from the bottom-up. He curls his tongue just enough to induce a near scream, and withdraws completely so that he can go back to lapping at the rim with all the innocence he can muster in such a perverse position. It’s demure and coy, and it’s enough to keep his lover on his toes and calling out his name like an invocation.
He could do this all day. But alas, he only has so much time before they both reach their limits.
“Hah… A-Aventurine…” Ratio taps on the crown of his head frantically and Aventurine pauses, pulling away. “Stop, stop… I’m close.”
“Hm?” He may be willfully obedient, but he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to be a tease. “I thought you wanted me quiet. I didn’t know you’d be so picky about how.”
The other’s voice is hoarse and raspy, all because of him. Satisfaction coils in his gut all too easily. “T-there’s other ways to shut you up, you know.”
“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry them out when you’re like this?” As if to answer his own question, he tilts his head up to let his hot breath fan over the other man’s twitching erection. “When you’re already twitching and drooling and coming undone?”
“C-come here, idiot.” Ratio reaches over to cup his cheeks, looking down at him with all the love in the world. “I want to kiss you.”
“Oh.” Aventurine smiles and leans into the gentle touch. “Of course.”
Ratio lifts his hips to slide down just as Aventurine slides up the bed, and they shift positions so that they’re both sitting up and facing each other. At the sight of the other man’s open arms, he chuckles and crawls into his lap. He presses their lips together in a languid kiss, letting himself be swept up in the ensuing warm embrace as the cool metal of the chains dig into his bare skin. Aventurine lets out a keen at the clash of sensations, and Ratio takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. He startles and their hips knock together, eliciting low groans out of both of them. They lose themselves in the motions, craving the decadence of rutting against each other like they’re feral animals in heat.
Aventurine feels Ratio’s hands slide down the curve of his arched back and settle on the globes of his ass, kneading the soft flesh and spreading the cheeks apart. Fingertips flutter around his rim, the touch featherlight yet driving him crazy all the same.
“C-can I?” Ratio mutters against his lips, his breathing hot and heavy and irregular.
Aventurine nods ardently, feeling the taut strings of his restraint snap. He grasps at the fraying ends, if only to maintain some semblance of control. “Lie down, love. I want to see all of you.”
Ratio obliges once again, laying back until his back hits the mattress and his head drops on the plush pillows by the headboard. Aventurine reaches over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the half-used bottle of lube. He throws one leg over so he can straddle the other man properly, and a firm grip holds onto his love handles to drag him up and put his ass in the air. He lets out a choked sob when their erections brush against each other, burying his face in the crook of his lover’s neck as he faintly registers the sound of the bottle popping open.
In the time it takes to warm up the lube, his teeth find the cool metal of the laurel choker and bite down. It is there that he stifles his cries when a slick finger slips right in, slowly going right up to the knuckle. The stretch only stings a little, courtesy of Ratio’s ever delicate ministrations and Aventurine’s own ample experience. He holds onto the other man’s shoulders as he tries to relax, despite how much he wants to tense up in a gluttonous bid to be filled up even more. He must have passed some sort of cosmic trial, because it isn’t long before a second finger is prodding at his entrance. He exhales through his teeth as it stretches the rim and passes through, and a pleasant burn radiates all throughout his lower back. The mix of pain and pleasure is reminiscent of a delectable cocktail, and he drinks it all in until he’s intoxicated on the addicting taste of their lovemaking.
Aventurine feels Ratio bury his nose into the top of his head, and he can hear him mumbling sweet nothings and quiet reassurances. It’s awfully soft, like he isn’t two fingers deep into his ass and stretching him to oblivion. He can’t help but laugh a little, but it doesn’t last long before he’s moaning at the way the other man curls his fingers and brushes against his prostate. He grinds back into them like they are redemption and he is a sinner, and just about keens when they hit his most sensitive spot head-on and make him see stars.
From that point on, the good doctor sets a damn near cruel pace. Ratio spreads his fingers apart as he drags them out slowly, only stopping when they get caught on the rim as Aventurine desperately tightens to keep him inside. Then he thrusts them back in with one swift motion, the sudden force driving his hips forward until their weeping dicks brush against each other and smear precum all over. Incoherent pleas spill from his lips like they’re overflowing, and they are only to silenced once a third finger fucks into him with reckless abandon. The mild pain ebbs away into a haze of pure pleasure, and it isn’t long before he’s babbling and begging for something else to fill him up instead.
“Fuck. Y-you really are irresistible.” Aventurine whines when the fingers finally slip out of him, his hole clenching around nothing but empty air. “Look at what you’re doing to me, R-Ratio. Look at how you make me so desperate for your cock.”
“Mh…” Ratio falters at his words so very quickly, furrowing his eyebrows in a cute frustrated expression. His attentive eyes follow the gambler’s every movement as he shakily sits up, grabbing the forgotten bottle of lube and squirting some into his hands. “Shit.”
“Do try to hold on for as long as you can, doctor.” He grins as he lathers it all over the other man’s throbbing dick, positioning himself right over it. “I want to take my time ruining you.”
The view from above is heavenly; so much so that Aventurine couldn’t look away even if he wanted to, even if its radiance burned away at his mortal eyes. Veritas Ratio is splayed across the pristine white bedsheets like the embodiment of sin, all flushed and heaving as he falls apart to the temptations of lust. The milky skin of his torso is littered with reddening hickeys and purpling bite marks, particularly concentrated around the two perky nipples of his arched chest. The gold chains have clearly been jostled as the body underneath was ravaged, the tapestry of auric threads unravelling and coming undone just like its wearer. One muscular arm is pulled up to cover half of his pretty face, though it does nothing to hide the fierce scarlet on his cheeks or the small line of drool dribbling down the side of his mouth and dripping off his chin. A thin sheen of sweat covers all of his exposed torso, reflecting the sunlight from the window in a way that almost gives him an angelic glow. The image of him like this is almost sacred, if not for the unholy implications behind his state of being.
Aventurine resists the urge to lick it off, lest he spend the rest of the evening worshipping Ratio with his tongue in more ways than one. Instead, he braces himself as the other man’s dick rubs against the curve of his ass. He inhales sharply as his hole takes it in greedily, just until the thick head is fully past his entrance.
“A-ah… so big…” He moans out, barely thinking about the words coming out of his mouth anymore. The cock nestled inside him twitches, and he just can’t help but tease. “You like that, hm?”
“Mmph…” Ratio turns his head to the side, obscuring his face further. Unfortunately for him, it only makes it easier to see just how red the tips of his ears are.
“You like it when I tell you just how huge you are? Just how deep you go when you scramble up my insides?”
As if to punctuate his point, Aventurine sinks further until he’s halfway down the shaft. Aeons, he’s obsessed with the way he’s being filled to the brim, with the way his guts are rearranged until his walls meld to the shape of Ratio’s thick cock. In the deepest and most depraved parts of his brain, he likens the sensation to that of a holy lance splitting him wide open.
“O-oh!” Aventurine cries out, his thighs trembling as his hands fly to hold onto Ratio’s hips so he can maintain his balance. He doesn’t know if he’s struggling to hold himself up, or trying to hold himself back from slamming right down. “You’re filling me up so, so well.”
“Hah… Aventurine…”
Ratio’s free hand slides down to clasp over one of Aventurine’s, tracing circles over the back of it almost shyly. He smiles as he accepts the silent request, intertwining their fingers together and lightly squeezing. It helps ground him a little as he settles fully on the other man’s lap, his ass flush against the top of muscular thighs once he takes the hefty cock all the way to its base. The stretch is maddening; the pain is so dull that it’s almost pleasurable and the pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s almost painful. It’s not too much; rather, it’s not enough and he just wants to move already, wants to skip out on his own adjustment period just so he can satiate his greed. Fuck. He grits his teeth for all of a few minutes before he gives into his growing impatience, lest he drives himself to insanity by denying himself of what he wants.
“I’ll m-move.” Aventurine raises his hips precariously until only the tip remains, and throat is drying from anticipation. “You can, too.”
He slams them right back down, and he immediately throws his head back as he flutters his eyes shut. It feels so damn good. Ratio’s dick is so thick that it gets caught on the rim when it tries to pull itself out, so lengthy that that it hits the deepest parts with total ease. Before Aventurine even knows it, he’s already raised himself up again and is dropping back down for another hard thrust. Ratio meets him halfway, bucking his hips up into his tight heat and eliciting a squeak of surprise. Aventurine wasn’t expecting that, and quite literally did not see it coming. His little hole clenches around the other man like a vice in response, and their wanton moans mix together almost harmoniously as they begin to set a sloppy rhythm.
“Hngh… You’re fucking me so good, Ratio.”
“Ha…”
“S-such a good boy.” Aventurine feels Ratio twitch and groan again at the praise, and suddenly he wants more. He wants to know exactly every little compliment that affects the other man and just what kind of reactions they elicit, wants to note them down and tuck the data away for any future endeavors.
He tilts his head back down and opens his eyes, only to frown and slacken his pace. The first thing he notices is that Ratio is still covering his pretty little face; he’s not doing a very good job at it, but he’s covered his eyes and that is a travesty in and of itself. The second thing he notices is that the chains click together with every movement; the previously intricate web of golds is now nothing more than fraying threads that cross over each other haphazardly. Aventurine’s free hand cups the other man’s face, trailing his tentative touch down the hickeys on the side of his neck and the bite marks on his chest until he comes across a tangled mass of metal. He lets his fingers curl around it slowly, testing the weight of it in his hands and rolling it around until he can get a good grip. And then, with a sly smirk on his face, he pulls.
To his delight, the reaction is immediate. Ratio’s hips jerk as he makes a surprised noise. “Hngh−!”
“Don’t cover your face, Veritas.” Aventurine says so firmly that it surprises even himself, his voice low and raspy in such a way that makes the other man pause. “I want to see exactly how I make you fall apart.”
He can see the way the command washes over the other man, can see just how the gears in his head turn as he takes it in and absorbs it so he can obey it properly. He’s eager and yet a little hesitant, excited and yet a little nervous. It’s quite the endearing sight, really. For a moment, Aventurine is the imperious deity that holds out his hand and demands to be revered. For a moment, Ratio is the pious disciple that kneels before him to offer up his body and soul.
Aventurine takes note of Ratio’s nervous gulp, of the teeth peeking out to bite on his bottom lip, of the slight tremble in the arm covering his eyes as he slowly begins to pull it away. His bangs are damp from sweat and plastered to his forehead, the laurel circlet wrapping around his head is lopsided and threatens to fall off. His beautiful eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure, the vibrant colors of dawn obscured by the beginnings of tears. His mouth parts around the syllables of the gambler’s name, jaw falling slack in a silent scream of sheer bliss.
Oh.
Aventurine smiles fondly and brings their intertwined hands up to his lips, squeezing lightly as he leaves a kiss on Ratio’s knuckles. Then he bounces on the other’s dick faster and harder than he ever has before, the tender moment thoroughly perverted by the sounds of unabashed moans and skin slapping on skin.
There is something so alluring about the dichotomy of everything: of the sweet words alongside the filthy actions, of the elegant attire for such a carnal occasion. There is something so enticing about the disjunction of it all: of the reverent worship and its unholy subject, of Ratio’s pretty face and the wrecked state it is in.
Aventurine’s knees dig into the sheets as he shifts angles every so often, up until he finds what he’s looking for. He finally finds the position that hits his prostate dead-on with every thrust, and he just about screams as he clenches around the thick cock pounding him to oblivion. Ratio’s free hand flies up to waist to hold on firmly, this grip digging into Aventurine’s lithe frame as he guides them both in provocative revelry. They meet each other halfway, thoroughly entangled even as they teeter over the precipice of climax.
“O-oh…!”
“C-close… Hah…”
“Cum for me, love.” Aventurine chokes out as he rolls his hips down frantically, chasing sinful rapture and sweet release. “I-inside.”
That does it. Ratio’s hips falter as he inhales sharply, and he’s spilling warm cum right into Aventurine’s waiting hole. He whines but drinks it in eagerly all the same, tightening impossibly like he’s trying to milk every last drop. Deft fingers leave his bruised sides and curl around his weeping dick, pumping vigorously even as he begins to scream. Finally, finally, Aventurine is sent over the edge, riding out his high as he paints ribbons of white all over the debauched masterpiece that is Veritas Ratio.
Aventurine slumps forward, right into Ratio’s waiting arms. The softening dick slides out of him as he curls up into the other’s chest, uncaring of the metal that digs into him and the sticky cum that threatens to dry on his skin. Instead, he squeezes their intertwined hands together and closes his eyes to focus on their rapid heartbeats and ragged breathing. This is his favorite part of lovemaking: basking in the afterglow as the temporary rush of adrenaline and hedonism fades away into something far less ephemeral and something far more everlasting. This is his favorite part of lovemaking: the love itself.
Once they’ve both calmed down, Aventurine tilts his head up so he can steal away a kiss. There, he smiles against the other man’s lips and whispers. “Please tell me you bought more than one of these.”
“Then, you’ll be pleased to know why it took me much deliberation to get this in the first place.”
“Huh. Why?”
Ratio coughs into his hand and pointedly looks away, the tips of his ears reddening ever so slightly. “I may have bought the store’s entire catalog.”