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Unable to sleep, and with only the critters for warmth and company in their shared bed, Aventurine found himself awake.
Exhaling as he picked up his phone, Aventurine glanced at the sky outside. It was still dark outside, but bright enough for anyone to see, meaning sunrise would be soon, therefore there was likely little point in going back to sleep. The blinding light of his phone made him scrunch his eyes, getting used to the light. The time of 4:15AM glared back at him. One of the critters released a disapproving mewl, telling him to get off his phone and go back to sleep. With the reprimand, it was almost like Veritas was right beside him, but the lack of a solid warmth and the scent of rose-infused soap to carry him through the rest of the night, when he woke shivering in the cold embrace of darkness, as well as the fact Veritas was not a fluffy cat with a gelatinous shell made it difficult to pretend.
Opening the IPC Shopping Mall app on his phone, Aventurine scrolled through it, finding very few things of interest. A pressure cooker, one limited edition perfume bottle, and a few expensive cat toys later, sunset eyes landed on a nurse outfit. The outfit itself was of a coral pink, trimmed with white on the collar, sleeves, and breast pocket. The outfit would have been nothing out of the ordinary, if not for the fact a pair of white, pink-trimmed stockings with pink bows at the sides were included, as well as the fact the skirt was dangerously close to being rendered useless in covering a person’s bottom half.
Intrigued, Aventurine sat up, kicking the blankets off and down to his feet. The critters beside him blinked curiously up at him, one of them having found their way into his lap for a morning cuddle. Absent-mindedly, Aventurine patted the top of their shell as he scrolled through the catalogue pictures. There were no professional model photos, just a few pictures of the outfit in someone’s house, and presented in a plastic dry-cleaning bag.
Anyone could sell anything on the IPCSM app, but they usually had restrictions on content like this, therefore the fact Aventurine found it could be the luck of the draw considering their scanners likely hadn’t seen it yet, although the seller technically wasn’t breaking any rules. There was no nude or suggestive content, unless the clothing itself could be considered suggestive content, but that would truly be pushing it.
Scrolling down to the seller information, the seller was anonymous, but there was a message attached: Recently broke up with my boyfriend. Bought this for him ‘cause he’s a doctor and thought it would be fun roleplay, but it came just after we broke up. Thought someone else on here might have better luck than me. Never been worn or opened, good as new, selling price is same as purchase price.
Aventurine swept the hair out of his face, bringing his hand down to rest at his chin thoughtfully. Veritas would be stressed when he came home from his interastral conference, if his strained voice on the phone with Aventurine yesterday was any indication, as well as his reluctance to hang up when he was pulled away. Coming home, finding Aventurine in a sorry excuse for a nurse’s outfit that would likely grant him several uniform violations, and in stockings that showed off his thighs where Veritas liked to leave little marks, whether with his teeth or with his hands… It could be a nice surprise for the doctor.
Aventurine quickly added it to his cart, and rushed to the checkout screen.
In his excitement, Aventurine did not remember falling back asleep, likely lulled to it by the weight of the critter in his lap. If Veritas were here, he would have given them a praising pat for assisting Aventurine into getting enough rest. However, as it were, he was awakened by a loud rap on his door, causing Aventurine to stumble blearily out of bed.
The delivery person did not bother to stay, leaving the contents at the door, leaving Aventurine to view only a retreating silhouette through his bleary gaze. The pressure cooker would be a pain to carry in, but the rest of his items were there.
Carrying the cat toys in first, the critters bounced around him curiously, wondering what he had purchased this time. Opening the contents, he watched as they became more animated, clearly excited for something new to stimulate their minds that didn’t include making messes with baking powder or the first aid kit Veritas needed to replace three times and now placed on a high shelf.
So high, not even Aventurine could reach it, though it wasn’t like he ever needed it since the reliable doctor was always around to patch him up whenever he found himself in need of medical attention.
Aventurine sighed wistfully, thinking of Veritas.
It had only been a few days since he left for the conference, but Aventurine found himself missing his presence. The smell was fading from his pillow, and it was difficult to fall asleep without hearing the scraping of a pen across the desk or the gentle, rhythmic tapping of a keyboard as Veritas finished his work for the night before the sheets rustled, and a peck on the forehead with a deep, sleepy rumble of goodnight .
It had become routine, so losing it, even if it was only for a few days, made him anxious.
Sunset gaze turned to where he discarded the rest of his purchases on the sofa, the light of the room illuminated the pink of the uniform along with the stockings. Picking it up, Aventurine wondered if he should try it on first, but he didn’t want to stretch the fabric out before Veritas came home. After all, the garment was a surprise for the doctor, decorating his body to entice him into a little “fun roleplay” at the seller’s inadvertent suggestion, as giddy as the idea made him.
Huffing exasperatedly, Aventurine decided to leave it for tomorrow, hanging it up inside of their shared wardrobe. Without work to occupy him, Aventurine supposed he would be spending the rest of his day playing with the cat cakes and figuring out how the pressure cooker worked.
As soon as he hauled it inside.
With renewed vigour, Aventurine welcomed the next day. He passed the morning by in a haze, until his phone pinged, the screen lighting up to tell him he received a new message. Unlocking his phone, Veritas’ name stared back at him from the screen, informing Aventurine he would be home soon. Smiling to himself, Aventurine quickly locked his phone, gently discarding it on the coffee table before he rushed into the bedroom to retrieve the uniform.
The outfit was a little tighter on him than anticipated, stopping at the top of his thighs, where little fading bruises were already bitten into his skin, hugging over his ass tightly accentuating the perky curves, and cinched at his waist, embellishing his seemingly delicate frame behind the fabric. Frowning with a sudden wave of self-consciousness, Aventurine tried to pull the skirt down further, but to no avail, as it merely slid back up along the skin of his thighs, almost leaving nothing to the imagination, if not for the stockings that stopped below his skirt.
The buttons of the shirt didn’t completely close across his chest, almost exposing his nipples to the chill of the air, and every time the fabric brushed aggravated them, he needed to hold back an aroused gasp. Closing the wardrobe door to take a look at himself in the mirror, Aventurine immediately regretted his decision.
The fabric truly showed off every single one of his… assets, leaving him feeling as if his body was more exposed than it would have been if he was completely naked. The colour of the uniform highlighted the pink of his eyes, and matched his golden blond hair well. Inferiority overwhelmed his senses, as he could only think that on anyone else, this may look enticing, but on his own body, he couldn’t help but want to shrink away, burrow himself beneath the blankets of the bed, the critters surrounding him, and pretend he did not occupy space for a while.
Anxiety washed over him as his thoughts raced: What if Veritas didn’t even like it? What if he scoffed, told him he looked ridiculous, and told him to take it off and put some proper clothes on? That he shouldn’t have wasted money. To return it, or sell it somewhere else.
This is silly , he sighed to himself. I should take this off .
Before he could, however, the door clicked open softly, followed by an aggravated sigh, and the rustling of fabric. Panicked, Aventurine tip-toed towards the door, peeking out to see Veritas removing his tie and jacket, tiredly trudging towards the bedroom, the critters watching him from the sofa.
He didn’t tell them to get down , Aventurine mused, therefore the doctor must really be exhausted, and here Aventurine was, standing in a nurse’s uniform he specifically bought to help his poor, tired doctor relax. Sighing, Aventurine knew there was no turning back now; he was committed, now, to his mission — the rest was a risk he would have to take.
Backing away from the door, Aventurine watched as Veritas made his way in, though he spared Aventurine not even a glance, clearly too dazed from his own drained energy, though Aventurine noted a disgruntled expression on his face; the tell-tale sign his distress was mental in nature rather than physical. Pushing aside his own anxieties, clenching his left hand behind his back as he closed the door with his right, Aventurine leaned his back against the door, crossing his ankles one over the other in a seductive pose.
“ Paging Dr. Ratio ,” Aventurine purred.
Clenching the fingers of his left hand into a fist, Aventurine watched as Veritas’ amber gaze came to rest upon him, nearly missing the glint in his eye. Veritas’ eyes raked over his form, resting at his thighs before flickering back up to meet his eyes. With a low hum, Veritas walked past him to hang up his jacket and tie, closing the wardrobe door softly.
A tension knotted itself into Aventurine’s chest. Had his worst fears been realised? Although, instead of gracing him with any response, Veritas merely thought to ignore him, hoping Aventurine would realise his foolishness on his own and undress himself, thoroughly chastised through nothing but a mere hum , regretting his decisions, and pulling on more appropriate clothing. Clothing that would hide his lithe body behind large fabric, so neither of them had to see it — had to see this body he was still unused to; still being mended and stitched by warm, loving hands… to lose that would be a shame. Then again, when has anything warm and loving been his to keep? To cherish? Perhaps, Aventurine was just too selfish.
“Where did you find that?” Veritas inquired, before clarifying, “what you’re wearing.”
As he spoke, Veritas softly closed the wardrobe’s door, his voice thick, heavy, and almost hoarse. Aventurine swallowed down the knot in his chest, forcing himself to don the mask; the mask of the confident, frivolous gambler who risked it all — and right now, the only thing he was risking was his dignity, but regardless… it was all or nothing, anyway.
“I found it on the IPCSM app,” Aventurine replied, sunset-like gaze flickering up to meet Veritas’ intense stare. “It was a lucky find, really. This woman had just broken up with her doctor boyfriend, so decided to sell it. What are the chances, hm?”
Before he could respond, Aventurine took the reins.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Doctor,” he uttered, dropping his voice into a low, seductive purr, walking slowly forward to rest his hands above Veritas’s pecs. Being close like this; close to the scent of that rose-infused soap, the comforting warmth of Veritas’ body, the soft plush of his skin — it overwhelmed Aventurine with how much he missed having Veritas there , beside him, whether it was sleeping or just eating meals together. It made him want to throw his arms around his neck with reckless abandon, and cling on tightly, forgoing everything previously and just breathe in his presence.
However, Aventurine had a show to do, and he was nothing if not committed to seeing things through.
“It’s been… so lonely without you,” Aventurine continued, grazing his fingers lightly over Veritas’ nipples, grinning internally at the slight jerk of his body, followed by an exhale. Glancing down, Aventurine saw the beginnings of a tent in Veritas’ pants already. Oddly comforted by his reactions, Aventurine felt his anxieties begin to melt away, spurred on by the struggle as Veritas’ hands hovered over his waist.
“Don’t be afraid,” Aventurine giggled, sensually sliding his hands over Veritas’ arms before they rested at his hands. Veritas’ fingers were much bigger than his own, causing Aventurine to shiver in anticipation, remembering all the times he was opened up on Veritas’ fingers, and all the times he came from them alone. Rubbing his thighs together, Aventurine leaned up on his tip toes, intending to whisper into Veritas’ ear, as he pushed his hands to hold on to his waist, “ touch me. None of the other doctors out there have to know, right?”
“Damn gambler,” Veritas huffed, though his hands gripped tightly at Aventurine’s waist. Tilting his head back sensually, Aventurine sighed listlessly, happy to have the doctor’s hands on his body; to feel the weight of his large palms wrapped completely around his waist, the curl of his fingers digging in lightly as he held on, “what are you doing?”
With a low laugh, Aventurine stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s neck to draw him closer, his lips inches from his. Inhaling his scent for a moment, Aventurine closed his eyes, the smell of rose-soap wafting through the air, comforting his true loneliness. The idea of sleeping next to him tonight, wrapped up safely in the doctor’s arms… he whispered against his lips, “Play along, doctor.”
Closing the gap between them, Aventurine drew the doctor into a feverish kiss. Veritas kissed him back immediately, pulling him flush against his body, almost bending him over to the point Aventurine had to reach up on his tiptoes just to keep up with the doctor’s fervent kisses. A small, involuntary whine escaped his throat as his hands moved to grip on Veritas' shoulders, intending to keep himself upright. The doctor was kissing him like Aventurine had been gone for years.
Could it be… Veritas had missed Aventurine as much as Aventurine had missed him?
His heart clenched slightly in his chest, threatening to burst out of his ribcage, and lay itself bare before Veritas. Before he could break away, bursting the little bubble of pretence he built around the two of them, Aventurine felt himself hauled up into the air, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as he instinctively wrapped his legs around Veritas’ torso. Haphazardly lowered onto the bed, lips still connected in a dazzling embrace, Aventurine gained some clarity as this simply wouldn’t do.
The doctor was much bigger than he was, but Aventurine was by no means weak, and Veritas’ defences were lowered, therefore, wrapping his leg around the man’s back, Aventurine easily pushed himself to flip their positions, straddling Veritas’ waist, a provocative smile gracing his features as Veritas stared up at him, a puzzled frown etched on to his face, though his hands instinctively rested at Aventurine’s thighs, his fingers pulling curiously on the ribbons at the top.
“Just lie back and let your nurse take care of you. You look exhausted, doctor. You must have had a hard day, but don’t worry. I’m here now,” Aventurine drawled, hands crawling their way up Veritas’ chest before he leaned down to capture his lips again. Veritas’ hands held him by the thighs, resting there to dig his fingers in lightly at the plush flesh, causing Aventurine to sigh lightly into his mouth.
Before he could throw caution to the wind and allow Veritas to have his way with him instead, Aventurine retracted himself from his lips to trail kisses along the underside of his jaw, lowering himself down to his neck as sunset gaze flickered up to meet the doctor’s hazy amber as he bit down on the skin there, sucking gently, causing Veritas’ fingers to dig further into his thighs, forming little marks into the skin there, almost hard enough to bruise, though he was always careful not to hurt Aventurine. A soft groan of pleasure escaped Veritas as Aventurine continued to kiss his way down his neck, the tent in his pants growing to poke harshly at Aventurine’s buttocks, his hands continuing to unbutton Veritas’ shirt, fingers slowly sliding across the doctor’s ample chest to slide underneath the fabric at his shoulders, beginning to pull at the sleeves from beneath.
“Sit up for me, will you, doc?” Aventurine breathed, grinning down at Veritas who huffed before he obliged, allowing Aventurine to pull the garment down over his back, exposing his back and chest to the air, his nipples hardening under the slight chill. Discarding the shirt to the floor, Aventurine laid a hand over one of Veritas’ pecs before returning to his earlier ministrations.
Veritas’ hands slid past his thighs, slyly pushing their way past his skirt to underneath where there was a notable lack of underwear, his hands grabbing at his cheeks to spread him open. A surprised gasp later and Aventurine felt a finger circle his hole, his own fingers gripping tightly at Veritas’ shoulders, sunset gaze hesitantly lowering to meet a disapproving glare on the doctor’s face.
“All this and you never thought to prepare yourself?” Veritas queried, his voice thick with both lust and reprimand. It was an odd sound that caused an odd feeling in Aventurine’s chest that almost had him faltering. Instead, he gave a sheepish laugh, reaching back to twirl a strand of violet hair over his fingers.
“I didn’t have time,” Aventurine admitted, “it slipped my mind.”
Veritas sighed.
In one swift motion, he flipped their positions to what they were previously. Before Aventurine could adjust, Veritas had already crawled on top of him, pinning him down with his own body, his breath whispering over the shell of his ear to send a shudder down his spine.
“How can you expect to take care of me when you refuse to take care of yourself first?” Veritas growled into his ear.
Shivering, Aventurine opened his eyes to stare up at the doctor, brows furrowed over his eyes as a faint flush spread over his cheeks, though he did not avert his gaze as he retrieved the lube from the drawer, squirting the liquid on to his fingers.
“Preparing me yourself? That doesn't seem like your style,” Aventurine laughed.
“I'm not,” Veritas countered, taking Aventurine's hand from where it had fallen next to head. Meeting his gaze, Veritas placed his own hand between his legs, feeling the coolness of the liquid as well as the heat of his own hole. Veritas curled two of his fingers, pushing them through into his own hole. Gasping, puzzlement bubbled in his chest, but his answer came before he could think to ask, “you are.”
Distractedly, Aventurine watched as Veritas raised his legs into the air, sensually rolling the top of his stockings down, his lips brushing his inner thigh, electrifying Aventurine’s skin and sending tingles through his spine. Jerking his leg, Veritas held tightly on to his it, forcing it still easily to suck a bruise into his skin. Arching his back slightly, Aventurine whined, pushing his fingers further inside himself.
“As a nurse,” Veritas began, though slightly hesitantly. Through half-lidded eyes, Aventurine peered up at him as he pushed his hair from his face, causing his stomach to flip every time, “you should be aware how important it is to care for one's body. Unfortunately, until you learn how, I'm afraid I can't let you lead.”
Closing his legs together, holding them in place with one hand, Aventurine heard Veritas unzip his pants, the soft rustle of fabric reaching his ears. Watching Veritas’ pants slide gracefully to the floor, Aventurine tries to twist his body around to see, only to feel something hot and heavy slide between his thighs. With a confused whine, Aventurine watched as Veritas’ erection peeked out from between his thighs, the tip glistening with precum as it dripped onto the exposed skin of his thigh, sliding down to settle at his pelvis.
“Consider this your first lesson,” Veritas breathed, clearly relieved at the friction given to his achingly hard cock.
The confusion on his face must have been impossible to hide. However, Aventurine knew he would get no answers by simply asking questions. Veritas gave him his few tools, now it was up to him to figure out what he was supposed to learn, though it was difficult through the haze in his mind as Veritas began to thrust between his thighs with Aventurine watching as his cock slid in and out from between them, jostling the fingers inside of his hole, pressing shy of where he ached to be touched; his own fingers too small and thin to press against the spot properly.
Veritas grunted from above him, his face crumpling in a rare display of pleasure. Resting Aventurine’s feet over his shoulder, Veritas held on to his hips, his thrusts becoming more and more fervent, precum soiling the stockings, though Aventurine couldn’t find it in himself to care. Vaguely, he thought about how he needed to figure out what this lesson was before Veritas came, but it was difficult — difficult to think through his own frantic movements as a breathless moan fell from his lips, watching as Veritas’ skin smacked against his, seeing the tip glide in and out from between his legs and vaguely thinking about how much he wanted Veritas inside of him now, his hole clenching over his own fingers.
His useless fingers, doing nothing.
“Doctor…” Aventurine whined, eyes tightening shut as he arched his back to emphasise his desperation, legs trembling as his wanton desire grew more and more, “please… it’s not enough, please…”
“Tell me what you’ve learned,” Veritas responded, his voice strained with effort. Aventurine let out a broken sigh, tears beginning to form as his desperation grew with each feeble thrust of his fingers, each harsh thrust of Veritas’ cock between his thighs, and each tick of the clock only adding to Aventurine’s wish to have something bigger thrusting into him, whether it be Veritas’ fingers or his cock; it didn’t matter.
“I don’t know,” Aventurine cried, his other hand grabbing onto Veritas’ arm in a silent plea. A plea to end this divine torment, to allow him a little relief to breathe and clarify his mind, the haze surrounding him growing and growing the more they engaged in this little twist of events. Breathless pants fell from his lips now, shapes beginning to blur as he was ruthlessly teased, a moment of reprieve impossible to come unless he figured this lesson out. What tools did he have again?
“You do,” Veritas responded, placing a gentle kiss on his ankle as his thrusts slowed to a gentler pace, though no less ruthless. “You’re intelligent enough to figure it out.”
Flushing a little at the praise, Aventurine wracked his brain. He recalled the tools Veritas had given him to slot the pieces of the puzzle together weren’t much, but in that case, the lesson should not be terribly hard to figure out. Veritas was happy to let him take the reins until he figured out he had skipped the most crucial part of engaging in sex with the man, his health and wellbeing always a top priority for Veritas, as he refused to be anything but gentle. Perhaps that was the lesson; for Aventurine to be as gentle with himself as Veritas was with him.
Until he learned how to be so with himself, Veritas wouldn’t let him lead. Gazing up at the doctor with teary eyes, Aventurine parted his lips to speak, finding a lump in his throat made it nigh impossible. Swallowing it down, Aventurine exhaled shakily, happy for Veritas to chalk it up to their current predicament, therefore he didn’t notice. Be that as it may, when he opened his mouth to speak again, his voice came out softer than he had intended.
“Is the lesson to care for myself like you do for me?” he asked.
Veritas’ head snapped up, sunrise-like gaze alight with something Aventurine didn’t get the chance to place. Not when his attention was averted as quickly as it was given. Following a groan, a puff of air escaped Veritas’ lips as he opened his mouth to speak, his fingers tightening around Aventurine’s hips. Aventurine felt his hips begin to stutter, a tell-tale sign of Veritas approaching climax.
“Close enough,” he responded tersely. “Five points, nurse.”
Seed spilled on to him, causing Aventurine to gasp at the heat of it trickling down his thighs, splattering on to his stomach, managing to soil the tops of his stockings as well as a little bit of his skirt. Aventurine’s fingers stilled inside of him as Veritas heaved slightly above him, a silence hanging over them as they both waited for the doctor’s breathlessness to abate. After a few seconds, Veritas released his now trembling thighs, lowering them back down onto the bed, spread between his knees.
Glancing down at the stain on his skirt, Veritas tugged on it for a better view.
“You’ll have to get this dry-cleaned,” Veritas stated, as though he were staring at a particularly stubborn stain on a dish towel and not his own seed.
“Oh, will I now?” Aventurine lilted, though a little breathless, unable to hide the flush in his cheeks and his own arousal, though that ship had long sailed. “You like it that much, doctor?”
Veritas chose not to respond. Instead, Veritas climbed over the top of him once again, lowering his body to press soft, wet kisses to Aventurine’s neck, nudging him slightly with his nose at a spot where he figured out Aventurine was most sensitive. With a sharp breath, Aventurine tilted his head to allow the doctor better access, though he pulled away at that precise moment to sit up on his knees once more.
Slowly sliding his hands up from his hips, Veritas began to unbutton his uniform, though it seemed he did not intend to remove it as he spread it open for a better view. Aventurine gasped slightly as his nipples began to harden from being exposed to the air. Veritas stared at his exposed chest for a long moment, before his intense stare met Aventurine’s, causing Aventurine’s breath to catch.
“Perhaps I do,” Veritas responded.
That was all the warning Aventurine got before the silky heat of Veritas’ mouth descended upon his chest, wrapping his nipple up inside as he began to suck softly around it. With a sharp moan, one of Aventurine’s hands found itself clinging to Veritas’ hair, the other gripping on to Veritas’ forearm where his hand was playing with his other nipple, sending ripples of electricity through Aventurine’s body.
Veritas’ free hand slid past his thigh, to push hold onto the back of his knee, pushing it gently upwards to rest it over his shoulder. Aventurine soon realised his intentions as he felt fingers push inside of him. Gasping brokenly, Aventurine’s fingers tightened in Veritas’ hair as his fingers slowly pushed deeper inside of him, granting him his wish. Relief flooded his insides, though a new kind of rapture overtook him as Veritas did not alight from his chest, instead seeming to begin sucking harder as his fingers scissored unsurely inside of him.
Releasing his nipple with a wet pop, Veritas glanced up at him.
“You’ve done well. It won’t require much more,” Veritas murmured, though Aventurine never found the chance to respond before Veritas’ lips moved on to his other nipple, abandoning the other one to the chill that caused him to shiver as the cool air began to dry the wetness around it, finding some reprieve as Veritas’ other hand was rather busy.
The reprieve was only slight, however, as tingles travelled up and down his spine, encompassing his entire body in the warmth as it began to pool in his stomach. Breathless moans turned into desperate whines as he pushed his chest further into Veritas’ touch and tongue, grinding down on to his fingers, chasing the high of release, though he wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep up if he were to come now .
“Doctor,” he whined into the space between them, “if you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Veritas merely grunted in acknowledgement. Aventurine tugged at his scalp, though it did nothing to make the doctor relent. In fact, it only seemed to spur him on more as he redoubled his efforts, swirling the bud of Aventurine’s nipple around in his tongue, milking its sensitivity. His fingers dug in deeper, hitting Aventurine’s sweet spot repeatedly as the thrusts of his fingers became sharper and faster. A sharp spark travelled up Aventurine’s spine, causing him to cry out, squeezing his eyes shut as both hands found their way into Veritas’ hair now, gripping on tightly and holding on for dear life as he felt himself teeter over the edge.
Finally, with a high whine, he tipped over, his own spend coating his stomach to join Veritas’ still drying there, further ruining his skirt. Veritas pulled off of his chest with a quiet squelch. Panting, Aventurine released his grip in Veritas’ hair, opening his eyes to find Veritas’ hair perfectly mussed, though it only added to the doctor’s attractiveness, causing his lower half to stir again. Frowning, Aventurine reached up, intending to tug indignantly at the doctor’s hair though his opportunity was lost as he felt Veritas’ fingers slowly retrieve themselves from his hole, his fingers instead resting at Veritas’ bicep, shivering as he pulled out, leaving him to whine at the emptiness.
It was late to realise, Aventurine acknowledged, but close — closer than they were before, Veritas’ naked body above him and himself exposed and vulnerable beneath… his chest clenched again in realisation as the warmth of Veritas’ hands rested at his thighs to push his skirt up further, exposing his half-hardening cock, pulling him closer to wrap his legs around his waist, raising his hips for a better angle. It hits him so forcefully Aventurine is forced to admit it to himself.
The nights spent alone, waking to his own cold sweat, and an empty bed, wishing for the comfort of something solid and warm and with an unmistakable floral scent to hide himself under, the meals spent alone, the workdays where the chance of passing him by was impossible because he wasn’t there, even his most idle moments were filled with loneliness. The critters did their best, but they couldn’t provide this; they couldn’t provide the companionship, warmth, and care the doctor could. They couldn’t provide him with the love Veritas could — a love Aventurine coveted, but pushed away the moment it was found, but because he loved him, Veritas wouldn’t let himself be pushed; standing resolutely, firmly, in Aventurine’s path, there to pick him up when he fell, and to be leaned on when he stumbled.
It overwhelms him with just how much Aventurine missed him.
“Veritas…” Aventurine whispered, attempting to blink back the tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“I know,” Veritas sighed, clearing Aventurine’s hair from his face to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Releasing a shaky exhale, Aventurine closed his eyes, allowing the comfort to wash over him, his arms reaching up to wrap around Veritas’ shoulders. Uncapping the bottle of lube, Veritas pressed a tender kiss to his cheek before pulling himself from his embrace, only to coat his cock in the substance. As soon as he was close again, Aventurine embraced him, pulling him as close as he could be.
“Are you ready?” Veritas inquired.
“Yes,” Aventurine muttered in a quiet voice.
Slowly, Veritas began to push himself inside. Sharp gasps released from Aventurine’s chest, his fingers clenching themselves into fists at Veritas’ back as he stretched Aventurine’s walls, little by little, engulfing his body in a warm blanket of pleasure. As soon as Veritas was halfway in, his gasps soon became quiet moans, leading to a content sigh as Veritas finally bottomed out.
“Are you alright?” Veritas asked, breath brushing against his lips as they rested to press a soft kiss at his forehead once again. It had been a few days, after all, and Aventurine’s ability in adjusting to the sheer size of Veritas’ cock had therefore waned. Regardless, taking a deep breath and releasing it shakily as he gave himself time to adjust, Aventurine leaned up to press a gentle kiss against Veritas’ lips.
“I’m fine,” he responded, moving his hands to hold the doctor’s face, thumbs resting gently at the arch of his cheeks. “You can move.”
With the confirmation, Veritas merely nodded, his hands sliding underneath Aventurine’s back to hold him as close as Aventurine was holding him. Capturing Aventurine’s lips in a slow, tender kiss as he began to thrust slowly. Aventurine moaned lightly with each movement, the sparkles of pleasure eventually becoming too much for him to keep up, throwing his head back as breathless moans scattered around the room.
Veritas moved to his neck instead, his lips brushing lightly against his neck, teasing his sensitive spot to create tingles of pleasure. Shakily, one hand came to rest in Veritas’ hair once again, while the other remained fisted at his back. Both of Veritas’ hands rolled up his skirt further, bunching it at the waist to slide his hands underneath, resting at the warm skin underneath there, his hands fully engulfing his body now.
Aventurine opened his mouth to ask for him to go faster when Veritas’ phone began to ring.
Halting inside of him, Aventurine let out a soft, indignant moan, wondering if Veritas could seriously be considering answering the phone. His answer came quickly when his fingers left the heat of Aventurine’s skin, abandoning it to the chill of the air, to reach for the offending device. Aventurine almost scoffed, though he noted Veritas was still very much deep inside of him, therefore he had no intention of pulling out any time soon. Looking at his phone, Veritas frowned. It must not be someone he really wanted to answer, Aventurine thought, hoping he would hang up and discard his phone without a second thought.
Instead, Veritas’ eyes flickered to him. Aventurine gasped, the breath knocked out of him completely at how fierce Veritas’ gaze was. Pressing the answer button, Veritas pressed it to his ear, greeting the person on the other end, one hand holding onto Aventurine’s waist to keep him steady as he continued fucking into him. Aventurine did his best to keep his moans to himself, though at a particularly loud whine, he slapped the back of his hand over his mouth, pressing his lips into it.
“As I’ve already said, it is a waste of my time and, frankly, yours as well,” he replied, removing his hand from his waist to grab onto where Aventurine was covering his mouth, prying his hand away from his mouth, pressing it into the mattress in the space above his head. Aventurine attempted to fight against it, only to find it was completely futile, his wrist not even budging against the cage of Veritas’ hand.
Instead, Aventurine bit down his lip, though a particularly hard thrust that caused him to cry out and arch his back from the mattress rendered that strategy useless as well. Following that, Veritas kept up that pace, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin, as well as Aventurine’s wanton moans, a dizziness causing stars to form in his vision as his eyes glazed over, lashes fluttering over his cheeks, unable to hold back his sounds as Veritas’ harsh pace became slightly faster.
“The noise?” Veritas inquired. Aventurine flushed deeply, acutely aware, even through his dizzy headiness, the noise was, in fact, him . “I’m in a meeting with a nurse at the moment.”
With that, he hung up, discarding his phone on the end table beside them. His arms slid underneath Aventurine again, drawing him as close as the two could be without melding into each other’s bodies, completely becoming one with each other as his pace once again slowed to a gentle grind, allowing Aventurine to catch his breath.
“Pervert,” Aventurine accused.
Veritas huffed amusedly. “Says you.”
Veritas returned to his neck. Aventurine closed his eyes in a sigh, though the memory of the phone call buzzed in his mind, leaving him to feel as though his plans had gone awry. After all, it was supposed to be him taking care of the doctor, soothing his stresses and worries after a long few days. As soon as the phone rang, Aventurine would tell him not to worry about it; to forget about it as he picked it up himself and declined the call. Frowning up at the ceiling, Aventurine exhaled through his nose.
“What is it?” Veritas questioned immediately, placing a soft kiss at the underside of his jaw.
Aventurine turned his attention back to Veritas, his hand flattening against the back of Veritas’ skull as he threaded his fingers through the strands there, looking up at the doctor. All the times the doctor had taken care of him, his turn to return the favour was long overdue.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” Aventurine replied in a mutter.
Softness and concern swirled in the light of Veritas’ eyes. Pulling himself up to press another kiss at Aventurine’s forehead, he rubbed soothing circles into his side, pulling Aventurine impossibly closer as he adjusted their positions, his hands pushing his knees back to allow him a different angle. Aventurine whimpered slightly at the deeper intrusion, swallowing as his body attempted to adjust.
Pulling back, Veritas was smiling down at him. “You are.”
A sharp thrust later, both of Aventurine’s arms were wrapped around Veritas’ shoulders, his face buried into the heat of his neck as the skin of it absorbed Aventurine’s wanton moans, obscene sounds filling the room once again, spurred on by Veritas’ breathy grunts so close to his ear where he had slotted himself, Aventurine’s skin singing with Veritas’ touch as his hands dug bruises into his thighs. Throwing his head back at a particular thrust filling him so pleasantly, Aventurine’s moans bounced off the walls, resounding through the room.
Swallowing his moans by capturing his lips in a kiss, Veritas pressed into Aventurine’s body feverishly, as though he was afraid Aventurine would disappear in an instant and this had all been a rather specific wet dream. A long, drawn out moan disappeared into Veritas’ mouth as Aventurine felt the beginnings of his climax from the tingling sensation in his toes as they curled, the heat pooling in his stomach, and the sparkling stars scattering his vision.
With a low whine that was absorbed by Veritas’ kiss, Aventurine pushed himself further into it, his body curling in pleasure as his back lifted itself from the mattress, shoulders tensing as his nails dug harshly into Veritas’ back, causing the man to hiss. Flopping back down, Aventurine released himself from Veritas’ lips, heaving breathlessly into the air before he realised he was still being pounded within an inch of his life, but that was fine.
He wanted Veritas close. Bringing his arms up, Aventurine didn’t have to speak before Veritas lowered himself into them, his face inches away from Aventurine’s. Within a matter of minutes, Aventurine felt Veritas’ hips begin to stutter as his thrusts became more insistent. Clenching tightly to keep him inside, Aventurine wrapped his legs around Veritas’ waist.
“Don’t stop,” Aventurine whispered against his lips, voice breathless. “Come inside.”
“ You —” Veritas began, though he cut himself off with a huff.
Grinding more insistently inside Aventurine, Veritas released with a heavy grunt right in Aventurine’s ear, feeling his insides painted white. Opening his mouth in a silent moan, Aventurine buried his face in Veritas’ neck. Some of Veritas’ spend spilled out of him, trickling onto his cheeks and onto the mattress there. Breathing raggedly, Aventurine released his trembling arms from Veritas’ back.
Leaning up on his arms by his palms, Veritas peered at Aventurine. Aventurine did not know what sight he must have looked to the doctor, with his exposed, puffy nipples and his hole filled with the doctor’s seed, though a glint passed through his eyes. It was only there for a second, however, before Veritas closed his eyes and leaned down to press their foreheads together.
“I missed you, too, gambler.”
Later in the night, after another round, Veritas insisted upon leaving Aventurine on the couch with a towel while he ran a bath, as well as turned down the bed. Aventurine offered to make it up again, but Veritas would not stand for such foolishness, considering Aventurine could barely stand long enough to take himself to the toilet alone, never mind replacing the sheets.
By the time Veritas checked the temperature of the bath and returned to retrieve Aventurine from his position on the couch, the man had already fallen asleep, succumbing to his tiredness. With an exhale, Veritas scooped him up into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom with him to gently place him into the tub. Stepping in behind him, Veritas held an arm over his waist to keep him upright, his head placed on his shoulder so as not to somehow fall and smack it against the edge of the tub, or worse, right into the water and accidentally drown himself.
The lesson replayed in his mind.The words he spoke were so soft, though it wasn’t exactly what Veritas wanted him to learn. However, perhaps the answer Veritas was seeking was still somewhere in the future, requiring a little more tutoring, as it were, for Aventurine to finally see what Veritas truly wished for him to learn. For now, he would let the gambler rest, and tomorrow would come a new day for him to guide him along his own path.