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I've Been Starving for Another Taste

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"So you do have some concept of punctuality. You've had me wondering about that, given how often you arrive much later to our meetings than we have scheduled."

"Late, but never absent, Doctor." Aventurine pointed out, almost sounding proud of such an unimpressive achievement. "Besides, how could I possibly miss this, Ratio? I've been famished, you know."

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"So you do have some concept of punctuality. You've had me wondering about that, given how often you arrive much later to our meetings than we have scheduled." 

Aventurine pressed his side into the wooden doorframe leading into the bedroom, one arm crossing over the other. The smirk that rested on his lips was nothing but smug and prideful as Ratio didn't even bother to hide his evident irritation in his voice. Not that he was angry with Aventurine, but rather embarrassed. The vampire couldn't repress the laugh that tore through him, which only came to a stop when one of his arms retracted to allow a hand to rest over the spade-shaped cutout of his top in an attempt to shove that very laugh back into his chest.

"Late, but never absent, Doctor." Aventurine pointed out, almost sounding proud of such an unimpressive achievement. "Besides, how could I possibly miss this, Ratio? I've been famished, you know." 

Even from the distance, the blonde could tell that his dear doctor answered with a painful roll of his eyes that only stirred a feeling of want deep in Aventurine's gut. Before the stoneheart could snap back with some teasing remark, the view of Ratio leaning back against the plush cushions of the sofa and spreading his toned thighs apart left any words dying on his tongue and saliva pooling in his mouth following after. Like this, the metallic scent of blood was significantly more potent. While it was a smell that would repel a human, to a being of a vampiric nature it was enticing. And to Aventurine, well, it also acted as something akin to an aphrodisiac specifically crafted for him alone. 

If Ratio was intentionally trying to shut him up, that certainly would do the trick.

As if possessed, Aventurine's legs strode right over to where his partner had laid, hands coming to a rest on his knees to keep Ratio on display as he stared down at the space right between them - the source of the smell that was driving him up the wall. He was disappointed to see that his human lover was fully clothed. Clearly, it was evident in his expression that he was feeling that way because the beautiful man beneath him scoffed.

"Do you honestly expect me to wander around your abode in the nude? Do you honestly believe I would be so shameless to do such a thing?"

It's a shame that he isn't, Aventurine finds himself entertaining the thought. Imagining wandering into a room to come face to face with Ratio's unclothed body, all muscle yet smooth, free from blemishes other than the occasional mole and freckle that dotted random areas of skin. He could picture Ratio turning to face him, brow twitching with a look in his eyes that demanded that he'd speak up, explain himself as Aventurine's multicolored eyes ran from the wonderful swell of his breasts to his stomach. He was absolutely not stopping there, his vision lowered until it came to rest on his perfect little cunt nestled between those strong thighs that could easily smother him. 

Goodness. He wished that they would.

Leaving his head and unfortunately parting from his fantasy, he immediately was cheered up with the fact he could very much bring some of it into reality. Aventurine sunk even lower to bring his face closer to that clothed sex. Ratio didn't have time to question it - the gambler was pressing his lips right against Ratio's crotch. He panted hotly into it, letting his tongue loll out to press against the fabric of those cursed pants that held him back from getting at what he truly wanted. It was nearly perfect. With Ratio whining, legs shaking, his hands gripping at the honeyed locks nestled between his thighs and tugging hard in an attempt to pry Aventurine away. 

"Patience!" He hissed with a particularly rough pull that succeeded in freeing his most intimate parts from the absolute pest that was his lover. "Must you be such an insufferable fiend? Learn to behave yourself, lest you get nothing."

Despite his protests, he was already shoving his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and lifting his hips ever so slightly so he could slip off his trousers that were now growing far too uncomfortable due to the spit staining the crotch. He allowed them to slip off from one of his ankles and onto the floor. It was a rare occurrence that Ratio would let his clothes come off so haphazardly, save only for the times he was particularly needy. It had been much too long since the last time they had sex, as Aventurine's dear doctor was pushing away the idea of it while on his menstruation cycle. He was never a fan of messes. Though, clearly, he changed his mind and caved in.

His underwear was quick to follow, leaving his bottom half bare at last. The gambler was greeted with an eyeful of Ratio's cunt, which glistened with some mixed fluid. Amused by the fact the man was a lot more turned on than he initially let on, and uncontrollably horny, Aventurine returned to his ministrations as soon as he saw the first bit of red slip out from between the folds of Ratio's cunt. His tongue going flat against him, dragging a long, slow stripe up from the perineum to Ratio's clit. The wet muscle lapped at the bundle of nerves, teasing and urging more slick to escape that waiting hole and pool into a small puddle on the couch beneath them. His mouth opened to draw in the length of Ratio's clit, sucking on it lightly as one of his middle fingers started to circle around that wet opening hidden by the labia. 

Ratio bucked his hips up, causing Aventurine's head to bob. Despite it drawing a low moan from his human lover, Aventurine knew that he was growing impatient fast. How hypocritical. Feeling merciful, the digit slipped inside rather easily thanks to Ratio's arousal. He slid it as deep as he could go, until he stopped at his knuckle. There was no hesitation, he pumped his finger in and out until he could fit a second inside that tight hole. Ratio was always tight. Despite not being stimulated himself, Aventurine couldn't resist the pleasured groan that left his mouth as he pulled his mouth off to watch that cunt swallow up his fingers again and again. His eyes caught to the blood that began to coat his fingers, only to make that very same sound once more. Glancing up, he could see Ratio panting and whining into the crook of his arm in an attempt to hide his face and muffle his noises. 

Overwhelmed with a desire, Aventurine tugged his fingers out only to quickly replace them with his tongue. His eyes squeezed shut so he could hone in on his sense of taste, letting the blood and wetness into his mouth and overwhelm him with the flavors of Ratio. It was a strange combination, but it was Ratio. That's all that mattered. The thumb of the very same finger he was using to fuck Ratio on came to toy with his clit, adding extra pleasure to the mix. It wasn't selfless, however. Aventurine was urging more fluids out, wanting more and more. The more he swallowed down, the more addicted he found, drinking all that was given to him as if it were the sweetest nectar. He was so focused on getting his full that he almost didn't hear his doctor's perfect, pleased sounds from above. The more he teased and groaned into Ratio, the higher his voice went in pitch. Combined with the way his walls were constricting around the gambler's tongue, it was clear to him that Ratio was getting close. He doubled his effort. 

He must have looked awfully desperate - though, he supposed, he really was. There was nothing more he wanted right then other than to taste Ratio's release. 

With a drawn out, pathetic sound, Ratio found his back arching and the arm that was once hiding his face now clinging to whatever he could find purchase on. His legs tensed and quivered. They would have likely snapped shut around Aventurine's head if it wasn't for his strong hands holding them apart. The doctor choked on his own pleasure, and Aventurine was rewarded with exactly what he was aiming for. He swallowed it all, not relenting until he was sure he got the most he could out of Ratio's cunt. He pulled away and drew his tongue across his bottom lip to catch any remnants that spilled onto it. 

"You taste better than I imagined, Ratio!" His eyes glinted, full of mischief. "Seconds?"

Ratio, still sensitive from having just reached his climax, pressed his hands against his face, hiding it and muffling a frustrated groan. It appears he created an insatiable monster of a man. And Aventurine knew that's the way Ratio liked him.

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