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The first time Aventurine falls into bed with Ratio, it’s inevitable.
They’ve returned from a mission, adrenaline pumping through their veins. There’s blood on Aventurine’s hands, his arms, probably his face—fuck, he doesn’t even remember the name of the person he killed. It was an assignment nothing more—and something about it has him running high on the power of being with the IPC.
But then he looks over and there’s Ratio, all muscles and sweat and that infuriating smugness that he likes to rub in Aventurine’s face. He’s also covered in blood, muttering about how it’s gotten all over his favorite tome that he carries with him everywhere.
It’s enough to make Aventurine’s dick hard.
They’re back in Ratio’s office, and Aventurine shoves a bunch of papers aside to haphazardly clear off a space on the desk (and ignoring Ratio’s protests as he does so). He makes quick work of Ratio’s pants but pauses for a second when looking at the intricate drapery of his top. Ratio must sense his uncertainty, because with an annoyed huff, he pulls them off himself and gestures at Aventurine to continue. Aventurine, in turn, practically tears his own clothes off.
When they come together, Aventurine is expecting it to be all teeth and bickering, just like every other aspect of their relationship.
So needless to say, he’s surprised when fucking Ratio is much like fucking a dead fish.
For someone who always tries to wrest control from Aventurine in every possible scenario, it’s amazing how he just lies there while Aventurine fucks into him.
“Hey, Doc,” Aventurine pants above him, sweat dripping down his brow. “You wanna participate in this?”
“What do you mean?” Ratio responds, and he seems genuinely confused.
Aventurine decides to drop it for the time being, instead biting down on Ratio’s neck as he comes deep inside of him.
Later, as they’re gathering their clothes and Ratio is attempting to organize his desk again, Aventurine figures it was just a one off. They’re high on surviving a mission that nearly killed them—surely, it won’t happen again.
Except it does.
Much like the first time, their second time isn’t planned.
The second time is in Penacony. Aventurine has just given his room up to the new member of the Astral Express, and without anywhere else to stay, shows up in Ratio’s room.
The doctor does not seem surprised when he shows up, nor does he seem particularly excited about it. “I suppose you’re expecting to stay here?”
Aventurine laughs as he walks right past Ratio, brushing his shoulder as he pushes into the center of the room. “The bed is more than big enough for both of us.”
He hears Ratio grumbling but when Aventurine looks over, there’s resignation in his eyes.
It is long before Aventurine ends up opening a bottle of champagne from the minibar in the room, and before they realize what’s happening, they’ve tumbled back into the large bed together, clothes tossed in various directions.
When Aventurine enters Ratio, it’s even better than he remembers. The doctor is warm and tight and fuck his body is incredible. All those hours at the gym really pay off. Aventurine finds himself thinking as he admires Ratio’s fit and muscular form.
But within moments, Aventurine remembers the fact that Ratio does not seem to understand the concept of active participation outside of the classroom.
He fucks into him, trying to angle his hips to hit that sweet spot deep inside. When that doesn’t get the desired reaction, Aventurine bends down to take a nipple in his mouth, rolling the bud between his teeth and biting down gently.
That gets a gasp from Ratio, at least, but instead of grabbing onto Aventurine, pulling his hair, anything—he just grasps at the sheets and whines.
Aventurine pauses, releasing Ratio’s nipple and pushing up so that he’s hovering over the doctor while he pants heavily.
“Why did you stop?” Ratio looks up, face flushed, his one nipple read and swollen while the other is peaked in arousal.
Fuck. He may be a pillow princess, but Ratio is still hot as hell speared open on Aventurine’s cock.
“Doc,” Aventurine tries to catch his breath, which is hard when every instinct is screaming at him to move, damn it. “Can you help me out here?”
Ratio gives him a puzzled look at that. “What do you mean?”
Groaning in barely contained frustration, Aventurine tries to phrase it in a way that won’t end up with Ratio pissed and storming off to leave Aventurine with a horrible case of blue balls. “It’s just…I don’t know. You can touch me, you know? Reciprocate a bit?”
Ratio narrows his eyes dangerously. “And just how would you like me to reciprocate?”
Aventurine groans, realizing how stupid it is to be having this conversation while he’s balls deep inside Ratio. “I don’t know! Literally anything is better than you just lying there while I do all the work!”
The sound Ratio makes can only be described as offended and…a bit hurt. “Is it not good enough for you, gambler? We can stop.”
“Shit. No. That’s—that’s not what I meant.”
Aventurine panics that he’s fucked up, that Ratio is going to get up and leave. He sees the metaphorical gears turning in the doctor’s head, but thankfully Ratio grabs him by the back of the head and yanks him down into a rough kiss.
They finish like that, the taste of champagne strong on their lips.
Ratio falls asleep first, leaving Aventurine to clean up their mess.
“Pillow princess couldn’t even stay awake long enough to clean himself up.” Aventurine laughs to himself as he walks into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
When he returns to the bed, Ratio has rolled over and is hugging a pillow in a way Aventurine has to admit is adorable. Aventurine rolls his eyes fondly before climbing into the bed and moving over to the far side of the mattress.
When he wakes in the morning, Ratio is gone but there’s a note on the side table telling Aventurine to meet him in the Dreamscape.
Back to business as usual. Aventurine crumples the note and goes to take a shower.
They’re at Aventurine’s penthouse on a rare night off, enjoying some expensive wine Aventurine brought back from a new planet the Astral Express told him about. Ratio had brought over dinner from their favorite restaurant on Penacony and Aventurine browses for a movie they can watch but doesn’t require they actually pay attention to it.
Once they’ve finished their dinner, Aventurine finds himself sprawled out on one end of the couch, feet propped in Ratio’s lap. He’s just tipsy enough that his tongue is looser than usual, and—well, honestly, he can’t stop staring at the muscles of Ratio’s arms.
A thought crosses his mind then, and before he can second guess himself, he says, “So, Doc, how about we play a game?”
Ratio gives a cautious “hmm” as he takes a sip of wine, poking at Aventurine’s foot on his lap. “What do you have in mind?”
Aventurine procures one of his poker chips and begins twirling it along the back of his knuckles; a nervous tic he’s picked up over the years. “Let’s flip a coin. Heads, you tell me a truth. Tails, I tell you a truth.”
Ratio shrugs, as if the idea is barely more than a reminder to pick up milk on the way home. “Fine.”
“That’s it?” Aventurine is shocked. “Normally you’d at least fuss at me that this is a dumb idea or something.”
Ratio takes another sip of his wine, seemingly unperturbed. “It doesn’t kill me to play along with your shenanigans every once in a while.”
Aventurine barks out a sharp laugh at that. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Dr. Veritas Ratio?”
An olive sails past Aventurine’s ear. He laughs again, leaning forward and plucking a piece of garlic bread off Ratio’s plate in retaliation, ignoring the squawk of protest the doctor makes.
Once he’s finished the bread and Ratio has stopped yelling at him about manners and germs, Aventurine sits up, placing his feet back on the floor as he readies himself. “Are you ready?”
“I suppose.” Ratio leans back into the arm of the couch and takes a long sip of wine. “Proceed.”
Aventurine rolls his eyes and procures a large, silver coin. He doesn’t wait for Ratio to say anything before he tosses it upward, snatching it out of the air before presenting it in his hand.
“Heads,” he says cheerfully. “Tell me a truth, Doc.”
Ratio pauses for a moment, swirling the wine in his glass as he thinks. “I’m drunk.” He states.
Silence stretches out between them for several long moments before Aventurine speaks. “Is that it? That’s your truth?”
He’s met with a dramatic eye roll from the doctor. “We have to start off easy, don’t we? Can’t go giving away our deepest secrets right off the bat.”
“I suppose.” Aventurine hums and fiddles with the coin in his hand, deliberately ignoring the fact he’s starting to sound like Ratio. “Alright, next round.”
This time, it lands on tails.
Aventurine stares at the coin, humming to himself as he tries to think of a truth. Ratio had a point to start small, so he thinks he should follow the doctor’s lead.
“My real name is Kakavasha.”
“It doesn’t count if I already know the truth you give me.”
Aventurine groans and flops back into the plush cushions of the couch. “You said to start small, so that’s what I did.”
Ratio must decide the argument isn’t worth it because he merely shrugs and leans over to grab the wine bottle and for a refill.
Without waiting for Ratio to finish pouring his drink, Aventurine flips the coin again. It lands on tails, and he is starting to regret this stupid game now that he has to think of another truth to give.
He settles on another boring one. “I’m a senior manager for the IPC Strategic Investment Department.”
The exasperated look Ratio shoots him is downright comical. “I’m getting rather bored of these ‘truths’ you’re giving me, gambler. Come up with something I don’t know.”
Just to be petty, Aventurine looks Ratio in the eye as he turns the coin over in his hand without tossing it. “Oh look, it’s heads again. Your turn.”
Ratio lets out a frustrated sigh as he slams the wine glass down on the table, hard enough Aventurine is grateful it doesn’t break over the expensive lacquered wood. “Enough. I’m tired of this game.”
Aventurine huffs out a dry laugh. “That didn’t take long.”
Ratio starts to get up, so Aventurine’s hand darts out to grab his wrist. “Wait. You owe me another truth. I gave two and you only gave one, so that’s hardly fair.”
Ratio’s eyes search Aventurine’s, his thoughts impossible for the gambler to decipher.
After many long moments, Ratio gives his answer. “I want you to fuck me.”
Aventurine’s eyes widen. They’ve never talked about their arrangement before, and Ratio bringing it up so bluntly is—throwing Aventurine off, to say the least.
“Why?” Is the only thing that pops into Aventurine’s head in response.
An indignant sound escapes Ratio’s throat. “Why? I offer myself to you on a platter and you have the audacity to ask why?”
Aventurine takes his hand back and flinches. He deserves that.
“I’m sorry I just…I’m not a good person, Ratio. I’ll never understand why anyone would want me.”
With a frustrated groan, Ratio grabs Aventurine by the arm and yanks him up into a standing position. Aventurine lets out a startled yelp, nearly losing his balance before Ratio catches him around the waist. Embarrassed, he wants to push the doctor off of him, to hide his face and maybe lock himself away in another room. But Ratio’s arms are steadfast, and Aventurine isn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t know how to get it through to you that I care about you as you are.” Ratio sighs, arms tightening around Aventurine. “Even when you give me shit for not participating enough in bed.”
Aventurine feels the blood rush to his face at that. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. You’re kind of a pillow princess—has anyone told you that?”
“A pillow—excuse you!”
Ratio shoves Aventurine away, but it’s not angry. In fact, Aventurine would almost dare to say it’s playful in nature.
“It’s true! I’m not asking for much, just maybe touch me or something once in a while. The sex is fun but damn, sometimes would be nice not to do all of the work, you know?"
That earns him a dramatic eye roll from Ratio. “Your critique is duly noted. Now, can we move this into the bedroom or what?”
Before he realizes it’s happening, Aventurine lets out a long, genuine laugh. “That is the least romantic way anyone has ever asked me to fuck them.”
He ignores Ratio’s protests and grabs him by the hand before dragging him in the direction of his bedroom.
Aventurine shoves Ratio gracelessly onto his California King, pausing only long enough to strip off his clothes. When he’s done, he stands to see Ratio lying on the bed—still fully clothed, a look of confusion on his features.
“Need help, Doc?”
As if snapping out of a trance, Ratio shakes his head. “Not at all.”
Ratio divests himself of his own clothes and waits patiently while Aventurine digs out the lube from his side table. When they’re comfortably situated, Aventurine pours a generous amount of the viscous liquid on his fingers and rubs them together to warm it up. “Are you good if I get started?”
Ratio nods and flops back into the pillows, letting Aventurine do his thing to prep him.
By the time Aventurine deems him ready, Ratio is whining and writhing on the mattress, begging Aventurine to just fuck him already.
Aventurine is all too happy to oblige.
As with the past times, Ratio doesn’t do much when Aventurine first fucks into him. He gasps as Aventurine’s cock fills him, stretching him open, but otherwise doesn’t move to grab onto Aventurine or touch him.
Aventurine leans down, running a hand along Ratio’s chest and stops to tweak at a nipple. When Ratio moans, he does it again.
“You could return the favor here, you know.” He teases, but he also knows Ratio well enough to know the doctor will take it as a challenge.
Ratio glares at him and tentatively lifts his hand. He hovers just shy of Aventurine’s chest, uncertainty clear on his face.
“It’s okay.” Aventurine grabs his hand and places it on his pec. “Just touch me.”
It’s clear from the slight shake in his hands that Ratio is nervous and unsure of what he is doing—and Aventurine knows just how much that must be killing him.
“You’re doing so well.” Aventurine moans as he leans down to run his tongue along Ratio’s neck. “Keep going.”
A pleased sound comes from Ratio as Aventurine begins to say words of encouragement. The more praise that spills from his lips, the more confident Ratio’s hands become. They begin to run along Aventurine’s sides, down his chest and along the planes of his abs before finally coming back up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer.
“Kiss me.” Ratio whines, and Aventurine dives in without hesitation.
Aventurine feels the doctor’s fingers tangle into his hair, pulling at the roots while their tongues entwine. Belatedly, Aventurine feels the jab of Ratio’s hard cock in his hip, poking into him with each thrust.
He breaks away from the kiss to whisper, “I’ve got you,” while his hand snakes down and takes Ratio’s length in a firm grip.
His deft fingers brush along the shaft, stopping to thumb at the head and along the slit at the end. Ratio is obviously close as he full body shudders and whines nonsensical sounds under Aventurine’s ministrations.
“Shit.” Ratio’s voice is hoarse, his neurons reduced to puddles of goo in his normally sharp mind. “I’m close.”
With a hum, Aventurine speeds up his thrusts and then matches the pace as he jerks Ratio off. His own orgasm is building, a familiar coil of heat read to burst low in his belly.
“Come for me, Veritas.” Aventurine pants before once again sealing their lips together.
Ratio arches off the bed and spills between them, his cry of pleasure muffled by Aventurine’s mouth.
Aventurine follows quickly after, spilling deep inside of Ratio while he cries out his own ecstasy.
After riding out the aftershocks, Aventurine collapses on top of Ratio unceremoniously. They’re panting and sweaty, a gross pile of limbs and bodily fluids.
Eventually, Ratio groans and starts shoving at Aventurine. “Get off me.”
With a grunt, Aventurine rolls off him and onto his back, staring up at the ceiling before breaking into laughter. “Oh my god. That really just happened.”
He feels a sharp shove at his shoulder as Ratio goes to sit up. “You act like this is the first time we’ve fucked.”
Aventurine’s laughs finally die down enough for him to speak. “I know. But that’s the first time we’ve talked about it. And the first time you didn’t just lie there.”
A pillow makes contact with his face, Ratio’s expression unimpressed. “Will you lay off the pillow princess jokes, already?”
“Okay, okay.” Aventurine held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m sorry. I’ll quit being as much of an ass about it.”
Ratio hums in annoyance, like he doesn’t believe Aventurine. “Go clean up. You’re disgusting.”
“This is my house!” Aventurine squawks. “I’ll be disgusting if I want to!”
Eventually, Ratio is successful in dragging Aventurine into the large ensuite bathroom and forcing him under the stream of water coming from the showerhead. It’s colder than Aventurine likes, and he lets out a started yelp when the cold water hits his skin. But all Ratio does is lecture him how cold showers are better for him. Aventurine tunes him out after about thirty seconds and instead turns the water up to an acceptable temperature and ignores Ratio’s protests.
When Aventurine drags himself out of the hot water and back into the bedroom, now dressed in some warm pajamas, he’s greeted by the sight of Ratio changing the sheets.
“You don’t have to bother, Doc.” Aventurine tries and fails to stifle a yawn. “The wine and exertion are kicking in. I’m just going to pass out.”
“That’s good and well but I will not sleep on these filthy sheets tonight.”
Aventurine takes a moment to process that.
Ratio is planning to spend the night. In his bed.
“You won’t be gone in the morning, will you?”
Ratio stops what he’s doing long enough to shoot Aventurine a confused look. “I wouldn’t be going through all this trouble if I planned to be gone when you wake up, would I?”
After a moment, Aventurine has to admit he’s right.
“That’s what I thought. Now shut up and let’s go to sleep.”
Aventurine turns off the lights and finally crawls into bed. He’s asleep faster than he realizes he’d be, and when he wakes up some hours later, Ratio is clinging to him like a baby koala.
He laughs, pushing a strand of blue hair from Ratio’s face. “Goodnight, my pillow princess.”