That's where you're wrong, Doc.

( It absolutely is worth making a fuss over, in Aventurine's opinion. The deep, rich turquoise -- one of his favorite colors -- is even more striking against the paleness of Ratio's skin. The combination of the musky scent of Ratio himself, deeper this close to his cock, and the gentle fingers through his hair with the hint of desperation to him, has Aventurine near salivating.

He nuzzles into Ratio's hip with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss along the line of the lingerie before moving to mouth over it, open mouthed kisses through the lace directly on the man's cock. )

It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous. ( It would be empty praise, if it were anyone else. But it's Ratio, and Aventurine finds himself being achingly honest with him. ) And better looking than those statues of yourself you summon. Unless you're going to start summoning them naked--

( Hang on. He continues to mouth over Ratio's dick, the fabric soaking through with his salvia and the other man's precum. )

Could you do that? That way I could always have a version of your cock in my mouth and in my cunt. Like my very own life-sized dildo--