( The tug pulls a welcome whine from Aventurine, breath ghosting over the wet lace in a clear sign of want. His own eyes shine, bright in the shadow of Ratio over him. There's something intoxicating about pushing Ratio to the edge, of knowing that Aventurine can bring him to that point and reap the rewards for himself. Selfish, maybe, but Aventurine has never said he was above the sin of greed. )

Is that a possessive streak I've stumbled upon, dear doctor?

( He's delighted, and it shows in the way his eyes grow even brighter. Perhaps he shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't indulge, but Aventurine knows what he wants. What he needs, and while one can certainly chalk it up to biology or whatever else Ratio might use as an excuse, Aventurine knows how to get what he wants. )

What would you do, then, to see that no one else touches me? ( His hands are not idle, running over the straps of the lingerie, over the swell of Ratio's ass and curving in so tight his blunt nails leave crescents in the muscle. Catching the edge of the front of the lace with his teeth, Aventurine pulls it aside and over Ratio's cock, allowing it to spring free. Aeons, he really is huge. ) I think, doctor, I'd let you do just about anything--