( Aventurine stumbles backwards, dragging Ratio towards the bed -- he's wasted too much time suddenly, he wants the other man to fuck him, breed him, claim him in every way that he can or else Aventurine just might go insane. His lips fasten on Ratio's neck, biting here and there only hard enough to leave temporary marks, sucking here and there. His, his, his, and the idea of growing round with come and child has slick coating his bare thighs.

It also makes him huff in laughter, that Ratio would immediately jump to scientific probabilities of inherited traits. How very him of Ratio, and once Aventurine's knees hit the bed, he falls back, pulling down Veritas with him. His dress keeps him from wrapping his legs around the other man but they'll find a way to deal with that later. )

I'd want one with your eyes. Your hair. ( A hand curls into Ratio's hair, pulling slightly. ) Would you fuck me full of your come until then? How long would that take-- how long would you keep me away from the world and round with your-- our child?