Aventurine presses forward insistently, his other hand coming up to cup his cheek before winding around Ratio’s shoulder, fingertips playing with the seam of the bust against the bare skin of the nape of his neck. His mouth isn’t still either, now moving against the plaster mouth as if he was kissing someone who was capable of kissing him back.
Even Aventurine can’t help but pat himself on the back for this one, he thinks, panting against the bust’s lips as he lets a small, wanton sound escape him. He licks against the seam of those lips, drags his tongue against them in what he knows is an obscene way, the hand on Ratio’s cheek falling down to rest against the metal chain over bare skin.
His fingers curl around it, jerking Ratio towards him until Aventurine has to admit that he needs to breathe. And so he withdraws — not far, though, all of his hands and his lips just hovering over the surface of the bust. )
Ah, Doctor. I could show you what other things my mouth could do, if you’d let me. I’m sure you’d taste as good as your body looks. Or would you rather see how well your cock fits in me? I prepped myself before class, you see, every class with you. To thoughts of you, of course.
( He pulls back even further, with a drawn out sigh. )
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Aventurine presses forward insistently, his other hand coming up to cup his cheek before winding around Ratio’s shoulder, fingertips playing with the seam of the bust against the bare skin of the nape of his neck. His mouth isn’t still either, now moving against the plaster mouth as if he was kissing someone who was capable of kissing him back.
Even Aventurine can’t help but pat himself on the back for this one, he thinks, panting against the bust’s lips as he lets a small, wanton sound escape him. He licks against the seam of those lips, drags his tongue against them in what he knows is an obscene way, the hand on Ratio’s cheek falling down to rest against the metal chain over bare skin.
His fingers curl around it, jerking Ratio towards him until Aventurine has to admit that he needs to breathe. And so he withdraws — not far, though, all of his hands and his lips just hovering over the surface of the bust. )
Ah, Doctor. I could show you what other things my mouth could do, if you’d let me. I’m sure you’d taste as good as your body looks. Or would you rather see how well your cock fits in me? I prepped myself before class, you see, every class with you. To thoughts of you, of course.
( He pulls back even further, with a drawn out sigh. )
But one kiss it was. Thank you, Prof.