[ Ratio understands, or he thinks he does; there's a burn of something like delight in him as he watches the other man, sees how he reacts to the barest of touches and the promises of more. Rationality suggests to him that he ought to be more careful, that he should stick to the morals and principles that he had clung to for so long, but there's also one clear truth:

He wants this too.

One thumb presses into Aventurine's lower lip and he breathes out softly. ]

You want me to punish you, and then take care of you. You might have asked with a little less of the pretence.

[ Leaning closer, he draws the other man closer with the grip on his jaw, tilting him up. ]

Why don't you show me? Kiss me properly this time.