( His breath hitches with the press of Ratio's thumb, mouth parting as his tongue darts out to brush over the tip, eyes darting from thumb to the other man's eyes. Oh, he is the luckiest bastard in the entire known universe, Aventurine thinks, that he could have stumbled into whatever this was setting up to be. He can't disguise the way his eyes trace over every feature of Ratio's face, from the curve of his nose to the turn of his mouth, the set of his brow. Devastatingly handsome -- no wonder he hides it behind a mask if Aventurine can barely put together two thoughts now that he's been exposed to the good doctor's touch and face. )
Noted for next time, Prof.
( He says, licking his lips again. Assuming there might be a next time is possibly far too presumptuous, but what's life without a little risk? Without pushing the line just to see how far he's allowed to get away with? Look where it's got him -- Aventurine leans forward to press his lips against Ratio's once more.
Starting out insistent, firm -- confident. He knows what he wants now, and knows that Ratio is capable of giving it to him. His hand comes to rest once again at the nape of Ratio's neck, fingers sliding into the hair there but never tightening, never demanding. He opens his mouth willingly after a moment, tongue and lips moving to invite Ratio's in rather than take from the other man; he knows what he wants now, he's been honest about it, and knows that when he asks, Ratio will answer. That's the secret, Aventurine realizes.
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Noted for next time, Prof.
( He says, licking his lips again. Assuming there might be a next time is possibly far too presumptuous, but what's life without a little risk? Without pushing the line just to see how far he's allowed to get away with? Look where it's got him -- Aventurine leans forward to press his lips against Ratio's once more.
Starting out insistent, firm -- confident. He knows what he wants now, and knows that Ratio is capable of giving it to him. His hand comes to rest once again at the nape of Ratio's neck, fingers sliding into the hair there but never tightening, never demanding. He opens his mouth willingly after a moment, tongue and lips moving to invite Ratio's in rather than take from the other man; he knows what he wants now, he's been honest about it, and knows that when he asks, Ratio will answer. That's the secret, Aventurine realizes.
All he has to do is ask. )