[ The scent of Aventurine through the door is agonisingly delicious, the urge to slam his fist through the wood and drag him close sickeningly overwhelming. Ratio has a tight reign on himself, on his self-control, on his own nature, and it stops him from doing anything quite so ridiculous, but he can't deny... The want. The desire. The way that he feels as if he doesn't get his arms around the omega and his teeth in his neck, his life simply won't be worth living any more.

Pressing his forehead to the door, he whines softly, nails scraping down. ]

This is - not something you ought to do. You are being blinded by your biology, by a base desire that you are gambling upon, as usual.

[ He groans, cock hard between his legs, twitching with his want and desire. ]

Aventurine... I cannot hold out.