( The longer he stays the more his body reacts, and while Aventurine figured as much, it's another to suffer it -- it's as if his entire biological system has kicked into overdrive the moment it realized that Ratio could take him, to fuck him into whatever surface is easiest. His cock is starting to take notice, slick beginning to leak from him. It feels startlingly like he's been thrown into pre-heat just from being around an Alpha he wants in rut. As if his secondary designation has realized what his brain and heart already know but refuse to acknowledge and is attempting to fix it as quickly as possible.

The whine he can hear goes straight to his dick, his cunt. He can't leave now, there's no way. Not when his own need is climbing up his spine to strangle him with want. Fuck.

Fuck.

When he speaks again he can't hide the effect that Ratio's scent has had on him, voice tight and desperate. )

Then don't. I-- ( Aventurine leans against the doorframe, already shoving a hand down his pants to try and give himself some relief so he can hold a damned conversation with the other man. ) Hah-- might have underestimated how intoxicating I'd find you like this. So really, you'd be doing me a favor.

( And if Ratio ends up mating him, teeth biting into his neck until the other man tastes blood and the claim takes, well. That's a gamble he's willing to take. )