( How they got here is unimportant -- another planet, another mission, and, honestly, by Aventurine's standards -- without serious threat to his life and limbs. Ratio, he knows, would likely argue with him about it considering he'd been doused with something that had thrown him into pre-heat before he'd been hauled out in front of a crowd, but Aventurine was already planning on banking on his status as an Omega to get what he wanted. He'd even found a dress for the occasion, something sleek and synched at the waist for maximum impact -- and he'd bought Ratio one, too, though that was more in the style of his home planet rather than something made for titillation, because Aventurine does have a sense of style, thank you. Well, titillation for the strangers who don't know him beyond strong arms and to-die-for pictorials. Absolutely titillation for Aventurine, who thinks the sexiest thing Ratio can do is absolutely eviscerate strangers for not living up to his standards.
He's a simple man, and a simple Omega. But not one to be underestimated, considering the way things had fallen into his hands, into the IPC's pockets, exactly how he'd wanted. A job well done, perfect for his return to the Stonehearts and proving once again what they want him for -- he's irreplaceable.
Which only leaves him with the pressing issue of his now-heat and the man he spends them with -- who did end up wearing the dress after all, and Aventurine can't help but slide his hands into the cutouts, fingers running over skin and digging into Ratio's flesh to pull him close as Aventurine nuzzles at his neck, his own sent sweet and wanting. They're, luckily, in the private quarters on the IPC ship he'd hired to take him to the planet; plenty of space and plenty of time between them and Pier Point. Long enough for them to work through the worst of Aventurine's heat, at any rate. )
I almost want you to keep this on, ( He says, fingers traveling from bare skin to gold ornaments, pressing kisses on the parts of Ratio's chest that are exposed. ) but then it'd only get in the way. And we can't have that now, can we?
im here for breeding and crossdressing and--
He's a simple man, and a simple Omega. But not one to be underestimated, considering the way things had fallen into his hands, into the IPC's pockets, exactly how he'd wanted. A job well done, perfect for his return to the Stonehearts and proving once again what they want him for -- he's irreplaceable.
Which only leaves him with the pressing issue of his now-heat and the man he spends them with -- who did end up wearing the dress after all, and Aventurine can't help but slide his hands into the cutouts, fingers running over skin and digging into Ratio's flesh to pull him close as Aventurine nuzzles at his neck, his own sent sweet and wanting. They're, luckily, in the private quarters on the IPC ship he'd hired to take him to the planet; plenty of space and plenty of time between them and Pier Point. Long enough for them to work through the worst of Aventurine's heat, at any rate. )
I almost want you to keep this on, ( He says, fingers traveling from bare skin to gold ornaments, pressing kisses on the parts of Ratio's chest that are exposed. ) but then it'd only get in the way. And we can't have that now, can we?