( Every time Aventurine can get Ratio's composure to slip, to see behind the mask, he falls even more in-- he's infatuated more with the other man. It's only fair, Aventurine thinks, given that the other man has... not demanded, no, but expected Aventurine to slowly peel away his own if this was going to continue. And after Penacony, there's really nothing left to hide -- it's all out there, ugly and raw and still Ratio is kissing him like there is nothing in the universe he wants more.
It has to be doing something to him, the way his scent curls around Ratio's -- as if this is the right one, as if they were made to intertwine. Best not to give that much thought. So instead he focuses on kissing down from Ratio's lips, across his jaw, over his own scent glands -- revenge for the way Aventurine shakes and sighs with every press of Ratio's teeth and lips and tongue on his own.
He laughs, then, with the press of Ratio's hips against his, brushing up against his already hard cock. It ruins the fall of the dress, and he could have tucked if he had wanted to, but that's not the point, is it? The laugh melds into a whine, his hands coming up to undo the clasps at Ratio's shoulders before he lets the fabric fall away from Ratio's chest, leaving it to bunch up around his waist for the moment.
Goddess, there really isn't a man like Veritas Ratio. Aventurine pulls away just enough to kiss his collarbone, nipping here and there as his hands skim across his pecs, down his sides, thumbs digging into the soft skin. )
If you're fond of it, I'll buy you five more like it when we get back. ( Said against Ratio's skin, lips curving up into a smile. ) And something to show off your calves, maybe.
yeah it's true, we're just filthy perverts i understand
It has to be doing something to him, the way his scent curls around Ratio's -- as if this is the right one, as if they were made to intertwine. Best not to give that much thought. So instead he focuses on kissing down from Ratio's lips, across his jaw, over his own scent glands -- revenge for the way Aventurine shakes and sighs with every press of Ratio's teeth and lips and tongue on his own.
He laughs, then, with the press of Ratio's hips against his, brushing up against his already hard cock. It ruins the fall of the dress, and he could have tucked if he had wanted to, but that's not the point, is it? The laugh melds into a whine, his hands coming up to undo the clasps at Ratio's shoulders before he lets the fabric fall away from Ratio's chest, leaving it to bunch up around his waist for the moment.
Goddess, there really isn't a man like Veritas Ratio. Aventurine pulls away just enough to kiss his collarbone, nipping here and there as his hands skim across his pecs, down his sides, thumbs digging into the soft skin. )
If you're fond of it, I'll buy you five more like it when we get back. ( Said against Ratio's skin, lips curving up into a smile. ) And something to show off your calves, maybe.