[ Ratio tilts his head immediately, baring his neck to the other man, permitting it - it's alarming, how much he enjoys having teeth on his skin right there, in a spot so intimate and daring. No one else has ever touched him there, not with how he keeps people at a distance, and he feels the curl of desire push through him as if it's a solid, real flame. He wants, and he yearns, and he shivers with it, desperate for more and more.

Let Aventurine be the one in charge for a moment. Ratio might well be an Alpha, but he has never been the type to sink into the desperation that is dominance; he would rather share pleasure than demand it, even if it makes his eyes roll and his cheeks flush a bright red.

It's embarrassing, how much he wants this. Wants him. ]

You will not be buying me anything. I have enough funds of my own for whatever purchases I might want. [ Though if there's something a particular Aventurine wants, well, he cannot blame him for going out of his way to get it. He'd do the same, if he saw something particularly novel.

He did. That's why he's wearing what he is under the dress, his throat a little try as he leans closer. ]

You're not done. Take it off, Aventurine.