( But he'll never say no to Ratio. Which is dangerous on its own, but Aventurine is aware that he would never demand anything that he did not feel Aventurine was capable of giving. And it would never be a demand, either, but a suggestion -- an option. However sternly given there is always the option to say no.
Aventurine drags his tongue across a nipple before he pulls at the few remaining ties keeping the dress around Ratio's waist, and then promptly forgets to breathe for a moment. He recognizes that color, that lace -- he didn't think that Ratio would actually wear it, though he'd hoped-- )
Well then. ( He says on an exhale, can feel himself grow even harder and wetter at the sight of his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the barely there lingerie. Aeons-- ) For me, Ratio? You shouldn't have.
( Leaning in for a quick press of his lips against his, Aventurine drops to his knees without preamble, fingers tracing over the straps across Ratio's hips. Gorgeous, just as he knew it would be; there's a small whine in his throat that he lets out, breath hot and damp against the fabric. )
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( But he'll never say no to Ratio. Which is dangerous on its own, but Aventurine is aware that he would never demand anything that he did not feel Aventurine was capable of giving. And it would never be a demand, either, but a suggestion -- an option. However sternly given there is always the option to say no.
Aventurine drags his tongue across a nipple before he pulls at the few remaining ties keeping the dress around Ratio's waist, and then promptly forgets to breathe for a moment. He recognizes that color, that lace -- he didn't think that Ratio would actually wear it, though he'd hoped-- )
Well then. ( He says on an exhale, can feel himself grow even harder and wetter at the sight of his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the barely there lingerie. Aeons-- ) For me, Ratio? You shouldn't have.
( Leaning in for a quick press of his lips against his, Aventurine drops to his knees without preamble, fingers tracing over the straps across Ratio's hips. Gorgeous, just as he knew it would be; there's a small whine in his throat that he lets out, breath hot and damp against the fabric. )