Aventurine doesn't need to do anything to improve his grades in any of his classes -- it's always just good luck that the tests and essays and whatever else the professors give always ask about things Aventurine knows about. University is, unfortunately, not particularly a challenge no matter what classes he takes to see if he can find the one that finally breaks his streak.
Even Doctor Veritas Ratio has to concede the point, right? Aventurine is sure he's nothing but a headache for the professor, given that Ratio knows damn well Aventurine is putting in the bare minimum and still coming out with As that defy any rational explanation. Which is why Aventurine is here, standing in front of his desk in a lecture hall, facing down the man himself. Or, well, the plaster bust of the man himself.
What Aventurine wants is very simple: he wants to see what the professor looks like under that bust. He wants to be bent over the desk by a man who has no right to look as jacked as Ratio does. He's put on just the right moves, he's flirted, he's showed up to office hours and been summarily thrown out. The man can't be as dense as this to not know what Aventurine wants -- not a passing grade, but to see if the man's cock is a big as he figures it should be.
So he takes the gamble, rolls the dice with one hand clenched tightly behind his back -- hops onto the corner of the desk and swings his legs around to face Ratio, grinning. )
Are you really going to accuse me of cheating in your class, Prof? I've been such a good student for you, and this is my reward?
He is a smart man, has been a smart man for as long as he remembers having the ability to think, and he is not immune to the threat of flirtation and the offers that come hand in hand with it. Aventurine comes to his office and leans over, flicks his pretty eyes around, gives him a curve of a smile and a tease of something that would be enough to break a weaker man, but Ratio remains strong. He has morals that he holds himself to, and fucking one of his students is not one of those, never will be.
Deliberately ignoring the flirtation and offers seems to be failing him, which makes Ratio a little more irritated - partly because he doesn't want to give into this, and partly because he does, wanting nothing more than to grip the man by his hair and thrust him to the ground, to make him pay back the hours of frustration he has caused Ratio to feel himself.
Resisting the urge to sigh, to scold, Ratio turns his head, frowning as he glares at the other man from below his bust. He thinks that Aventurine can feel it all the same - many of his students do. ]
It is a matter of academic conduct, so yes. I have seen your study habits, Aventurine, and there's no other explanation for your success in this class.
( He can, and were he anyone else he might find himself intimidated by the sharpness of his glare. But Aventurine finds it intoxicating, to have the attention of a man so renowned, so intelligent, focused on him. If he deigned to do some self reflection, he knows it's likely because there's a lack of authority figures in his life, and most of the terrible things that have happened to him have been at the hands of people who hardly spare him a passing thought. So to have Doctor Veritas Ratio's gaze, however unenthusiastic, is worth every second of trouble it took him to get here.
There's nothing he can lose. Oh, perhaps Ratio would throw him out of the class, fail him, report him to the university, but he bets the other man would see it as a waste of intelligence from a man he views as infuriating but intelligent. )
Maybe I'm just lucky. How about this: you ask me anything you want about the class, and if I answer all of them correctly, you admit that I'm not cheating. If I get any of them wrong, you can tank my grade, throw me out of your class, whatever you want. But if I get them all right, well. You'll do just one thing I ask you to, and nothing more.
[ Ratio does not wish to take the bargain, but he does all the same, because he longs to prove a point as much as he wishes to get Aventurine out of his office before they make some kind of mistake. He is a professor, educated and well seasoned in his time, and the notion of risking it all for a simple fuck... That is not the kind of man he is.
The issue then becomes this: Aventurine answers every single one of his questions. Even the ones that some of his highest grading students struggle with are given without any pause or hesitation, and it enrages him as much as it impresses him - and he is certain that there is no cheating, no book or glasses or technology to betray them.
Expression tight, he watches the man in front of him with a prickle of frustration. ]
( He truly is the world’s luckiest little bastard. Aventurine leans forward, a sly grin spreading over his face. This is what he lives for, the rush that comes with the unknown and the thrill of the win before it fades back into nothing, an emptiness that can’t be filled.
What he wants is simple. Easy. It won’t even count if the good Doctor doesn’t want it to. )
Let me kiss you. You can even keep that handsome bust of yours on, Prof, so you can write it all off if anyone asks. I came onto you, I made you. You didn’t even kiss back.
( Another gamble. See how well he sets it up for Ratio to not lose anything? Doesn’t that make the man want to give him this one thing? )
[ The word comes out sharply, immediate, as Ratio stares at the man in front of him. It frustrates him to no end, to think that this is some kind of game to him, some tactic to get him on edge and make him look a fool. Glaring, he leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest and not even bothering to try and hide the sourness in his expression.
What a ridiculous thing to ask! ]
All of this for a kiss? Are you so deprived that you would bargain with a professor for a simple gift of affection?
( He laughs at that, leaning forward even still — a conscious effort to continue to invade Ratio’s space. Aventurine had put on his best cologne the moment the man had called him to his office, he’d made sure he looked as perfect as he could be to help swing luck in his favor. )
Professor! You’re making it out as if I’ve been denied affection when that’s simply not true. ( Genuine affection, sure, but they’re not talking about Aventurine’s sexual proclivities right now. That’s second date material. ) Would you rather that I demand to be punished in the most pleasurable way you can think of? I’ve been told I’m pretty when I beg.
( No matter how much he might loathe doing so. There is a hint of it in his eyes, the hollowness that once was his constant state of being, but more importantly: ) You failed to mention that you were uninterested.
[ Of course he can smell him, scent the cologne in the air, and he leans back and away. Ratio is glad for his mask, for the bust covering his face and hiding his features, because he's more than sure that there's a blush staining his cheeks now like some kind of revelation about him. He doesn't want to give away his attraction, and he's annoyed to even be considering it to begin with. ]
I am - Aventurine!
[ He wants to say that he isn't interested, but Ratio is not a liar, and the words won't come out of his mouth. Instead, he scowls, turning away, hands clenched and breathing coming just a fraction harder. ]
Aventurine does not leave, instead he reaches out to rest a hand against the smooth plaster of his cheek, turning his head back to face Aventurine. )
Just one kiss, Ratio. You can put all the blame on me, after. Throw me out of your class, flunk me, whatever you need to do.
( His own heart hammers against his ribs, the rush running through him nearly drowns out every other sound, everything other than his own breath and the rise and fall of Ratio’s chest. No more delaying then, and he closes his eyes as he presses his lips against the bust’s, insistent. )
[ Ratio can't feel the touch of the other man's hand, not really, but he swears the heat of the other man's palm makes its way through his bust and leaves him utterly desperate beyond belief. His eyes widen, and he chokes off a little noise, astounded at the arrogance of it. ]
I - we were in agreement.
[ One hand rises, to try and push back against Aventurine's chest, to urge him back, before he sighs and sinks into himself. ]
Aventurine presses forward insistently, his other hand coming up to cup his cheek before winding around Ratio’s shoulder, fingertips playing with the seam of the bust against the bare skin of the nape of his neck. His mouth isn’t still either, now moving against the plaster mouth as if he was kissing someone who was capable of kissing him back.
Even Aventurine can’t help but pat himself on the back for this one, he thinks, panting against the bust’s lips as he lets a small, wanton sound escape him. He licks against the seam of those lips, drags his tongue against them in what he knows is an obscene way, the hand on Ratio’s cheek falling down to rest against the metal chain over bare skin.
His fingers curl around it, jerking Ratio towards him until Aventurine has to admit that he needs to breathe. And so he withdraws — not far, though, all of his hands and his lips just hovering over the surface of the bust. )
Ah, Doctor. I could show you what other things my mouth could do, if you’d let me. I’m sure you’d taste as good as your body looks. Or would you rather see how well your cock fits in me? I prepped myself before class, you see, every class with you. To thoughts of you, of course.
( He pulls back even further, with a drawn out sigh. )
[ The hope had been that his bust might do the work of keeping him safe from any threat of desire, but it seems as if his student is determined to do otherwise.
It should be easy enough to ignore, to shove aside, but the way that Aventurine moves, the way that his breathing comes, the little sounds he makes; they're all addictive and wonderful, they're all drawing him in and making him yearn, and there is only so much that he can do. He is only a man, and despite his self-control being legendary...
Aventurine moves back, and Ratio acts without thinking, his hand grabbing at the other man's wrist. ]
I will not sleep with a student that I am currently teaching.
[ He has some morals left, at least, even if his voice is hoarse and he feels breathless. ]
Not only is it morally wrong, but it is against university regulations.
( Well now. Aventurine’s lips curl up into a smile, sharp but wanting. )
Then I’m dropping your class. I’ll send an email to the registrar’s office right now if that’s what it takes. After all, I think I’ve gotten what I wanted from your class—
( He’d only signed up for a lark, and if Ratio is going to make the only condition of sleeping with him simply not being in his class, well. He supposes he could let go of the reality of the fantasy of fucking his professor for fucking his ex-professor and never letting the other man forget it.
He does not attempt to pull his wrist out of Ratio’s grip, instead fishing around his pant pocket for his phone, grinning as he unlocks it and pulls up his university email. )
Though you’d be losing one of your best students—
[ The scowl under his bust betrays his irritation, his frustration, and Ratio leans back on his desk all the more, not even bothering to hide it. He is cross, on edge and sharp with it, and he glares at the student before him, filled with irritation. ]
You know my respect for those who seek to better themselves through education, and this is the course you take? I must admit my disappointment. I thought you a better man than this, Aventurine.
[ And yet here they stand, with nothing to speak of. ]
A great shame indeed. I recommend you leave my office and do not return.
( Hang on, no— Aventurine pauses in attempting to find the right email address and stares at the other man incredulously. )
What— hey now, Professor. You can’t just express interest in sleeping with me, say you won’t fuck one of your own students, and then get mad at me for saying I’d drop your class. ( His brain is spinning uselessly, trying to come up with a winning angle and not finding anything that might work easily. No, no, no! He was so close, damn it, he’s not going to lose now— ) How about this, Ratio - one more gamble for the road.
( Aventurine’s eyes are wild, his mouth pinched before he forces it to spread in what he knows is a seductive grin. He can do this, he can save this— )
If you can make me come twice, I won’t drop your class. In fact, I’ll put effort towards it, just like you want. And I won’t flirt or charm my way into your pants again until the end of the semester when I’m no longer your student. That’s a good deal, right? We both get what we want if you manage it.
[ The desperation might be appealing for another, but Ratio finds it frustrating, a little annoying to deal with. Is Aventurine attractive? Yes, of course, he is not the kind of man to deny what is obvious in front of him. He is a jewel indeed, pretty and soft and he is sur that there would be something sweet and tender in it if they were to kiss properly, yet...
Yet he has standards, and rules for himself, and a determination, and he breathes out softly before he lifts a hand to pull his bust off and aware, baring his pinked face and uncertainty. ]
Tell me why.
[ Curiosity or academic interest, either way - it is getting the better of him. ]
( Aventurine would answer his question, but he’s too busy staring at Ratio’s face for a long few moments. He didn’t know what to expect from the other man, but a devastatingly handsome face wasn’t on his list. The curls of his hair, the laurel leaf pin, the eyeshadow and the eyes that remind him of sunsets.
Coming back to himself, he swallows and shrugs a shoulder. Honesty is likely the best way to go about it, but he’s so out of practice with that idea that he can’t quite look at Ratio as he talks. )
At first it was just your body. Like, have you seen yourself? Anyone would want a piece of that. But the longer I was in class the more it became clear that you genuinely care. You’re not the nicest guy around, no offense, but you’re kind. And— ( Ugh. Aventurine grimaces, eyes flicking back to Ratio for a moment before he looks at something over his shoulder very intently. ) I want some of that kindness that I can call all my own. Something that no one else gets to have.
( The laugh that escapes him is hollow, and he shakes his head. )
[ It comes out as almost a scoff - because never before has anyone ever declared that he would be kind, nor sweet, nor tender. That is not the kind of person that he is, and yet Aventurine sees through the bluster and the way he holds himself and sees something that was hidden inside. It's as if there's a gem inside of him, waiting for someone to see it, to leave him gleaming and wanting.
Selfish, perhaps, but Ratio can appreciate honesty if nothing else. ]
A strange accusation to lay at my feet.
[ But he finds it captivating all the same, and he steps forward, one hand rising to cup Aventurine's cheek gently. ]
Are you so lonely, Aventurine? That you would choose me of all people to ease your hurts?
( Somehow this is worse than seducing him. Aventurine had wanted to have him get carried away, to have that frustration boil over and take him without thought against his desk. Not… turn that kindness onto him, not after everything. It makes something in him turn sour — he doesn’t deserve it now. There’s regret, guilt flashing over his face before he can fully cover it with a mask of his own. )
But you wouldn’t hurt me. ( The truth comes pulled out from behind his teeth, ragged and fresh. ) Not like… ( No, too much, and his mouth snaps shut as his eyes go to meet Ratio’s. ) Even if I pushed you, made you snap, I know you wouldn’t.
( It is the safer option for his self-destructive tendencies, Aventurine thinks. Better a good man than, well. Most people he’s slept with. )
[ The fingers against Aventurine's cheek move up, higher, sinking into his hair and scraping the edge of his nails there. There is something alluring about pure honesty after dancing around the truth for the last half an hour, and he respects that more than the attempts at seduction that came before.
Head tilting, eyes dark, he watches before he hums a soft noise. ]
Give me more of that. Tell me exactly what it is you want.
( The bite of his nails causes Aventurine to gasp, eyes going wide before going dark with desire. So Ratio can be rough, can give him exactly what he wants and will never go too far over the line. It's more than Aventurine could hope for, and his mouth falls open slightly as he stares up at the beautiful, horribly handsome face of the man he's been lusting after for the whole semester.
And maybe, if Aventurine were to be honest with himself, nursing a crush on over the same amount of time.
That's not important right now. Aventurine focuses on Ratio, licking his lips before doing as he's asked. Without complaint, for once. )
Be rough with me. Make me forget that I thought I could do it my way. Punish me, Professor, for what I've put you through. ( His own hand reaches for Ratio's other, fingers intertwining with the other man's if he lets him. ) And then be there after. Don't let me be alone.
[ Ratio understands, or he thinks he does; there's a burn of something like delight in him as he watches the other man, sees how he reacts to the barest of touches and the promises of more. Rationality suggests to him that he ought to be more careful, that he should stick to the morals and principles that he had clung to for so long, but there's also one clear truth:
He wants this too.
One thumb presses into Aventurine's lower lip and he breathes out softly. ]
You want me to punish you, and then take care of you. You might have asked with a little less of the pretence.
[ Leaning closer, he draws the other man closer with the grip on his jaw, tilting him up. ]
Why don't you show me? Kiss me properly this time.
( His breath hitches with the press of Ratio's thumb, mouth parting as his tongue darts out to brush over the tip, eyes darting from thumb to the other man's eyes. Oh, he is the luckiest bastard in the entire known universe, Aventurine thinks, that he could have stumbled into whatever this was setting up to be. He can't disguise the way his eyes trace over every feature of Ratio's face, from the curve of his nose to the turn of his mouth, the set of his brow. Devastatingly handsome -- no wonder he hides it behind a mask if Aventurine can barely put together two thoughts now that he's been exposed to the good doctor's touch and face. )
Noted for next time, Prof.
( He says, licking his lips again. Assuming there might be a next time is possibly far too presumptuous, but what's life without a little risk? Without pushing the line just to see how far he's allowed to get away with? Look where it's got him -- Aventurine leans forward to press his lips against Ratio's once more.
Starting out insistent, firm -- confident. He knows what he wants now, and knows that Ratio is capable of giving it to him. His hand comes to rest once again at the nape of Ratio's neck, fingers sliding into the hair there but never tightening, never demanding. He opens his mouth willingly after a moment, tongue and lips moving to invite Ratio's in rather than take from the other man; he knows what he wants now, he's been honest about it, and knows that when he asks, Ratio will answer. That's the secret, Aventurine realizes.
[ It is presumptuous, but Ratio is not entirely against the notion of a repeat performance. He is not the kind of man to give into vices, not the kind of man to fall into lust and desire - he is no mere mortal, not the sort of person to be victim to idle fancies, but there is something alluring and wonderful about Aventurine that he cannot possibly wrap his mind around, something that draws the two of them together like magnets.
The fingers in his hair feel good, drawing him all the closer, and Ratio sinks into the kiss as if he was born for it, made for it, excited pulses of delight flooding his body. It's natural, biological instinct, he's aware of that, all the parts of the human body recognisable to his inner mind, but that ought not to be his focus. What should matter is what is happening because of those impulses; leaning into the kiss, he groans softly.
It is perfect.
One arm wraps around Aventurine's waist, drawing him close, squeezing at his body as he kisses him back, filled with all the restrained passion that has built inside of him, the desperation for more that he can't fight. ]
( Aventurine knows he should feel guilty about pushing a good man, a moral man, into this — lips against lips with the promise of skin against skin. In his attempts to claw something kind for himself he’s just drug the good doctor down to his level, to put his career in jeopardy. But with Ratio kissing him just so, with passion and desire, Aventurine can’t help but feel anything but. The negative emotions will come later, he’s sure, but for now his world centers in around the warmth of the other man, the sound he makes that has Aventurine pushing back for more so that he can swallow every last bit of Ratio the other man allows to escape him.
It isn’t like he’s unmoved, and the small sounds of want that fall from his own lips are as honest as the confession Ratio wrung from him. Half aborted, embarrassing little gasps and moans, growing louder when Ratio pulls him closer. Aventurine wraps his arms around the older man’s shoulders and neck, pulling himself as flush as he can. This… this is worth it, this is worth everything.
The thought emboldens him, and he crawls into Ratio’s lap as best as the other man’s chair will let him — only pulling back as far as it takes to take one gulp of air, then another. )
How do you want me, Professor?
( Because he can feel that he’s half hard and aching, he has been since the kiss against the man’s bust. And oh, how he wants nothing more than to be spread over that desk. )
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filthy trash, again.
Aventurine doesn't need to do anything to improve his grades in any of his classes -- it's always just good luck that the tests and essays and whatever else the professors give always ask about things Aventurine knows about. University is, unfortunately, not particularly a challenge no matter what classes he takes to see if he can find the one that finally breaks his streak.
Even Doctor Veritas Ratio has to concede the point, right? Aventurine is sure he's nothing but a headache for the professor, given that Ratio knows damn well Aventurine is putting in the bare minimum and still coming out with As that defy any rational explanation. Which is why Aventurine is here, standing in front of his desk in a lecture hall, facing down the man himself. Or, well, the plaster bust of the man himself.
What Aventurine wants is very simple: he wants to see what the professor looks like under that bust. He wants to be bent over the desk by a man who has no right to look as jacked as Ratio does. He's put on just the right moves, he's flirted, he's showed up to office hours and been summarily thrown out. The man can't be as dense as this to not know what Aventurine wants -- not a passing grade, but to see if the man's cock is a big as he figures it should be.
So he takes the gamble, rolls the dice with one hand clenched tightly behind his back -- hops onto the corner of the desk and swings his legs around to face Ratio, grinning. )
Are you really going to accuse me of cheating in your class, Prof? I've been such a good student for you, and this is my reward?
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Ratio knows what Aventurine wants.
He is a smart man, has been a smart man for as long as he remembers having the ability to think, and he is not immune to the threat of flirtation and the offers that come hand in hand with it. Aventurine comes to his office and leans over, flicks his pretty eyes around, gives him a curve of a smile and a tease of something that would be enough to break a weaker man, but Ratio remains strong. He has morals that he holds himself to, and fucking one of his students is not one of those, never will be.
Deliberately ignoring the flirtation and offers seems to be failing him, which makes Ratio a little more irritated - partly because he doesn't want to give into this, and partly because he does, wanting nothing more than to grip the man by his hair and thrust him to the ground, to make him pay back the hours of frustration he has caused Ratio to feel himself.
Resisting the urge to sigh, to scold, Ratio turns his head, frowning as he glares at the other man from below his bust. He thinks that Aventurine can feel it all the same - many of his students do. ]
It is a matter of academic conduct, so yes. I have seen your study habits, Aventurine, and there's no other explanation for your success in this class.
[ Because no one passes this well. No one. ]
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There's nothing he can lose. Oh, perhaps Ratio would throw him out of the class, fail him, report him to the university, but he bets the other man would see it as a waste of intelligence from a man he views as infuriating but intelligent. )
Maybe I'm just lucky. How about this: you ask me anything you want about the class, and if I answer all of them correctly, you admit that I'm not cheating. If I get any of them wrong, you can tank my grade, throw me out of your class, whatever you want. But if I get them all right, well. You'll do just one thing I ask you to, and nothing more.
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The issue then becomes this: Aventurine answers every single one of his questions. Even the ones that some of his highest grading students struggle with are given without any pause or hesitation, and it enrages him as much as it impresses him - and he is certain that there is no cheating, no book or glasses or technology to betray them.
Expression tight, he watches the man in front of him with a prickle of frustration. ]
You... Were successful.
[ Said grudgingly, and he sighs, sour. ]
What is your one request, then?
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What he wants is simple. Easy. It won’t even count if the good Doctor doesn’t want it to. )
Let me kiss you. You can even keep that handsome bust of yours on, Prof, so you can write it all off if anyone asks. I came onto you, I made you. You didn’t even kiss back.
( Another gamble. See how well he sets it up for Ratio to not lose anything? Doesn’t that make the man want to give him this one thing? )
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[ The word comes out sharply, immediate, as Ratio stares at the man in front of him. It frustrates him to no end, to think that this is some kind of game to him, some tactic to get him on edge and make him look a fool. Glaring, he leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest and not even bothering to try and hide the sourness in his expression.
What a ridiculous thing to ask! ]
All of this for a kiss? Are you so deprived that you would bargain with a professor for a simple gift of affection?
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Professor! You’re making it out as if I’ve been denied affection when that’s simply not true. ( Genuine affection, sure, but they’re not talking about Aventurine’s sexual proclivities right now. That’s second date material. ) Would you rather that I demand to be punished in the most pleasurable way you can think of? I’ve been told I’m pretty when I beg.
( No matter how much he might loathe doing so. There is a hint of it in his eyes, the hollowness that once was his constant state of being, but more importantly: ) You failed to mention that you were uninterested.
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I am - Aventurine!
[ He wants to say that he isn't interested, but Ratio is not a liar, and the words won't come out of his mouth. Instead, he scowls, turning away, hands clenched and breathing coming just a fraction harder. ]
I think you should leave my office this instant.
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( Got him.
Aventurine does not leave, instead he reaches out to rest a hand against the smooth plaster of his cheek, turning his head back to face Aventurine. )
Just one kiss, Ratio. You can put all the blame on me, after. Throw me out of your class, flunk me, whatever you need to do.
( His own heart hammers against his ribs, the rush running through him nearly drowns out every other sound, everything other than his own breath and the rise and fall of Ratio’s chest. No more delaying then, and he closes his eyes as he presses his lips against the bust’s, insistent. )
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I - we were in agreement.
[ One hand rises, to try and push back against Aventurine's chest, to urge him back, before he sighs and sinks into himself. ]
Very well. One kiss.
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Aventurine presses forward insistently, his other hand coming up to cup his cheek before winding around Ratio’s shoulder, fingertips playing with the seam of the bust against the bare skin of the nape of his neck. His mouth isn’t still either, now moving against the plaster mouth as if he was kissing someone who was capable of kissing him back.
Even Aventurine can’t help but pat himself on the back for this one, he thinks, panting against the bust’s lips as he lets a small, wanton sound escape him. He licks against the seam of those lips, drags his tongue against them in what he knows is an obscene way, the hand on Ratio’s cheek falling down to rest against the metal chain over bare skin.
His fingers curl around it, jerking Ratio towards him until Aventurine has to admit that he needs to breathe. And so he withdraws — not far, though, all of his hands and his lips just hovering over the surface of the bust. )
Ah, Doctor. I could show you what other things my mouth could do, if you’d let me. I’m sure you’d taste as good as your body looks. Or would you rather see how well your cock fits in me? I prepped myself before class, you see, every class with you. To thoughts of you, of course.
( He pulls back even further, with a drawn out sigh. )
But one kiss it was. Thank you, Prof.
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It should be easy enough to ignore, to shove aside, but the way that Aventurine moves, the way that his breathing comes, the little sounds he makes; they're all addictive and wonderful, they're all drawing him in and making him yearn, and there is only so much that he can do. He is only a man, and despite his self-control being legendary...
Aventurine moves back, and Ratio acts without thinking, his hand grabbing at the other man's wrist. ]
I will not sleep with a student that I am currently teaching.
[ He has some morals left, at least, even if his voice is hoarse and he feels breathless. ]
Not only is it morally wrong, but it is against university regulations.
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Then I’m dropping your class. I’ll send an email to the registrar’s office right now if that’s what it takes. After all, I think I’ve gotten what I wanted from your class—
( He’d only signed up for a lark, and if Ratio is going to make the only condition of sleeping with him simply not being in his class, well. He supposes he could let go of the reality of the fantasy of fucking his professor for fucking his ex-professor and never letting the other man forget it.
He does not attempt to pull his wrist out of Ratio’s grip, instead fishing around his pant pocket for his phone, grinning as he unlocks it and pulls up his university email. )
Though you’d be losing one of your best students—
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[ The scowl under his bust betrays his irritation, his frustration, and Ratio leans back on his desk all the more, not even bothering to hide it. He is cross, on edge and sharp with it, and he glares at the student before him, filled with irritation. ]
You know my respect for those who seek to better themselves through education, and this is the course you take? I must admit my disappointment. I thought you a better man than this, Aventurine.
[ And yet here they stand, with nothing to speak of. ]
A great shame indeed. I recommend you leave my office and do not return.
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What— hey now, Professor. You can’t just express interest in sleeping with me, say you won’t fuck one of your own students, and then get mad at me for saying I’d drop your class. ( His brain is spinning uselessly, trying to come up with a winning angle and not finding anything that might work easily. No, no, no! He was so close, damn it, he’s not going to lose now— ) How about this, Ratio - one more gamble for the road.
( Aventurine’s eyes are wild, his mouth pinched before he forces it to spread in what he knows is a seductive grin. He can do this, he can save this— )
If you can make me come twice, I won’t drop your class. In fact, I’ll put effort towards it, just like you want. And I won’t flirt or charm my way into your pants again until the end of the semester when I’m no longer your student. That’s a good deal, right? We both get what we want if you manage it.
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Yet he has standards, and rules for himself, and a determination, and he breathes out softly before he lifts a hand to pull his bust off and aware, baring his pinked face and uncertainty. ]
Tell me why.
[ Curiosity or academic interest, either way - it is getting the better of him. ]
Why me?
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Coming back to himself, he swallows and shrugs a shoulder. Honesty is likely the best way to go about it, but he’s so out of practice with that idea that he can’t quite look at Ratio as he talks. )
At first it was just your body. Like, have you seen yourself? Anyone would want a piece of that. But the longer I was in class the more it became clear that you genuinely care. You’re not the nicest guy around, no offense, but you’re kind. And— ( Ugh. Aventurine grimaces, eyes flicking back to Ratio for a moment before he looks at something over his shoulder very intently. ) I want some of that kindness that I can call all my own. Something that no one else gets to have.
( The laugh that escapes him is hollow, and he shakes his head. )
I suppose that’s selfish of me.
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[ It comes out as almost a scoff - because never before has anyone ever declared that he would be kind, nor sweet, nor tender. That is not the kind of person that he is, and yet Aventurine sees through the bluster and the way he holds himself and sees something that was hidden inside. It's as if there's a gem inside of him, waiting for someone to see it, to leave him gleaming and wanting.
Selfish, perhaps, but Ratio can appreciate honesty if nothing else. ]
A strange accusation to lay at my feet.
[ But he finds it captivating all the same, and he steps forward, one hand rising to cup Aventurine's cheek gently. ]
Are you so lonely, Aventurine? That you would choose me of all people to ease your hurts?
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But you wouldn’t hurt me. ( The truth comes pulled out from behind his teeth, ragged and fresh. ) Not like… ( No, too much, and his mouth snaps shut as his eyes go to meet Ratio’s. ) Even if I pushed you, made you snap, I know you wouldn’t.
( It is the safer option for his self-destructive tendencies, Aventurine thinks. Better a good man than, well. Most people he’s slept with. )
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[ The fingers against Aventurine's cheek move up, higher, sinking into his hair and scraping the edge of his nails there. There is something alluring about pure honesty after dancing around the truth for the last half an hour, and he respects that more than the attempts at seduction that came before.
Head tilting, eyes dark, he watches before he hums a soft noise. ]
Give me more of that. Tell me exactly what it is you want.
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And maybe, if Aventurine were to be honest with himself, nursing a crush on over the same amount of time.
That's not important right now. Aventurine focuses on Ratio, licking his lips before doing as he's asked. Without complaint, for once. )
Be rough with me. Make me forget that I thought I could do it my way. Punish me, Professor, for what I've put you through. ( His own hand reaches for Ratio's other, fingers intertwining with the other man's if he lets him. ) And then be there after. Don't let me be alone.
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He wants this too.
One thumb presses into Aventurine's lower lip and he breathes out softly. ]
You want me to punish you, and then take care of you. You might have asked with a little less of the pretence.
[ Leaning closer, he draws the other man closer with the grip on his jaw, tilting him up. ]
Why don't you show me? Kiss me properly this time.
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Noted for next time, Prof.
( He says, licking his lips again. Assuming there might be a next time is possibly far too presumptuous, but what's life without a little risk? Without pushing the line just to see how far he's allowed to get away with? Look where it's got him -- Aventurine leans forward to press his lips against Ratio's once more.
Starting out insistent, firm -- confident. He knows what he wants now, and knows that Ratio is capable of giving it to him. His hand comes to rest once again at the nape of Ratio's neck, fingers sliding into the hair there but never tightening, never demanding. He opens his mouth willingly after a moment, tongue and lips moving to invite Ratio's in rather than take from the other man; he knows what he wants now, he's been honest about it, and knows that when he asks, Ratio will answer. That's the secret, Aventurine realizes.
All he has to do is ask. )
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The fingers in his hair feel good, drawing him all the closer, and Ratio sinks into the kiss as if he was born for it, made for it, excited pulses of delight flooding his body. It's natural, biological instinct, he's aware of that, all the parts of the human body recognisable to his inner mind, but that ought not to be his focus. What should matter is what is happening because of those impulses; leaning into the kiss, he groans softly.
It is perfect.
One arm wraps around Aventurine's waist, drawing him close, squeezing at his body as he kisses him back, filled with all the restrained passion that has built inside of him, the desperation for more that he can't fight. ]
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It isn’t like he’s unmoved, and the small sounds of want that fall from his own lips are as honest as the confession Ratio wrung from him. Half aborted, embarrassing little gasps and moans, growing louder when Ratio pulls him closer. Aventurine wraps his arms around the older man’s shoulders and neck, pulling himself as flush as he can. This… this is worth it, this is worth everything.
The thought emboldens him, and he crawls into Ratio’s lap as best as the other man’s chair will let him — only pulling back as far as it takes to take one gulp of air, then another. )
How do you want me, Professor?
( Because he can feel that he’s half hard and aching, he has been since the kiss against the man’s bust. And oh, how he wants nothing more than to be spread over that desk. )
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