( 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. )
[ Breaking his rationality is one thing, but Ratio is also a man who understands himself. He would not be doing this if he did not already desire Aventurine, if he did not want this on some level. He would be able to hold himself back if it was simple, idle attraction, but he is a man who reflects on his own wants and desires more than he ought, and you do not get to the level of mastery and education that he has without those kinds of developments.
The soft sound that the other man makes is enough to anchor him, to draw him closer, to make him wrap himself and hold him. He leans into the kiss and deepens it, permits the flicker of a tongue and the search for something more, and when he pauses to breathe he knows his cheeks are flushed, a violent red against his pale skin. ]
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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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The soft sound that the other man makes is enough to anchor him, to draw him closer, to make him wrap himself and hold him. He leans into the kiss and deepens it, permits the flicker of a tongue and the search for something more, and when he pauses to breathe he knows his cheeks are flushed, a violent red against his pale skin. ]
I thought you were the one with the grand ideas?
[ Which is to say he isn't certain. ]