( As if Aventurine could leave after all that. It's enough to make him pull at his collar, fingers brushing up against just the right spot on his unblemished neck. Even the barest pressure, combined with that scent, with the doctor's voice heavy with need, has his legs wobbling with the promise of what he could have. He would be lying to say that he hasn't considered it -- who wouldn't? Oh, he's sure there's some people who'd have long given up due to the doctor's poor attitude, but Aventurine likes that as much as he likes how the man looks.
Now he just needs to convince Ratio to open that door. )
Well, you wouldn't, would you? ( He says, unconcerned as he strips off his jacket, hanging it over a chair and sliding out of his shoes. The longer he can stay, the longer his scent has time to work on the other man. ) The esteemed Doctor Veritas Ratio has never called for someone to come and help him with his rut. Though if I knew, I'd have stopped for some... supplies.
( He lets Ratio interpret that however he pleases, though Aventurine does mean food and bottled water. The usual things for anyone going through a rut or heat. )
Aventurine had been a temptation, but that doesn’t mean that this is something he is going to give in to, that he’ll just abandon all principles and morality because of a biological imperative that he has learned to ignore and control. He’s read the papers, seen the experimentation, he’s taken the medication and he’s found a way of maintaining his own harmony - hah - as well as keeping his body’s expectations minimal.
He does not intend for that to change now.
Gritting his teeth, he presses his forehead against the door, nails sinking into the wood. Fuck. But he wants to open it. Ratio has never scented anything that smells as good as Aventurine does, and the urge to grab him and shove his nose into his scent glands is too much. The teasing lilt of the other man’s voice does nothing to help him in that venture either.
Turning around, he covers his nose with his hand, as if the stale smell of his own rut might calm his need to knot. It doesn’t.
Fuck. ]
Go away, gambler. I’ve no need of your company today.
( It's almost too easy. Not that he would ever accuse Ratio of being easy, but the other man really sets a winning hand for Aventurine up nearly every time. A fact that works well in their partnership and poorly for the other man when it comes to finding Aventurine off. Which the other man should know well enough by now, and yet he keeps offering Aventurine inches for him to run a mile with.
At least in this case they both stand to benefit. )
Oh? You don't need an Omega? ( Aventurine pitches his voice lower as he toes his shoes off, making his way to the door. He can feel the other man's scent working on him, the way his body wants him to submit. He'll gladly do it for Ratio (And Aventurine isn't going to think about that fact, thank you, or else he'll have to admit that maybe his secondary biology has an edge over him in some rare occasions. Or that he trusts Ratio, and he's not sure which is worse at this point), but the other man has to earn it first -- what's a reward without a little bit of effort? ) But Doctor, you've got a willing one right here.
[ The scent of Aventurine through the door is agonisingly delicious, the urge to slam his fist through the wood and drag him close sickeningly overwhelming. Ratio has a tight reign on himself, on his self-control, on his own nature, and it stops him from doing anything quite so ridiculous, but he can't deny... The want. The desire. The way that he feels as if he doesn't get his arms around the omega and his teeth in his neck, his life simply won't be worth living any more.
Pressing his forehead to the door, he whines softly, nails scraping down. ]
This is - not something you ought to do. You are being blinded by your biology, by a base desire that you are gambling upon, as usual.
[ He groans, cock hard between his legs, twitching with his want and desire. ]
( The longer he stays the more his body reacts, and while Aventurine figured as much, it's another to suffer it -- it's as if his entire biological system has kicked into overdrive the moment it realized that Ratio could take him, to fuck him into whatever surface is easiest. His cock is starting to take notice, slick beginning to leak from him. It feels startlingly like he's been thrown into pre-heat just from being around an Alpha he wants in rut. As if his secondary designation has realized what his brain and heart already know but refuse to acknowledge and is attempting to fix it as quickly as possible.
The whine he can hear goes straight to his dick, his cunt. He can't leave now, there's no way. Not when his own need is climbing up his spine to strangle him with want. Fuck.
Fuck.
When he speaks again he can't hide the effect that Ratio's scent has had on him, voice tight and desperate. )
Then don't. I-- ( Aventurine leans against the doorframe, already shoving a hand down his pants to try and give himself some relief so he can hold a damned conversation with the other man. ) Hah-- might have underestimated how intoxicating I'd find you like this. So really, you'd be doing me a favor.
( And if Ratio ends up mating him, teeth biting into his neck until the other man tastes blood and the claim takes, well. That's a gamble he's willing to take. )
[ The scent of omega slick is heady through the door, Ratio lost in it as he almost pants with his desire, with the way he wants to press his mouth against cock and cunt and devour it. Aventurine would feel perfect with his knot tying them together, the smell of him coating his own scent until they're entwined, and the entire world knows that his rut was spent with someone so wonderful, so perfect, so good...
It's painful, how much the desire comes from both biology and heart, as though his cardiac system is working against him to leave him all the more needy and wanton, to make him feel as if he might explode, come into his own hand, fingers squeezing around his knot in a proxy hold. The pretence would never be enough.
A favour, he says, and Ratio laughs hoarsely. ]
It is too dangerous. I have never... [ He has never shared a rut with another before. He does not know how he will hold himself at bay, how he will resist the urge to take, and take, and take, until there is nothing left, destroying this man with his own desire for pleasure. It's heady, and he burns with how much he wants to fuck him, own him, mate him, cherish him and remind him of what love feels like.
Groaning, Ratio almost whimpers. ]
Aventurine... I cannot say no again. Please, leave the premise. You will - find another. Better.
The shock of it has Aventurine laughing, only slightly hysterical. )
Don't want better. I want you. ( He grits out, chest heaving with the effort it now takes to form words. The doctor really can be the most idiotic man, Aventurine thinks between pressing his fingers into his cunt and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He is the better man, the one who deserves more than Aventurine -- he knows he's a mess. He knows he can't be trusted, can't offer half the things Ratio deserves from a mate. But he does-- he wants them, if Ratio would offer. Desperately. ) I can take it, Ratio. Don't make me go out like this --
( The threat of rejection cracks through him, an ache that hurts almost as much as the need to fuck. Ratio could. He could deny him still. And Aventurine would attempt to claw back the shards of his mask and escape with his decency. Maybe they wouldn't even talk about it after.
But he doesn't want that. )
Should I beg? I'll be a good little omega, ( Hah. The words sound false on his tongue, in the air. He's never been anyone's 'good little omega' and Ratio likely knows it. ) just for you, Doc.
[ Ratio can almost feel it, the way that Aventurine's body reacts to the perceived rejection, as if Veritas Ratio does not desire him wholly, does not want to touch him and love him, does not want to press his cock into him until they're bound together in all the chemical, biological ways he had ignored his entire life. The notion of it makes him a little angry, that he might have caused such a feeling, and it is that which makes him open the door.
He is guided by instinct alone as an arm wraps around the omega, grabbing him to pin him to the wall, to lean down and press his face into his neck, groaning softly, teeth scraping over his skin. It would be so easy to bite him, claim him, own him entirely, and it fills him with a need so overpowering he loses sense of himself for a brief moment, rocking forward with chemical desire and want burning through him.
Ratio needs, he has to take, and he shivers as he licks the skin. ]
I do not require your obedience nor servitude. I only wish for you.
[ And then he is pressing their mouths together, hot and hard, fingers reaching between their legs to get his hand on Aventurine's cock, to press into his cunt, but he finds others already there and waiting for it. The groan echoes between their mouths as he rocks forward. ]
He thought he'd have been prepared for how it would feel to have Ratio touch him, pin him against the wall, to feel the sharp edges of his teeth over his skin and gland. There is nothing in this world, he realizes, that feels as good as Ratio does in this moment, his scent coming to blanket Aventurine as if this isn't the first time they've come together. The weight of him against him and the press of his cock. Aeons.
Aventurine will blame his Alpha and heat addled brain for the way Ratio's complete dismissal of wanting his submission makes him want to sob. Instead he kisses back with teeth and tongue, chuckling into his mouth as he traps Aventurine's hand between the two of them. )
That's-- That's the sexiest thing you've ever said, you know. Whatever is left of me-- ( It's all his. It's easier to talk now that Ratio is here, pressing against him and the thought of mate mate mate alpha is pushed back by the promise of having him so close at hand. ) Was I supposed to? You were making such an effort to chase me away-- I had to take matters into my own hands. As it were.
( But he can leave it to Ratio for now, moving his arms to wrap around his neck and hold him close, hold him so that Aventurine can resume kissing him, deepening the kiss. His moans mix with Ratio's, shifting his hips into his touch, the heavy weight of Ratio's hard cock. )
[ The urge to bite down into that delicious scent gland and mark Aventurine as his for the rest of their lives is intense and painful to resist, to force himself to resist the urge and push it all away. Ratio is not the kind of person to take without permission, without consent, without letting himself have a proper discussion beforehand. He had never been particularly interested in mating or a long term bond, but he cannot deny the fact that the thought has become more appealing.
Aventurine has truly cursed him, it seems.
Leaning into the kiss, he devours the other man's mouth, chasing the taste of him and groaning against the softness of his lips. The scent of the two of them together is getting stronger, and his hard cock is pressed flush against Aventurine as he rocks forward, chasing his pleasure with a hiss of something between his teeth as he leans back. It's too good, far too good, and he wants it for a thousand more shared minutes. How was he ever meant to resist this?
Reaching down, he hooks his fingers into Aventurine's thighs, to lift him up so that he can rock into him properly. ]
Never again. Let me - I want to - Nn.
[ Ratio wants to touch him, to make him feel good, to taste him and fuck him, to wrap his mouth around his cock and press his tongue into his cunt, to own him in all the ways he possibly can. Turning his head, he nuzzles absently into Aventurine's hair, breathing out softly. ]
( Does he know what he does to him? Not just now, when his hormones are running amuck though his system and making him as wanton as he's ever been -- that's Ratio's fault, certainly, because he wouldn't be in this state if it hadn't been for the man's rut. And his cock, rocking against his has Aventurine shaking against the wall, in Ratio's hand. But that's not the thing that makes Aventurine's head fall back against the wall, baring his neck for Ratio, sighing at the affectionate nuzzle.
He's in deep. He's dragged deeper when the other man asks for his consent. Aventurine threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of Ratio's neck, scenting the man as he does so -- he can't think of anything else to do, to say, that conveys just how much that simple thing means to him. It's a heady thing, and Aventurine gasps and bites off a moan at a particularly good press of Ratio's hips.
Answer. He should answer because he wants it all. He wants Ratio's knot and he wants his bite and he wants and wants and wants so much that it hurts. To belong to someone by choice until he dies, to a man who asks before he takes. )
Yes, yes-- ( He pulls a leg up to wrap around Ratio's hips and legs as best he can, rolling his own hips forward to meet the other man's. ) Everything. I-- if you don't bite me, if you don't knot me, Ratio, I'll--
( It's an empty threat, lost in a moan as he attempts to kiss him again, sloppy and desperate. )
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Now he just needs to convince Ratio to open that door. )
Well, you wouldn't, would you? ( He says, unconcerned as he strips off his jacket, hanging it over a chair and sliding out of his shoes. The longer he can stay, the longer his scent has time to work on the other man. ) The esteemed Doctor Veritas Ratio has never called for someone to come and help him with his rut. Though if I knew, I'd have stopped for some... supplies.
( He lets Ratio interpret that however he pleases, though Aventurine does mean food and bottled water. The usual things for anyone going through a rut or heat. )
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[ This is the last thing he wanted.
Aventurine had been a temptation, but that doesn’t mean that this is something he is going to give in to, that he’ll just abandon all principles and morality because of a biological imperative that he has learned to ignore and control. He’s read the papers, seen the experimentation, he’s taken the medication and he’s found a way of maintaining his own harmony - hah - as well as keeping his body’s expectations minimal.
He does not intend for that to change now.
Gritting his teeth, he presses his forehead against the door, nails sinking into the wood. Fuck. But he wants to open it. Ratio has never scented anything that smells as good as Aventurine does, and the urge to grab him and shove his nose into his scent glands is too much. The teasing lilt of the other man’s voice does nothing to help him in that venture either.
Turning around, he covers his nose with his hand, as if the stale smell of his own rut might calm his need to knot. It doesn’t.
Fuck. ]
Go away, gambler. I’ve no need of your company today.
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At least in this case they both stand to benefit. )
Oh? You don't need an Omega? ( Aventurine pitches his voice lower as he toes his shoes off, making his way to the door. He can feel the other man's scent working on him, the way his body wants him to submit. He'll gladly do it for Ratio (And Aventurine isn't going to think about that fact, thank you, or else he'll have to admit that maybe his secondary biology has an edge over him in some rare occasions. Or that he trusts Ratio, and he's not sure which is worse at this point), but the other man has to earn it first -- what's a reward without a little bit of effort? ) But Doctor, you've got a willing one right here.
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Pressing his forehead to the door, he whines softly, nails scraping down. ]
This is - not something you ought to do. You are being blinded by your biology, by a base desire that you are gambling upon, as usual.
[ He groans, cock hard between his legs, twitching with his want and desire. ]
Aventurine... I cannot hold out.
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The whine he can hear goes straight to his dick, his cunt. He can't leave now, there's no way. Not when his own need is climbing up his spine to strangle him with want. Fuck.
Fuck.
When he speaks again he can't hide the effect that Ratio's scent has had on him, voice tight and desperate. )
Then don't. I-- ( Aventurine leans against the doorframe, already shoving a hand down his pants to try and give himself some relief so he can hold a damned conversation with the other man. ) Hah-- might have underestimated how intoxicating I'd find you like this. So really, you'd be doing me a favor.
( And if Ratio ends up mating him, teeth biting into his neck until the other man tastes blood and the claim takes, well. That's a gamble he's willing to take. )
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It's painful, how much the desire comes from both biology and heart, as though his cardiac system is working against him to leave him all the more needy and wanton, to make him feel as if he might explode, come into his own hand, fingers squeezing around his knot in a proxy hold. The pretence would never be enough.
A favour, he says, and Ratio laughs hoarsely. ]
It is too dangerous. I have never... [ He has never shared a rut with another before. He does not know how he will hold himself at bay, how he will resist the urge to take, and take, and take, until there is nothing left, destroying this man with his own desire for pleasure. It's heady, and he burns with how much he wants to fuck him, own him, mate him, cherish him and remind him of what love feels like.
Groaning, Ratio almost whimpers. ]
Aventurine... I cannot say no again. Please, leave the premise. You will - find another. Better.
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The shock of it has Aventurine laughing, only slightly hysterical. )
Don't want better. I want you. ( He grits out, chest heaving with the effort it now takes to form words. The doctor really can be the most idiotic man, Aventurine thinks between pressing his fingers into his cunt and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He is the better man, the one who deserves more than Aventurine -- he knows he's a mess. He knows he can't be trusted, can't offer half the things Ratio deserves from a mate. But he does-- he wants them, if Ratio would offer. Desperately. ) I can take it, Ratio. Don't make me go out like this --
( The threat of rejection cracks through him, an ache that hurts almost as much as the need to fuck. Ratio could. He could deny him still. And Aventurine would attempt to claw back the shards of his mask and escape with his decency. Maybe they wouldn't even talk about it after.
But he doesn't want that. )
Should I beg? I'll be a good little omega, ( Hah. The words sound false on his tongue, in the air. He's never been anyone's 'good little omega' and Ratio likely knows it. ) just for you, Doc.
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He is guided by instinct alone as an arm wraps around the omega, grabbing him to pin him to the wall, to lean down and press his face into his neck, groaning softly, teeth scraping over his skin. It would be so easy to bite him, claim him, own him entirely, and it fills him with a need so overpowering he loses sense of himself for a brief moment, rocking forward with chemical desire and want burning through him.
Ratio needs, he has to take, and he shivers as he licks the skin. ]
I do not require your obedience nor servitude. I only wish for you.
[ And then he is pressing their mouths together, hot and hard, fingers reaching between their legs to get his hand on Aventurine's cock, to press into his cunt, but he finds others already there and waiting for it. The groan echoes between their mouths as he rocks forward. ]
You could not wait at all, could you?
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He thought he'd have been prepared for how it would feel to have Ratio touch him, pin him against the wall, to feel the sharp edges of his teeth over his skin and gland. There is nothing in this world, he realizes, that feels as good as Ratio does in this moment, his scent coming to blanket Aventurine as if this isn't the first time they've come together. The weight of him against him and the press of his cock. Aeons.
Aventurine will blame his Alpha and heat addled brain for the way Ratio's complete dismissal of wanting his submission makes him want to sob. Instead he kisses back with teeth and tongue, chuckling into his mouth as he traps Aventurine's hand between the two of them. )
That's-- That's the sexiest thing you've ever said, you know. Whatever is left of me-- ( It's all his. It's easier to talk now that Ratio is here, pressing against him and the thought of mate mate mate alpha is pushed back by the promise of having him so close at hand. ) Was I supposed to? You were making such an effort to chase me away-- I had to take matters into my own hands. As it were.
( But he can leave it to Ratio for now, moving his arms to wrap around his neck and hold him close, hold him so that Aventurine can resume kissing him, deepening the kiss. His moans mix with Ratio's, shifting his hips into his touch, the heavy weight of Ratio's hard cock. )
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Aventurine has truly cursed him, it seems.
Leaning into the kiss, he devours the other man's mouth, chasing the taste of him and groaning against the softness of his lips. The scent of the two of them together is getting stronger, and his hard cock is pressed flush against Aventurine as he rocks forward, chasing his pleasure with a hiss of something between his teeth as he leans back. It's too good, far too good, and he wants it for a thousand more shared minutes. How was he ever meant to resist this?
Reaching down, he hooks his fingers into Aventurine's thighs, to lift him up so that he can rock into him properly. ]
Never again. Let me - I want to - Nn.
[ Ratio wants to touch him, to make him feel good, to taste him and fuck him, to wrap his mouth around his cock and press his tongue into his cunt, to own him in all the ways he possibly can. Turning his head, he nuzzles absently into Aventurine's hair, breathing out softly. ]
Do you consent? How much do you... Desire?
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He's in deep. He's dragged deeper when the other man asks for his consent. Aventurine threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of Ratio's neck, scenting the man as he does so -- he can't think of anything else to do, to say, that conveys just how much that simple thing means to him. It's a heady thing, and Aventurine gasps and bites off a moan at a particularly good press of Ratio's hips.
Answer. He should answer because he wants it all. He wants Ratio's knot and he wants his bite and he wants and wants and wants so much that it hurts. To belong to someone by choice until he dies, to a man who asks before he takes. )
Yes, yes-- ( He pulls a leg up to wrap around Ratio's hips and legs as best he can, rolling his own hips forward to meet the other man's. ) Everything. I-- if you don't bite me, if you don't knot me, Ratio, I'll--
( It's an empty threat, lost in a moan as he attempts to kiss him again, sloppy and desperate. )