[ 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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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. )