[ 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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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. )