( 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'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. )