( But he'll never say no to Ratio. Which is dangerous on its own, but Aventurine is aware that he would never demand anything that he did not feel Aventurine was capable of giving. And it would never be a demand, either, but a suggestion -- an option. However sternly given there is always the option to say no.
Aventurine drags his tongue across a nipple before he pulls at the few remaining ties keeping the dress around Ratio's waist, and then promptly forgets to breathe for a moment. He recognizes that color, that lace -- he didn't think that Ratio would actually wear it, though he'd hoped-- )
Well then. ( He says on an exhale, can feel himself grow even harder and wetter at the sight of his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the barely there lingerie. Aeons-- ) For me, Ratio? You shouldn't have.
( Leaning in for a quick press of his lips against his, Aventurine drops to his knees without preamble, fingers tracing over the straps across Ratio's hips. Gorgeous, just as he knew it would be; there's a small whine in his throat that he lets out, breath hot and damp against the fabric. )
[ Having Aventurine so close to his cock, so close to where he wants it, has his dick twitching and his breathing coming out in a sharp little noise. Slowly, one hand lifts to stroke through Aventurine's hair, pushing it up and away from his face before he nods his head. He's a little embarrassed, a little shy about it, but the reaction from his partner... That makes it more than good enough for him.
Nodding, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. It's good - it's too good, and it's hitting him already, all wrapped up in Aventurine's scent and the power of his oncoming heating, making him feel on edge. ]
( It absolutely is worth making a fuss over, in Aventurine's opinion. The deep, rich turquoise -- one of his favorite colors -- is even more striking against the paleness of Ratio's skin. The combination of the musky scent of Ratio himself, deeper this close to his cock, and the gentle fingers through his hair with the hint of desperation to him, has Aventurine near salivating.
He nuzzles into Ratio's hip with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss along the line of the lingerie before moving to mouth over it, open mouthed kisses through the lace directly on the man's cock. )
It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous. ( It would be empty praise, if it were anyone else. But it's Ratio, and Aventurine finds himself being achingly honest with him. ) And better looking than those statues of yourself you summon. Unless you're going to start summoning them naked--
( Hang on. He continues to mouth over Ratio's dick, the fabric soaking through with his salvia and the other man's precum. )
Could you do that? That way I could always have a version of your cock in my mouth and in my cunt. Like my very own life-sized dildo--
[ The praise is a mixture of being alluring and too much, Ratio twitching a little as he turns his gaze away. He doesn't like it, this focus on himself, on his physical features rather than his mind, and his body feels as if it's on high alert from the focus of Aventurine's gaze.
There's a primal part of him that likes it, that adores having his partner telling him all the things he likes, of showing how good a mate he might be, but the heart of him is on edge.
Each soft kiss against his body inspires a tilt of his head, and he licks his lips, eyes dark and intense as he watches the other man. ]
I - do not intend to.
[ Rocking his hips forward, Ratio twists his fingers into Aventurine's hair, a little tighter than before, tugging. He breathes out sharply, cheeks flushed, but expression filled with lust and something on the edge of dangerous, his other hand going to cup Aventurine's jaw. ]
The only cock that will fill your cunt will be mine. Not even a false version of me. I am the only one permitted to fill you.
( The tug pulls a welcome whine from Aventurine, breath ghosting over the wet lace in a clear sign of want. His own eyes shine, bright in the shadow of Ratio over him. There's something intoxicating about pushing Ratio to the edge, of knowing that Aventurine can bring him to that point and reap the rewards for himself. Selfish, maybe, but Aventurine has never said he was above the sin of greed. )
Is that a possessive streak I've stumbled upon, dear doctor?
( He's delighted, and it shows in the way his eyes grow even brighter. Perhaps he shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't indulge, but Aventurine knows what he wants. What he needs, and while one can certainly chalk it up to biology or whatever else Ratio might use as an excuse, Aventurine knows how to get what he wants. )
What would you do, then, to see that no one else touches me? ( His hands are not idle, running over the straps of the lingerie, over the swell of Ratio's ass and curving in so tight his blunt nails leave crescents in the muscle. Catching the edge of the front of the lace with his teeth, Aventurine pulls it aside and over Ratio's cock, allowing it to spring free. Aeons, he really is huge. ) I think, doctor, I'd let you do just about anything--
[ Ratio would never dare to claim possession over Aventurine, would never fall victim to such base, desperate concepts, not even as an alpha, but... There's a certain joy to be found in knowing they are together, only for each other, even without mating having taken place. There's something solid and warm inside of him, and he leans in, kissing him, long and slow.
It's intense. The feeling of want, like this, is intense, desperate, and he feels himself shivering a little as he rocks into the touch of his partner, closing his eyes again. ]
Anything? [ His hips jerk forward, desperate, needy. ] Aventurine, my sweet gambler... [ Tilting his head back, he breathes out again, his cock twitching a little between his legs. ] I'd fuck you. Fill you, with all that I had. Push my knot into your pretty cunt until you were filled, dripping with me, until it takes - [ A gasp, his hand clenching around nothing. ] - until you're round, showing the world who you belong with.
( Aventurine had planned to take his time with Ratio, to suck him off at least once before letting the other man fuck him. It's what his dear doctor deserves for his service as a heat partner, as his partner. But then those words tumble out of the other man and Aventurine can't help but whine against the soft skin of Ratio's cock. To think that the great doctor could want so something as base as-- )
You'd breed me, Veritas? ( Aventurine kisses up his chest as he stands again, wrapping his arms around Ratio's neck to press fleeting kisses across his face, never reaching his lips. ) Is that what you want -- to make an effort to revive an entire ethnic group through your seed alone?
( His hands dip down, one to catch Ratio's hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to suck on his fingers -- one at first, and then two. The other goes to his cock, wrapping and stroking gently as he teases the other man. )
[ It's intense, his tongue feeling fuzzy and dry all of a sudden, even as the weight of it makes his skin burn. He longs for his, and his cock twitches in Aventurine's grip, his eyes flickering closed. Does he want to breed him? Yes, yes he does, he wants to shove their bodies together, wants to be entangled with him so completely it's impossible to separate them.
Almost whimpering, Ratio leans back, breathing out, cheeks flushed and eyes dark, yearning, wanting. ]
Aventurine... [ Fingers reach out, and Ratio presses his hand, palm-flat against the other man's stomach, as if he might be able to feel how it would shift and change with his come, with a child they might make together. He groans, head tilting back, swallowing. ]
They would have your hair, with the dominance of blond traits... They might share our eye colour.
( Aventurine stumbles backwards, dragging Ratio towards the bed -- he's wasted too much time suddenly, he wants the other man to fuck him, breed him, claim him in every way that he can or else Aventurine just might go insane. His lips fasten on Ratio's neck, biting here and there only hard enough to leave temporary marks, sucking here and there. His, his, his, and the idea of growing round with come and child has slick coating his bare thighs.
It also makes him huff in laughter, that Ratio would immediately jump to scientific probabilities of inherited traits. How very him of Ratio, and once Aventurine's knees hit the bed, he falls back, pulling down Veritas with him. His dress keeps him from wrapping his legs around the other man but they'll find a way to deal with that later. )
I'd want one with your eyes. Your hair. ( A hand curls into Ratio's hair, pulling slightly. ) Would you fuck me full of your come until then? How long would that take-- how long would you keep me away from the world and round with your-- our child?
[ It's painfully heady, the idea of their shared genetics coming together to create a child, and while Ratio has no real desire for fatherhood right now, there's something painfully alluring about it. It helps that Aventurine is being deliciously attractive about it as well, and he groans softly, the scent of his desire and lust filling the room. It's perfection, and Ratio is losing the reigns of his self-control.
Leaning in, he breathes out sharply, the tug to his hair having his hips twitching and his throat bobbing as he swallows. He's so at this man's mercy, it ought to be embarrassing. ]
As long as it takes. [ His fingers dig into Aventurine's skin and he shivers. ] I'd keep you knotted until I could scent our child in you. Plug you with my cock until we had exactly what we wanted.
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( But he'll never say no to Ratio. Which is dangerous on its own, but Aventurine is aware that he would never demand anything that he did not feel Aventurine was capable of giving. And it would never be a demand, either, but a suggestion -- an option. However sternly given there is always the option to say no.
Aventurine drags his tongue across a nipple before he pulls at the few remaining ties keeping the dress around Ratio's waist, and then promptly forgets to breathe for a moment. He recognizes that color, that lace -- he didn't think that Ratio would actually wear it, though he'd hoped-- )
Well then. ( He says on an exhale, can feel himself grow even harder and wetter at the sight of his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the barely there lingerie. Aeons-- ) For me, Ratio? You shouldn't have.
( Leaning in for a quick press of his lips against his, Aventurine drops to his knees without preamble, fingers tracing over the straps across Ratio's hips. Gorgeous, just as he knew it would be; there's a small whine in his throat that he lets out, breath hot and damp against the fabric. )
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Nodding, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. It's good - it's too good, and it's hitting him already, all wrapped up in Aventurine's scent and the power of his oncoming heating, making him feel on edge. ]
Why wouldn't I? If it pleased you -
[ His fingers twist a little and he looks away. ]
It's not worth making a fuss over.
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( It absolutely is worth making a fuss over, in Aventurine's opinion. The deep, rich turquoise -- one of his favorite colors -- is even more striking against the paleness of Ratio's skin. The combination of the musky scent of Ratio himself, deeper this close to his cock, and the gentle fingers through his hair with the hint of desperation to him, has Aventurine near salivating.
He nuzzles into Ratio's hip with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss along the line of the lingerie before moving to mouth over it, open mouthed kisses through the lace directly on the man's cock. )
It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous. ( It would be empty praise, if it were anyone else. But it's Ratio, and Aventurine finds himself being achingly honest with him. ) And better looking than those statues of yourself you summon. Unless you're going to start summoning them naked--
( Hang on. He continues to mouth over Ratio's dick, the fabric soaking through with his salvia and the other man's precum. )
Could you do that? That way I could always have a version of your cock in my mouth and in my cunt. Like my very own life-sized dildo--
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There's a primal part of him that likes it, that adores having his partner telling him all the things he likes, of showing how good a mate he might be, but the heart of him is on edge.
Each soft kiss against his body inspires a tilt of his head, and he licks his lips, eyes dark and intense as he watches the other man. ]
I - do not intend to.
[ Rocking his hips forward, Ratio twists his fingers into Aventurine's hair, a little tighter than before, tugging. He breathes out sharply, cheeks flushed, but expression filled with lust and something on the edge of dangerous, his other hand going to cup Aventurine's jaw. ]
The only cock that will fill your cunt will be mine. Not even a false version of me. I am the only one permitted to fill you.
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Is that a possessive streak I've stumbled upon, dear doctor?
( He's delighted, and it shows in the way his eyes grow even brighter. Perhaps he shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't indulge, but Aventurine knows what he wants. What he needs, and while one can certainly chalk it up to biology or whatever else Ratio might use as an excuse, Aventurine knows how to get what he wants. )
What would you do, then, to see that no one else touches me? ( His hands are not idle, running over the straps of the lingerie, over the swell of Ratio's ass and curving in so tight his blunt nails leave crescents in the muscle. Catching the edge of the front of the lace with his teeth, Aventurine pulls it aside and over Ratio's cock, allowing it to spring free. Aeons, he really is huge. ) I think, doctor, I'd let you do just about anything--
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It's intense. The feeling of want, like this, is intense, desperate, and he feels himself shivering a little as he rocks into the touch of his partner, closing his eyes again. ]
Anything? [ His hips jerk forward, desperate, needy. ] Aventurine, my sweet gambler... [ Tilting his head back, he breathes out again, his cock twitching a little between his legs. ] I'd fuck you. Fill you, with all that I had. Push my knot into your pretty cunt until you were filled, dripping with me, until it takes - [ A gasp, his hand clenching around nothing. ] - until you're round, showing the world who you belong with.
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You'd breed me, Veritas? ( Aventurine kisses up his chest as he stands again, wrapping his arms around Ratio's neck to press fleeting kisses across his face, never reaching his lips. ) Is that what you want -- to make an effort to revive an entire ethnic group through your seed alone?
( His hands dip down, one to catch Ratio's hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to suck on his fingers -- one at first, and then two. The other goes to his cock, wrapping and stroking gently as he teases the other man. )
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Almost whimpering, Ratio leans back, breathing out, cheeks flushed and eyes dark, yearning, wanting. ]
Aventurine... [ Fingers reach out, and Ratio presses his hand, palm-flat against the other man's stomach, as if he might be able to feel how it would shift and change with his come, with a child they might make together. He groans, head tilting back, swallowing. ]
They would have your hair, with the dominance of blond traits... They might share our eye colour.
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It also makes him huff in laughter, that Ratio would immediately jump to scientific probabilities of inherited traits. How very him of Ratio, and once Aventurine's knees hit the bed, he falls back, pulling down Veritas with him. His dress keeps him from wrapping his legs around the other man but they'll find a way to deal with that later. )
I'd want one with your eyes. Your hair. ( A hand curls into Ratio's hair, pulling slightly. ) Would you fuck me full of your come until then? How long would that take-- how long would you keep me away from the world and round with your-- our child?
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Leaning in, he breathes out sharply, the tug to his hair having his hips twitching and his throat bobbing as he swallows. He's so at this man's mercy, it ought to be embarrassing. ]
As long as it takes. [ His fingers dig into Aventurine's skin and he shivers. ] I'd keep you knotted until I could scent our child in you. Plug you with my cock until we had exactly what we wanted.