( Ratio is close enough, touching enough of him to feel the way Aventurine shakes until the words are out. Any vulnerability is hidden in his expression, but the other man knows him enough to know.
(And that scares Aventurine almost as much as the idea of his luck running out. People don't know him. They might be bribed with credits or smiles or promises on a big payoff later, but they don't know him. Ratio knows more than most, more than anyone has since he'd murdered his way to freedom.)
But he doesn't want Aventurine to go, and the shaky breath that he lets go he attempts to hide by kisisng Ratio again. Slower, this time, but no less desperate. He wants to map out every reaction, every sound, and if he's not going to go through with that idiotic surgery then Aventurine has time to do so.
His hands go up to cup Ratio's cheeks, thumbs running over impressive cheekbones as he tries to will himself not to shake apart. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he muses, he needs to regain some sort of upper hand so he can really drive home what a stupid idea ridding himself of love is. )
Do you want me to see if I can guess what is, doctor?
[ It is difficult to rationalise to himself the way that he feels, if only because he wonders how much of Aventurine he actually knows, trying to deduce if this is a game or a gamble, to ensure that Ratio remains as loyal as possible to the IPC. Cynical of him, perhaps, but he didn't earn what he had managed without a little questioning of a gift horse, as it were, and he doesn't want to fall into a trap.
All of this, however... It feels bitterly genuine, and he wishes to give into it, even as he feels himself getting warm and flustered, his irritation covered by the warmth on his face and the way his hands reach out to grip at the other man, to hold him as close as he can get himself to be. He wants this, yearns for it, even if it will result in pain in the end.
Like academia, truly. ]
You would attempt a gamble, even now? Nil point.
[ But he is leaning up, to press their mouths together more, desirous, rocking his hips forward a little absently, longing. Wanting. ]
( There are people Aventurine would sell out for another chance at a gamble, yes. There are times that he has used all available tools to him in order to get the job done, yes. There's no shame in that, to Aventurine -- all for the Amber Lord, after all. But there are some things, there is this thing that makes him feel greedy and selfish because it will be his and no one else's. He has money, he has a job he's good at, and now he'll have the chance to make the man he loves forget himself. He'd better not waste a single second of it.
And he would never use this fragile thing between them for the IPC. Aventurine doesn't know the right words to say that, to have it be an indisputable truth like Ratio loves. But he's sure of one thing: it is the truth.
Though it doesn't stop him from huffing a laugh against Ratio's lips, breaking into a smile he knows the other man can feel. )
What can I say? I'm incorrigible. ( Although-- ) You're not really going to score us having sex, are you?
( Aventurine's hands travel down to Ratio's hips, hooking in the belt loops and thanking the Goddess herself that the other man hasn't decided to wear that ridiculous outfit of his. It allows him to keep the man in place as he rolls his own hips forward, cock hard enough for Ratio to feel through the layers. )
Because if so, Doc, you better let me know what you're grading off of.
[ Ratio's heart feels too full, and he wonders how much of it is from affection and how much of it is from the flowers curling in his lungs and giving him breathing and respiratory issues as a result. Being this close to the person he is in love with must be having side effects, and he hasn't quite deduced whether those effects are positive or negative. He's still adjusting his theories with the new evidence. It feels as if he ought to be in a court of law, debating the realities.
He does not, though. Instead, he watches Aventurine with dark eyes, wanting to lift his legs to slide them around his waist, to rock into his body, to see if he can chase the sensation of a dick pressing against him, making him want more and more...
He breathes out instead, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to ignore the way he can picture that smile perfectly. ]
No. I do not have a rubric for the - the completion of sexual intercourse. I doubt many scholars intend to use it for any kind of assessment.
[ If they ever get close enough to being fucked for it to matter, of course.
He can feel it, Aventurine's cock, and he groans softly, low and a little hoarse. ]
I know you enjoy the sound of your own voice, but do you intend to continue?
( Aeons, there is nothing about Ratio that isn't intoxicating to Aventurine. Every sound he makes -- it just makes him want to press himself as close as possible, until Veritas can't think to separate himself from Aventurine. )
Only if you agree to never say "the completion of sexual intercourse" again.
( Aventurine huffs, trailing kisses down from Ratio's jaw to his neck, tugging down his collar just enough so that when he bites and sucks on the pale skin there to leave a mark, Ratio will at least be able to hide it. Aventurine isn't particularly possessive when it comes to leaving traces of himself across the skin of his partners, given what is permanently branded on his neck, but he wants to give the good doctor a reminder of the night that will last slightly longer.
After all, they have their own jobs, their own lives. They'll be apart for days soon enough. Aventurine won't ask Ratio to change that (and he wouldn't know what to do if Ratio asked him to, because why would he?) just for him. )
[ He has a PhD in medicine, he cannot be faulted for the way he speaks, even if he may be doing it with a touch of deliberation to it - wanting to irritate Aventurine just a little, to try and get him as riled up and filled with emotion as Ratio himself is. The fact that he can feel Aventurine's cock is not enough: he wants to see the other man break apart, want to see his desperation, to taste it on his mouth.
It has been months of longing. Has he not earned the right to permit himself something like this? To tease and press, to nudge, to see Aventurine's face twisted in irritation and pleasure?
Tilting his head to the side, he sighs softly, the pleasure obvious before he's reaching out and pushing the other man away. Stepping towards the bed, he begins to remove his clothing, tugging the layers off without pause. ]
Rid yourself of your clothing. Swiftly, if you please.
[ Yes, he wants to be fucked. No, he is not going to be polite about it. ]
( Aventurine can't help but laugh even as he finds himself apart from Ratio -- which is truly unfair. But they do have to strip if they're to get anywhere more than frotting. Don't get Aventurine wrong, there's nothing wrong with that; he'll gladly engage in a bit of it with Ratio later, but he does desperately want to get his hands on the doctor's bare skin. To commit every divot, every inch to memory.
He wants, more than anything, to see Ratio lose himself in Aventurine. To know that no matter what might come, he had this moment. To watch the other man finally show him what goes on in that head of his, to watch him blush and squirm.
And he can't do that very well dressed now, can he?
There's a deliberateness to the way he strips, setting jacket and then shirt aside with care -- they're expensive, and Aventurine isn't going to waste good tailoring on anything. Boots, shocks, and slacks follow quickly after. )
Mm, happy now?
( He teases, though he knows he's not fully naked yet. He's spent too long not touching Ratio, and turns to reach for him again. )
[ The laughter should grate at him, but it doesn't: it warms him instead. Ratio desires more of this, wanting to hear more of that softness without the twinge of thorn and flower piercing his lungs and making him want to throw himself off the edge of the nearest building. The notion of love being poisonous to kill is not unheard of in literary descriptions, but to experience it in reality is altogether a novelty he does not desire to repeat.
Instead, he settles down on the bed, naked and bare, flushed and wet, and tries to make himself comfortable without turning into some pornographic image from a fetish magazine - or worse. ]
Veritably.
[ Tilting his head, he shuffles back a little, pausing before he opens his arms out and allows Aventurine to be drawn close, tugging him down so that he might straddle his lap, almost petulant with the way he looks at him. ]
( No image in any magazine could capture how attractive Aventurine finds Ratio in this moment; the man he loves naked and waiting, wanting him? Aventurine lets himself settle over Ratio, one leg between his. For a long moment he just looks -- from Ratio's sunset eyes, the slight curl of his hair and his proud nose. All the way down to the doctor's well muscled arms and chest, and here Aventurine allows himself to touch, hands running over his pecs, brushing over his nipples with a sly grin, down his sides and then back up again. )
Let me have the moment, Doc. It's not every day I get to touch someone I love, you know.
( He grins, wild and a little lopsided -- perhaps one of the most honest and true smiles he's ever leveled at the other man. But he can't help himself; for once he feels... warm. Full of life. It'll fade, Aventurine's sure, but for now?
For now he's going to relish it. And that means kissing Ratio again until they have to break for breath, pushing his leg up against his cunt in a promise. )
[ Being stared at is not much of a novelty for Ratio - he is aware that he is handsome enough, that his appearance attracts the gaze because he is sculpted finely, not necessarily for what he would wish for. He wants to be appreciated for his intellect, for his wisdom, his mind, not for what he happened to turn out looking like, as if the work he has put in to be educated was for nothing.
When Aventurine stares at him, however...
It feels more worshipful, more intense, more loving, and that may be because it is. He lets the words drop so easily, as if confessions of romance and affection are simple to admit to, and Ratio can feel himself swallow, can feel himself lean back with a soft, pleased sigh, eyes closing. ]
I'll permit it, for now, on this singular occasion.
[ Especially when he can do this, shifting to rock his cunt against the curve of Aventurine's leg, rubbing himself and seeking out his pleasure, eyes closing. ]
Just this once? ( Because Aventurine will want to do this again. As often as Ratio is going to let him. He might not have the other man forever -- or, hell, even longer than this night -- but that doesn't change what he wants. His luck has never been this good before, this... genuine in its gifts. So he is going to milk it for all it's worth. ) Don't plan on it, Doc.
( He presses up with his leg again, matching Ratio's thrusts down with raising it up to rub against his cunt. Idly, he wonders if the other man could come from just this alone -- something to test. If not now, then... later. If his luck holds.
For now he ducks down again, kissing Ratio once more before working his way down his neck, nipping and biting as he does so. If Ratio does, for some reason, want to rip out his affection after all this, he's going to leave enough marks that he won't be able to just forget it.
You heard what I said. [ The embarrassment doesn't leave room for him to do much else, eyes dancing over the other man's face as he drinks him in. He wants more of this, but is not prepared to do anything like beg, not when he has a touch more dignity remaining inside of him. Instead, he tilts his head up and lets himself enjoy the kisses, the mouth he has been dreaming of for so long, wanting so desperately.
His hips continue to rock, grinding himself against Aventurine's leg, and maybe this ought to be more embarrassing than the desire to beg or ask for more, but at least he is getting pleasure from this. There is nothing wrong with seeking sexual release, and Ratio can feel himself shivering a little, pushing down on the warm skin to seek out his own orgasm.
There's certainly no way it will be so easy, but he deserves the attempt, if nothing else. The idea of Aventurine's hands touching him, pressing, sinking into him... That's a little more delicious, though. ]
( The impatience is cute, and Aventurine slides a hand down his chest -- fingers tracing every dip and divot in his muscles. Lazy, indulgent, taking the time do something right and make the man beneath him shake from want and desire. Ratio's stoicism is famed the universe over -- and Aventurine is the person who gets to take him apart, inch by inch. He presses a kiss over Ratio's heart, his hand dipping further down than he's used to with only a minor moment of confusion.
His fingers slip through Ratio's folds, though he does not go for his clit. Instead he teases, stroking the skin on either side of it once he's found it. Aeons, the other man is wet for him, and Aventurine bites down mentioning it for the moment to tease about another matter. )
[ It's not enough, not for a man who is more accustomed to touching himself than others - to the point, immediate, touching himself for the purpose of the release of endorphins and not because he is sharing his body with anyone else. The notion of being teased irritates him, and he scowls at Aventurine, above him, gambling with Ratio's body as well as he does in the real world. ]
I do not recall that being a necessity for intercourse.
[ Yes, he's going to keep saying it.
His body shifts, rocking forward, grinding against Aventurine and seeing out his pleasure. ]
( Aventurine can't help but roll his eyes at Ratio being so academic about the whole thing. And he's tempted to give up -- to give into the way that Ratio rolls his hips against his hand, but there's something he needs to do. It's so like the doctor to forget, isn't it? In the face of a host of new pleasure and sensations, the overwhelming urge to bury -
His fingers slide further down, one gently pressing in to Ratio, but after a second or two, he keeps his hand still. )
It isn't. But it's a necessity for me. And for you, if you don't want to die or rid yourself of all affection for me.
[ Ratio isn't prepared for any kind of confession, isn't ready to bare his heart like that - as much as it has been made obvious by his condition, the strange ache he feels and the discomfort of it all keeps him tempered. He is not the kind of man to give his feelings away so easily, so obviously, and the fact that he is being teased like this has him tilting his head back, furrow in his brows. ]
Aventurine.
[ A gentle press that isn't enough, baring down on the finger as he hisses. ]
Truly, this is the matter you intend to be obtuse over?
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(And that scares Aventurine almost as much as the idea of his luck running out. People don't know him. They might be bribed with credits or smiles or promises on a big payoff later, but they don't know him. Ratio knows more than most, more than anyone has since he'd murdered his way to freedom.)
But he doesn't want Aventurine to go, and the shaky breath that he lets go he attempts to hide by kisisng Ratio again. Slower, this time, but no less desperate. He wants to map out every reaction, every sound, and if he's not going to go through with that idiotic surgery then Aventurine has time to do so.
His hands go up to cup Ratio's cheeks, thumbs running over impressive cheekbones as he tries to will himself not to shake apart. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he muses, he needs to regain some sort of upper hand so he can really drive home what a stupid idea ridding himself of love is. )
Do you want me to see if I can guess what is, doctor?
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All of this, however... It feels bitterly genuine, and he wishes to give into it, even as he feels himself getting warm and flustered, his irritation covered by the warmth on his face and the way his hands reach out to grip at the other man, to hold him as close as he can get himself to be. He wants this, yearns for it, even if it will result in pain in the end.
Like academia, truly. ]
You would attempt a gamble, even now? Nil point.
[ But he is leaning up, to press their mouths together more, desirous, rocking his hips forward a little absently, longing. Wanting. ]
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And he would never use this fragile thing between them for the IPC. Aventurine doesn't know the right words to say that, to have it be an indisputable truth like Ratio loves. But he's sure of one thing: it is the truth.
Though it doesn't stop him from huffing a laugh against Ratio's lips, breaking into a smile he knows the other man can feel. )
What can I say? I'm incorrigible. ( Although-- ) You're not really going to score us having sex, are you?
( Aventurine's hands travel down to Ratio's hips, hooking in the belt loops and thanking the Goddess herself that the other man hasn't decided to wear that ridiculous outfit of his. It allows him to keep the man in place as he rolls his own hips forward, cock hard enough for Ratio to feel through the layers. )
Because if so, Doc, you better let me know what you're grading off of.
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He does not, though. Instead, he watches Aventurine with dark eyes, wanting to lift his legs to slide them around his waist, to rock into his body, to see if he can chase the sensation of a dick pressing against him, making him want more and more...
He breathes out instead, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to ignore the way he can picture that smile perfectly. ]
No. I do not have a rubric for the - the completion of sexual intercourse. I doubt many scholars intend to use it for any kind of assessment.
[ If they ever get close enough to being fucked for it to matter, of course.
He can feel it, Aventurine's cock, and he groans softly, low and a little hoarse. ]
I know you enjoy the sound of your own voice, but do you intend to continue?
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Only if you agree to never say "the completion of sexual intercourse" again.
( Aventurine huffs, trailing kisses down from Ratio's jaw to his neck, tugging down his collar just enough so that when he bites and sucks on the pale skin there to leave a mark, Ratio will at least be able to hide it. Aventurine isn't particularly possessive when it comes to leaving traces of himself across the skin of his partners, given what is permanently branded on his neck, but he wants to give the good doctor a reminder of the night that will last slightly longer.
After all, they have their own jobs, their own lives. They'll be apart for days soon enough. Aventurine won't ask Ratio to change that (and he wouldn't know what to do if Ratio asked him to, because why would he?) just for him. )
C'mon, Doc. Let me take you to bed and fuck you.
( See? Much better. )
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[ He has a PhD in medicine, he cannot be faulted for the way he speaks, even if he may be doing it with a touch of deliberation to it - wanting to irritate Aventurine just a little, to try and get him as riled up and filled with emotion as Ratio himself is. The fact that he can feel Aventurine's cock is not enough: he wants to see the other man break apart, want to see his desperation, to taste it on his mouth.
It has been months of longing. Has he not earned the right to permit himself something like this? To tease and press, to nudge, to see Aventurine's face twisted in irritation and pleasure?
Tilting his head to the side, he sighs softly, the pleasure obvious before he's reaching out and pushing the other man away. Stepping towards the bed, he begins to remove his clothing, tugging the layers off without pause. ]
Rid yourself of your clothing. Swiftly, if you please.
[ Yes, he wants to be fucked. No, he is not going to be polite about it. ]
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He wants, more than anything, to see Ratio lose himself in Aventurine. To know that no matter what might come, he had this moment. To watch the other man finally show him what goes on in that head of his, to watch him blush and squirm.
And he can't do that very well dressed now, can he?
There's a deliberateness to the way he strips, setting jacket and then shirt aside with care -- they're expensive, and Aventurine isn't going to waste good tailoring on anything. Boots, shocks, and slacks follow quickly after. )
Mm, happy now?
( He teases, though he knows he's not fully naked yet. He's spent too long not touching Ratio, and turns to reach for him again. )
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Instead, he settles down on the bed, naked and bare, flushed and wet, and tries to make himself comfortable without turning into some pornographic image from a fetish magazine - or worse. ]
Veritably.
[ Tilting his head, he shuffles back a little, pausing before he opens his arms out and allows Aventurine to be drawn close, tugging him down so that he might straddle his lap, almost petulant with the way he looks at him. ]
Not it is not yet full points.
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Let me have the moment, Doc. It's not every day I get to touch someone I love, you know.
( He grins, wild and a little lopsided -- perhaps one of the most honest and true smiles he's ever leveled at the other man. But he can't help himself; for once he feels... warm. Full of life. It'll fade, Aventurine's sure, but for now?
For now he's going to relish it. And that means kissing Ratio again until they have to break for breath, pushing his leg up against his cunt in a promise. )
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When Aventurine stares at him, however...
It feels more worshipful, more intense, more loving, and that may be because it is. He lets the words drop so easily, as if confessions of romance and affection are simple to admit to, and Ratio can feel himself swallow, can feel himself lean back with a soft, pleased sigh, eyes closing. ]
I'll permit it, for now, on this singular occasion.
[ Especially when he can do this, shifting to rock his cunt against the curve of Aventurine's leg, rubbing himself and seeking out his pleasure, eyes closing. ]
Do not stop.
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( He presses up with his leg again, matching Ratio's thrusts down with raising it up to rub against his cunt. Idly, he wonders if the other man could come from just this alone -- something to test. If not now, then... later. If his luck holds.
For now he ducks down again, kissing Ratio once more before working his way down his neck, nipping and biting as he does so. If Ratio does, for some reason, want to rip out his affection after all this, he's going to leave enough marks that he won't be able to just forget it.
Which-- )
Hey, Ratio?
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His hips continue to rock, grinding himself against Aventurine's leg, and maybe this ought to be more embarrassing than the desire to beg or ask for more, but at least he is getting pleasure from this. There is nothing wrong with seeking sexual release, and Ratio can feel himself shivering a little, pushing down on the warm skin to seek out his own orgasm.
There's certainly no way it will be so easy, but he deserves the attempt, if nothing else. The idea of Aventurine's hands touching him, pressing, sinking into him... That's a little more delicious, though. ]
Hn... What now?
[ Can't they just have sex already? ]
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His fingers slip through Ratio's folds, though he does not go for his clit. Instead he teases, stroking the skin on either side of it once he's found it. Aeons, the other man is wet for him, and Aventurine bites down mentioning it for the moment to tease about another matter. )
I just realized. You haven't confessed, have you?
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I do not recall that being a necessity for intercourse.
[ Yes, he's going to keep saying it.
His body shifts, rocking forward, grinding against Aventurine and seeing out his pleasure. ]
Come on, gambler. Touch me.
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His fingers slide further down, one gently pressing in to Ratio, but after a second or two, he keeps his hand still. )
It isn't. But it's a necessity for me. And for you, if you don't want to die or rid yourself of all affection for me.
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Aventurine.
[ A gentle press that isn't enough, baring down on the finger as he hisses. ]
Truly, this is the matter you intend to be obtuse over?