( 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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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?