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 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?