( 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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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?