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Aventurine’s teeth itched to bite down on the bare skin of Ratio’s shoulder, resisting only because he knew the other man would throw a fit. Ratio threads his hands into Aventurine’s hair, tugging lightly on the strands in impatience. Aventurine can’t help but let out a breath of pleasure, dragging his palms over the expanse of Ratio’s body, relishing in the warm and supple skin.
The steady rise and fall of his chest, the uninterrupted slope of his neck as his head tipped back on the pillows, the curve of his waist beneath Aventurine’s hands. The light flush high on his cheeks and eyes slightly hazy from wine made darker from arousal. All of it made Aventurine want.
Ratio’s strong thighs clamp harder around Aventurine’s hips as he brushes his fingers over the uncovered skin of his pecs.
“Cold,” Ratio murmurs, his eyebrows furrowed in complaint, flinching away from Aventurine’s fingers.
Aventurine chuckles, slipping his fingers under the material of Ratio’s vest, ignoring his squirming. “Sorry, sorry,” He said, unapologetic as he kneaded Ratio’s chest.
The sight of Ratio underneath him, still dressed in his vest and trousers but divested of his toga made Aventurine marvel at his luck. Lesser men would kill to have Veritas Ratio beneath them, pliant and ready to receive whatever was given to him. The streak of possessiveness and smug satisfaction that washes over him makes him nearly dizzy.
Lowering his head, Aventurine licks a stripe from the junction of his shoulder and neck up to his ear, causing the other man to curl his fingers tighter in his hair as a shudder shakes through him. The slight bite of pain makes Aventurine groan against Ratio’s skin.
“That’s disgusting,” Ratio bites out, and Aventurine could just picture the disgruntled curl of his lip without even looking.
“You like it though,” Aventurine smiles into Ratio’s neck.
Ratio stays silent, refusing to admit it out loud. The way he tipped his head back was telling enough. Aventurine doesn’t push, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the column of Ratio’s neck, sucking lightly at the delicate skin behind his ear.
Ratio sighs, loosening his grip on Aventurine’s hair, smoothing his hair down in a silent apology. Typical Ratio, kind enough for the both of them no matter how caustic and distant he made himself out to be. Almost too kind for the type of relationship the two of them had with each other.
His unoccupied hand slides under the belt over Ratio’s torso, tugging and letting it snap back with a thwack. Ratio flinches, retaliating by digging his fingers deeper into the meat of Aventurine’s arms.
“Ouch,” Aventurine snickers, rubbing his thumb across the other man’s warm skin.
“Would you care to hurry up?” Ratio tugs at Aventurine’s undershirt impatiently.
Aventurine laughs, inappropriately fond, his eyes curving into crescents as he sits back on his heels, unbuttoning his shirt unhurriedly under Ratio’s peeved glare. With his entire face flushed, Ratio’s irritation is strangely… adorable, for lack of a better description. Even more so when compared to Ratio’s usual unabashedly confident and disaffected countenance.
“Like what you see?” Aventurine asks with an impish grin, noting how Ratio’s eyes intently studied his chest, arms, and stomach as he shrugs off his shirt. Though his physique isn’t as impressive as Ratio’s, the slender and lean lines of his body are still reportedly quite pleasant to look at.
Ratio slides his eyes up to meet Aventurine’s, scoffing as he does, “You wish.”
He raises himself onto his elbows, wrapping a hand behind Aventurine’s neck to pull him down. Aventurine lets himself fall onto the other man with an ‘oomph,’ cushioned by the plushness of his chest. Aventurine waits, curious to see what Ratio will do next. Ratio’s fingers run down the back of his neck, softly at first, then more firmly, pressing along the path of his spine and sweeping along the raised edge of his shoulder blade. His touch is smooth in the calculated strokes across the expanse of his back and shoulders. Aventurine shivers under that methodical touch, the measured press of his touch offset by the desire he can see in Ratio’s half-lidded eyes.
What a contradictory man, Aventurine thinks with exasperation as he mouthed at Ratio’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. With one last kiss pressed to Ratio’s cheek, which Ratio shies away from, Aventurine slides his attention to his trousers, removing the strap around his thigh before hooking his fingers on his pants and underwear. Ratio’s leg jerks when Aventurine deliberately drags the material down along his dick, accompanied by the click of his tongue.
Aventurine’s lips curl as he slides his pants down and off the length of Ratio’s legs in one swift motion before focusing on the buttons of the other man’s vest. The gold ornament and thin chain had already been removed earlier by Ratio, so it only takes a few deft turns of Aventurine’s fingers to push the material off his shoulders.
Taking a moment to admire the sight of Ratio, Aventurine sighs a breathy noise of awe. Truly unfair, he thinks, that a scholar has this sort of physique. Obscenely so. At least this sight is all his, Aventurine thinks smugly.
“I can practically see the idiotic thoughts rolling through your head,” Ratio rolls his eyes. “Get a move on, gambler, I don’t have all night.”
“So impatient, Doctor,” Aventurine shakes his head with a mournful sigh. “Didn’t you ever learn that patience is a virtue?”
“You of all people should know that patience only becomes a hindrance when it prevents you from what you desire.”
Stretched out across the bed, Ratio makes a sinful picture with the lines of sinuous muscle rippling when he moves and the slow smirk spreading on his face. Aventurine’s hands twitch, caught in the glow of Ratio’s eyes under the warm hotel lighting.
And how do you desire me? Aventurine doesn’t dare to ask, wary of the answer.
He laughs at Ratio’s words. Reaching over to the bedside table, Aventurine retrieves the bottle of lube before turning back and nearly swallowing his tongue.
“Doctor,” Aventurine manages to utter, “You really…”
Ratio’s eyes slant in amusement, spreading his legs wider, “Oh? Have I managed to render you speechless for once?”
Aventurine breathes in deep. Whether to suck in his soul or quell the heavy desire that threatened to consume him remains to be seen. “Doctor, don’t act so shamelessly all of a sudden! It’s quite bad for my well-being.” He shuffles closer to Ratio, stroking the skin of his thigh, marveling at the flex of muscle.
“Mmm,” Ratio pointedly raises an eyebrow at Aventurine. “And will I need an even more drastic method of persuasion for you to pick up the pace?”
“Tempting…maybe next time, Doctor,” Aventurine replies cheerfully, uncapping the bottle and tipping its contents onto his fingers.
He brushes a digit over Ratio’s hole, circling the rim once, twice, pushing in before Ratio can complain. The other man sighs, sinking back onto the pillows, his legs falling wider apart.
“Huh, did you prepare yourself before you came to see me, Ratio?” It’s an easy thing to slide his finger deeper, pushing out another sigh, slightly higher in pitch before it regretfully cuts off. Futile, if you ask Aventurine, and a rare sign of embarrassment from a man like Ratio.
“Hahh, cease your…delusional thinking,” Ratio bites out, but the near sulky quality of his voice betrays him, to Aventurine’s delight. He clenches down on his finger. “More,” Ratio’s glare dissuades Aventurine from making further remarks.
“Anything for you, darling,” Aventurine complies, adding a second finger, then bullying in a third in short succession. He hitches up one of Ratio’s legs onto his shoulder, digging his fingers into the meat of his thigh.
“Ugh—don’t call me—that ridiculous nickname.” How Ratio could look that peeved when he had multiple fingers in his ass, Aventurine would never know. And what a liar, Aventurine thinks, amused, because what further evidence was needed to show that his doctor actually liked those ‘ridiculous nicknames’ other than the fact that he barely protested most of the time whenever Aventurine called out to him using them?
“Then what should I call you?” Aventurine puts on an innocent expression, playing along. His fingers brushes against the other man’s prostate, punching out a loud moan. “Doctor? Ratio?”
Aventurine leans down, Ratio’s leg caught between them. The new angle makes it slightly harder for Aventurine to thrust his fingers as deep, but it’s worth it when he can feel Ratio's breathing quickening. The tip of their noses brush, Ratio’s breath fanning over Aventurine’s mouth. Aventurine resists the urge to press his mouth over Ratio’s, to lick into his mouth and taste the wine that lingered on his tongue.
“Or maybe,” He murmurs, staring into Ratio’s eyes, the color of the most magnificent dawns, as deep and heady as the expensive wine Aventurine had brought for them to enjoy. “Veritas?”
Ratio’s eyes widen, his pupils nearly eclipsing the thin ring of his irises. He jerks, his fingers twisting the sheets.
Aventurine had merely been jesting. He can’t help but stop moving his fingers, mouth slightly gaping as he exhaled, “Oh.” Aventurine wishes the warmth that rushed to his face could be attributed just to lust.
“Close your mouth. That expression of yours is quite irritating,” Ratio turns his head to the side, which does nothing to hide the deep red across his cheeks and ears. The laurel hairpin in his hair glints under the light, half buried under strands of hair. His eyes darted towards Aventurine’s, near bashful for a moment.
And then those eyes suddenly narrow, some of his usual clarity returning as he raises a hand to brush over Aventurine’s cheek, “You…”
“...My apologies, Doctor,” Aventurine catches himself, pushing himself away. Ratio’s hand fell back to his side, but his faintly puzzled expression remained. “Ahaha, your cute reaction was just so uncharacteristic!” And that reaction is something that Aventurine tucks away for another time.
With one last slide of his fingers against Ratio’s walls, just to see him bite back a muffled curse, he pulls out, wiping his fingers on the sheets. The process of removing his pants is fast, and he settles back between Ratio’s legs, ignoring the thoughtful look on Ratio’s face.
He runs a finger down the other man’s stomach, his abs twitching under his touch, “Aren’t you going to turn around?”
A pause, then Ratio shakes his head, “...Let’s do something different today.”
Huh, alright, Aventurine thinks to himself. He curls his lips, leaning down to frame Ratio’s head with his arms, “Like this, then?”
Ratio looks unimpressed but also reluctantly amused, throwing a leg over Aventurine’s waist, “Yes, like this.”
Aventurine snickers, lining up his dick with Ratio’s hole after slicking himself up with more lube. Sliding in is easy, the glide made smooth and slick.
Moaning, Aventurine resists the urge to close his eyes in pleasure at the tight heat enveloping him to peer intently down at Ratio’s face. And what a sight he is, ruffled hair spread out on the creamy pillows like ink, mouth rounded in a small ‘o’ as Aventurine slides in, slow and steady, eyebrows pinched as he bottoms out. One of his hands twist in the sheets by his side, the other gripped around Aventurine’s back.
“Good?” Aventurine brushes a few errant locks out of Ratio’s eyes, cupping his cheek as he waits for the other man to adjust.
Ratio hums, the focused furrow between his eyebrows easing as he relaxes, pressing his cheek lightly into Aventurine’s palm, “Continue.” That addicting warmth in his hand makes it hard for Aventurine to focus on the other man’s words. His teeth itch.
Aventurine bites the inside of his cheek, his hand trembling only a little as he pulls it away. “Okay.”
He pulls back to the tip, before pushing back in, deep and quick. And again, and again. Ratio moans, wrapping his legs tighter around Aventurine’s waist.
Aventurine changes the angle of his thrusts, once, twice, until—“Mngh!” Ratio gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back as he locates his prostate.
“You—ah,” Aventurine pants, hands gripping tight onto Ratio’s twitching waist. “You feel so good.”
“Ugh—Shut it—!” Ratio’s breath hitches, his eyes glazing over with the merciless abuse of his prostate.
“And I must not be doing a good enough job if you’re still able to snark,” Aventurine reaches a hand up, scraping the edge of his fingernail against one of Ratio’s nipples.
A strangled groan escapes Ratio’s lips, petering out in a gasp as Aventurine rubs against his prostate as he leans down, unable to resist himself after all. His smaller frame makes it easy for him to bend down to take Ratio’s other nipple into his mouth, winding an arm around a strong thigh to rest it on his shoulder.
Ratio’s moans pitch even higher at the new angle, his short nails scratching Aventurine’s back, gripping onto his shoulders nearly too tight. Aventurine feels a vicious satisfaction in the knowledge that he was able to cause his doctor to forget his strength; feels it lick giddy against his greedy heart and make it pound even harder.
He releases Ratio’s nipple with an obscene pop, and Aventurine hears the other man’s breath stutter. Peering up through his eyelashes, Aventurine nearly forgets to breathe as he lays his eyes on Ratio’s face. His face is a mess; the flush of his skin nearly blends in with his eyeliner that’s smeared from involuntary tears of pleasure. His bangs stick to his forehead, curling around his ears and neck. Ratio’s tongue peeks out to wet his lips when he catches Aventurine staring, a red so deep Aventurine suddenly wants so badly to catch the muscle between his fingers, pushing his fingers inside that wet cavern until he chokes.
Instead he bites his lip, smoothing his palm around Ratio’s waist as he continues thrusting into Ratio’s tight heat. If Ratio minds the tight grip of Aventurine’s hands, he doesn’t say anything about it. Aventurine loses himself in the motions, eyes trained on Ratio’s face as he chases the mounting pressure building in his gut. Likewise, Ratio, through the mess of his bangs, looks back at Aventurine, and there’s something in those eyes that makes Aventurine’s chest hurt, something he knows is mirrored in his own. Frustrated, Aventurine brushes away Ratio’s hair, hand bracing against his head.
“Av—Aventurine,” A frown flickers across Ratio’s face, and before Aventurine can reply or stop, he brings a hand to cup Aventurine’s chin, rubbing a thumb against the curve of his lip. “Don’t—Ah—Don’t bite.”
And oh, that tender tone will be the death of Aventurine.
With a low groan building in his throat, he holds onto Ratio’s thigh harder, his fingers indenting the skin as he buries his face into Ratio’s shoulder. Aventurine’s orgasm takes him by surprise, rising so suddenly and quickly that his vision blanks out for a moment. By the time he comes back to himself, he can feel the stickiness of Ratio’s spend coating the skin between them, the aftershocks of Ratio’s own orgasm evident in the way his hole clenches sporadically on his dick.
A pity he didn’t get to see Ratio’s face, Aventurine muses to himself as he catches his breath. He lets down Ratio’s leg, sliding himself out of Ratio’s twitching hole to wrap his arms around Ratio’s torso as the man beneath him comes down from his high.
“...Aventurine,” Ratio says at last, and Aventurine mourns the end of the moment. “There better be a bathtub in the bathroom.”
Aventurine nuzzles his face into Ratio’s chest as he speaks to his pecs, “Of course there is. Do you think I’m a heathen?”
“With how you were biting at my chest?” Ratio smoothes a hand over Aventurine’s forehead as he speaks, pushing his face up so that Aventurine’s pout is met with Ratio’s unimpressed expression. Ratio rolls his eyes as Aventurine sticks his lip out even more. “Off,” He says mercilessly, rolling Aventurine onto his side.
Ratio slides to the edge of the bed, wincing a little as he stands on shaky legs. And so starts the expected end of this routine.
“Need help?” Aventurine asks, rolling onto his stomach.
Ratio shakes his head, stepping towards the bathroom. Aventurine clenches the bedsheets in a fist, fiddling with a stray thread.
“Ratio,” Aventurine blurts out without his brain’s express permission.
The other man stops at the frame of the bathroom door, looking over his shoulder. Aventurine can feel his ears heating. Ratio is bare, seed sliding down his leg, makeup smeared and bite marks littered across his chest. And he’s gorgeous and beautiful and everything Aventurine wants.
“This time,” Aventurine forces out over the pulse of his heart thudding in his ears. “This time, won’t you stay?”