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Aventurine knew something was not quite right when he got home. Shoes lined up nicely, an extra but welcomed pair, on the rack designated for them. He used a sleek black shoe horn to remove his designer dress shoes, placing them on their typical spot on the rack. Nothing out of the ordinary in the entrance, he continued into his abode, shrugging out of his bold couture cape, that he paid a pretty credit for this one of a kind designer look.
The base was a perfectly tailored black suit pant that was paired with a silk ombre white to black dress shirt. Cinching his small waist was a white fitted corset. The whole outfit was completed by the suit cape he was currently folding over his arm, preparing to leave it hanging unceremoniously over a chair back for another time. It was a beautifully crafted white brocade cape with a golden silk lining. The entire back had been hand embroidered with golden threads and aventurine gems in his signature peacock motif. Intricate feathers flowed down his shoulders and back, an elegant statement for the event he had attended.
Aventurine was used to turning heads, he was a rare gemstone after all, it was part of his persona now. The event was not important, a casual end of the fiscal year party where every P40 and above attended along with the IPC’s most important business associates. Aventurine, like the others there, used it as an opportunity to make more connections with current and new business partners. Even if the party was for celebrating another great year at the Interastral Peace Corporation, capitalism never rests. This year, Aventurine was not seeking others out, in fact he let himself be the one to be sought and smoodged over. With the recent success of the downfall of Iron Tomb and the hard work that the Strategic Investment Department had spearheaded with Aventurine being a key figure in it. He was quite the Stoneheart to curry favor with this time around.
Nonetheless, the party was a bore. Aventurine did his duty of showing up fashionably late in a designer fit that turned heads in all the right ways. He stayed for an acceptable amount of time, doing his due diligence of making a few gambles about how the night would proceed, winning them all of course. Got a good few laughs over the Marketing and Talent Motivation Departments. Though the company was lacking and the horderves pitiful, at least he had something to come home to tonight.
The apartment was clean, he noted. The cat cakes were going to bed in their room after a brief sleepy welcome home and goodnight. They stayed up just to get a good night kiss and pet from him. It was later in the evening, unsurprising they were off to bed, but they held erratic sleep schedules when they hyperfocused on whatever caught their fleeting yet intense attention. Nothing intense this time around, or maybe they knew it was time to seclude themselves and let the adults enjoy the night. Smart creatures they were, Aventurine loved them.
Discarding his cape on a plush reading chair in his living room, he took in the state of the open space of his apartment. The dishes were put away and the kitchen counters pristine. The blankets were crisp, clean, and folded like they were fresh from the laundry. The hardwood was polished and the rug was recently vacuumed. All things considered, there was nothing out of place or wrong.
Everything was just too in place, too deliberate and organized. He had a housekeeper who did an amazing job keeping the place in order especially the long stretches he was out on business for extended periods of time. Aventurine strived to have a very pristine abode, one that could be featured in home decor magazines, another standard he upheld to his current lifestyle.
Yet, it still felt lived in with catcake toys misplaced on the hardwood floors. Some sort of bottled drink left on a counter forgotten in either a moment of work or pleasure. A dogeared book on the glass coffee table next to a well loved crystal decanter used to help unwind on troublesome days. His housekeeper was not here today, he had given them the week off for the IPC enforced holidays of the end of the year. This level of clean was from an external force and Aventurine knew exactly what, or who, had interrupted the system of his abode.
There were a few possibilities of where this outlining factor could be: the study, the master bathroom, or the master bedroom. Aventurine summoned a six sided die, leaving the choice of where to first inspect to chance. The die rolled on the glass side table, landing with the number one face side up. Chance said the study was where to go, and who was Aventurine to disagree. Luck had yet to lead him astray.
He nonchalantly made his way up the open stairs to the second floor of his apartment. Taking his time to enjoy the view from his second floor loft past the vaulted living room below to the floor to ceiling windows out into the city of Pier Point. The windows were tinted with a unique alloy so no one could look inside the apartment but Aventurine could always enjoy the view out and keep his privacy. It was a beautiful night for those who enjoyed city-scapes. Aventurine had grown used to the view, the constant hustle and bustle of a capitalistic city that never slept. Nothing could beat a clear desert night, where the sky was lit in a thousand lights and colors painted across the canvas of sky, this was still an acceptable view.
The door to the study was closed, light seeping from under the door indicated that it was currently occupied. Luck was still leading him to where he desired, chance always on his side. He opened the door with controlled poise, not to startle the occupant inside but to make his presence known as well. The modern floor lamp in the corner was on, flooding the contemporary space with light. On the desk papers were stacked in tight organized piles, bright red marks in neat deliberate stokes stood out against them. Lost in his own bubble of intense thought, the external factor had his handsome brow pinched in concentration over the paper he was grading.
Aventurine leaned against the door-frame, just watching the man for a moment. He was wearing a loose knitted cream sweater and deep blue lounge pants. His clothing reflected a desire to be comfortable, but his stiff controlled posture was anything but. His dark bangs fell across his face as he scowled at something vexing he was grading, marking the lines with angry red and continued his work. The man had yet to notice Aventurine’s presence, if he did he had yet to acknowledge he did.
After having indulged in watching for now, Aventurine sauntered behind the man with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Ratio~” Aventurine murmured against the shell of his ear as his hands ran down the man's chest to grope at his lush pectorals hidden beneath the sweater.
A surprised puff of air escaped Ratio’s lips as he was drawn out of his focus, body tensing just a moment before relaxing back into the office chair he sat upon. He was still stiff, movements controlled as he set aside his pen. “I had wondered where my headache went.”
“Miss me?” Aventurine teased.
“As if,” Ratio scoffed, the light dusting of pink on his cheeks betraying him. “I was quite preoccupied and you are getting in the way.”
“Hmmm,” Aventurine raised a questioning brow at Ratio. “This is something that requires your attention late at night on the cusp of the new year?”
“Yes,” Ratio replied exasperated. Motioning at the papers in front of him like that is a clear definitive answer. Ratio is aware that Aventurine knows his University class schedule and that the school is currently on break and the papers that are being graded are not required for last semester's grades. There is still plenty of time to grade them, now is just an excuse and a poor one at that.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Aventurine tutted at him, there was clearly something going on. The extra clean house, the taunt body, and unnecessary busy work. Ratio was lost in his head and needed to get out. Aventurine could say he was well versed in Ratio’s tells to know this much, a lousy partner he would be if he could not tell this. Ratio would tell him when he was ready, or he would not, what mattered was getting him out of his own head. Aventurine grinned, he knew exactly how to get him out of his head. The best, most fulfilling distraction, sex.
“I think that you missed me,” Aventurine stated.
“You thinking? How novel,” Ratio tilted his head back to look at him with mild disbelief.
“Now, now my dear Ratio. I am thinking just enough as you clearly are thinking too much,” Aventurine dragged his hands from lightly massaging Ratio’s pectorals to his shoulders and sharply spun the chair around so they were now face to face. Aventurine brought his lips dangerously close to Ratio’s.
Ratio’s eyes widened at the sudden change, “What do you think-”
“Color my dear.” Aventurine cut him off with clear precise words. This was not new to them or their dynamic. They found out early on Aventurine lacked control in his life and Ratio had too much control that his thoughts went into overdrive. Aventurine was a variable so unique and unpredictable that he quelled the excessive nose in his head. Ratio handing over the trust and care to Aventurine was a high unlike any Aventurine had ever experienced. To command one of the universe's most brilliant minds and to have the sole attention and affection was addicting. Paired with the knowledge that it was mutually beneficial mentally as well as physically, luck had never led him astray.
Ratio blinked owlishly, it was quite cute for a man of his stature, however as the seconds ticked by without an answer Aventurine was not going to let Ratio drown in his thoughts much more.
“Veritas, let's end this night's charade. Color?” Aventurine whispered against Ratio’s lips.
“Green,” Ratio confessed.
Aventurine rewarded Ratio for answering by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. His hands carded into Ratio’s dark strands, gripping them and tilting his head back to deepen and dominate the kiss. Aventurine nipped at Ratio's lip hard, prompting Ratio to open his mouth as he gasped. Aventurine took the opportunity to lick into his mouth with the hunger of a starved man. Ratio’s eyes closed with a low groan in the back of his throat, hands finding Aventurine’s corset and holding on for support.
Aventurine broke the kiss off, still gripping tightly on Ratio's hair. Ratio's sunset eyes were unfocused as gazed up at Aventurine, slightly confused as why they had stopped kissing.
"I desire to ravage you elsewhere," Aventurine lightly laughed at his dazed look, gently taking Ratio's hand off his waist and pulling him up and out of the office chair.
The walk to the master bedroom was not far, just down the hallway, yet it was too long for Aventurine. He couldn't help how adorable Ratio was. He pushed him up against the wall, slotting himself between Ratio's muscular thick thighs and captured his lips in a carnal kiss. It did not matter that Ratio was taller and larger than him, it actually added to how desirable the situation was. To be the one to have Ratio backed against a wall leaning down to him, chasing his lips and hands for pleasure, divine. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as his cock swelled with desire.
By the time the pair had made it inside the master bedroom, Ratio was devoid of his sweater and pants, leaving him in tented dark boxers. Aventurine on the other hand was still in most of his evening wear, without a single article of clothing being lost in their short tryst to the bedroom.
"Undress me," Aventurine said when they got to the edge of the bed. Ratio started to reach with his hands before Aventurine caught them with his own, directing them to be placed behind his back. " Without your hands, I know your mouth is good for other things besides yapping to the entire universe."
Ratio's brow pinched at the comment, clearly disagreeing with it. He raised his hand again motioning toward the corset, "And how do you expect me to take that off without my hands?"
"You have a brain, I know you do, it's one of the most desirable things about you, yet it seems to not be functional at the moment. I'm sure you can figure out a solution to this problem." Aventurine sighed, almost disappointed in Ratio’s behavior, the glimmer of glee in his eyes betrayed himself. He took a step back to a dresser and opened up one of the drawers, pulling out several items. Most were thrown on the bed but one stayed in his hands as he sauntered back over to Ratio.
Manhandling Ratio to turn around, Aventurine drew Ratio’s arms behind his back and took out a thick custom worn leather cuff and locked them around his wrists. They were strong enough to not break with quite a bit of force, yet soft and comfortable to not chaff or leave lingering marks.
"Now let us try again, my dear," Aventurine commanded, "undress me."
Ratio gave the cuffs a few experimental tugs, his arms were truly tied behind his back, it wasn't uncomfortable but it was just enough that he had to relax his shoulders and push out his chest in order to not strain himself. He walked behind Aventurine and sank to his knees down on the plush rug. He took the back laces of the corset into his mouth and started to untie and ease the tension of the lace.
Aventurine could tell Ratio was focusing his attention on the task given to him as his corset slowly loosened. When the laced back was no longer taunt Ratio shuffled to his front and with considerable effort was able to unhook the corset. Aventurine ran a loving hand through Ratio's fluffy hair in application. That task was a difficult one and he did a good job, it was deserving of a reward but not yet, the full order had yet to be fulfilled.
With the corset gone the removal of Aventurine’s shirt was much easier to guide off. All that remained was his pants. Ratio looked up at Aventurine as he nosed his bulge, licking a long wet stripe up and over it to the waist band of the pants. With skilled lips and teeth, Ratio unbuttoned the band, never once looking away from Aventurine as his intense heated gaze bore into Ratio. He took the zipper in between his teeth and unzipped the pants, finally freeing Aventurine’s cock from the tight confines of the dress pants. He was still wearing briefs, but their restriction was nothing like the dress pants that pooled around his ankles now, allowing him to step out of them.
Ratio focused on the final piece of clothing remaining on Aventurine, his briefs. He mouthed over the clothed cock, knowing its heavy weight was being held up by the fabric. Dull teeth scraped over Aventurine's sensitive skin of his lower abdomen as Ratio open mouthed kissed and licked along the band of the undergarment.
After a few moments of just feeling the muscles shift and move with his mouth, Ratio finally hooked his teeth on the band and fully stripped down Aventurine. He hissed as the cool night air hit his sensitive member as it was freed from its clothed confinement.
Ratio was every bit of poised sin as he liked to portray himself. Good kneeling posture complemented by a flush that creeped down his muscular build. Arms constricted behind him forcing his plump chest to be on display. Aventurine's heavy cock caressing his dusty pink cheek. His lips were slightly wet from saliva that had accumulated there in his pursuit to undress Aventurine, not as debauched as Aventurine would like him to look.
Aventurine could tell by looks, this was the right direction but not even enough of what Ratio needed.
"Keep putting that pretty mouth to good use," Aventurine purred as he looked down at Ratio.
Ratio ever the smart one, huffed out an amused puff of air before complying. For how annoyed he behaved about the act of fellatio, Ratio loved it. He offhandedly commented the first time they did the act that Aventurine's cock was pleasant and uniquely shaped in a way that made taking him in any hole pleasurable. Coming from Ratio, it was basically full marks.
Aventurine knew his dick was not outlandish by any means, interastral porn had shown the wide range of humanoid genitalia, his was standard enough in general. For one his stature he was well endowed, Aventurine had no frame of reference to know if he was an outlier or average to Avgins. The few records that he could find, in the depths of places he would rather never go again, only emphasized their shape and color comparisons.
What varied from other humanoid species was the smooth glands of the head transitioned to a heavy and girthy shaft that tapered thinner near the root. The girth of his shaft at the root was not pitiful in the slightest but nothing compared to the top heavy portion near his head. His cocks color was an eye catching fuchsia at the glands before fading back into more flesh colored skin at the root. Normal for Aventurine, and the Avgin, but exotic and alien to others.
Ratio subtly shifted his weight as he kneeled, trying to find a more optimal position to service him. Aventurine frowned at that. As much as he loves seeing Ratio on his knees for him, he was not in the mood to push that more. He wanted to drive Ratio out of his head, taking away all thought but him and his cock.
"Lets continue on the bed," Aventurine lightly commanded, helping Ratio up off the ground and directing him on the large bed.
Ratio lay on his back, head hanging slightly off the edge with his mouth partially open. Aventurine's bed was the perfect height to line his cock up with Ratio's mouth and do what he pleased; he had it designed that way for this exact reason.
Aventurine pushed the head of his cock into Ratio’s warm wet heat, his tongue mindlessly teasing the gland as he adjusted to the girth. He slowly started to sink in more before withdrawing, repeating the process to get Ratio used to the intrusion in his throat. Ratio lectured Aventurine in after care one session when he did not give Ratio adequate time to adjust to his size before ravishing his throat, since then Aventurine gives him an adjustment period to reduce harm. This courtesy is only extended to his throat, Ratio thus far has not communicated a need with his ass to be treated the same.
Aventurine groaned low and long when he was mostly sheaved, Ratios muscles squeezing him deliciously as he swallowed around the girth. A few more languid test thrusts to make sure Ratio was prepared to not cause harm, Ratio whined around him as if to agree he could handle more.
Aventurine laughed with devilish glee as he picked up the pace dramatically. Fully seating himself into the deliciously tight heat. He leaned forward to mercilessly grope at Ratio's chest. Alternating kneading the muscles with strong wide grips to light teasing pressure.
He pulled fully out head resting heavily on Ratio’s lips, a brief respite for him to catch his breath, for just a moment before continuing using his throat like one would a cock sleeve toy.
Ratio squirmed every time Aventurine buried himself fully into him, his legs squeezing together, hips rutting up as to get any relief from his own ignored cock. Noises bubbled out around Aventurine’s girth with the saliva pooling in his mouth and down his face. Aventurine's groin was getting wet and sticky from it, causing slick slapping to echo in the room.
Aventurine could feel the heat pooling deep in his gut, cock swelling more with every slight micro movement of his throat. Ratio was just so divine. He thrust erratically, fully seating himself deep down his throat as he let his high go, Ratio wrapped his lips around the root of it. Ratio attempted to swallow the thick visceral seed around the hot girth down his throat. The motions around his cock, Aventurine ended up folding over Ratio breathing hard as he rode out his orgasm. He drew back his sensitive member from Ratio’s fucked out throat with a high pitched whine.
His cock was fully bright magenta now, hanging thick and low between his shaking legs. It would take a few orgasms for him to naturally soften, Avgin have little to no refractory period compared to other humanoid species. Ratio lay there opening and closing his mouth around nothing, adjusting to the loss of something filling it up. His chest heaving heavily from the lack of air at the end and the pure bliss of getting used as a toy. His sunset eyes, normally sharp with intelligence, were glazed over in pleasure.
Aventurine nudged Ratio back, so his neck and head were fully supported by the bed. He leaned over and delicately massaged the outside of his neck, whispering praise into the air. “You were such a good toy for me, took my cock so well, so pretty for me.”
After a few moments of letting Ratio rest, Aventurine dragged his hand down Ratio's well maintained chest and abdominals to tease the thickening trail of hair leading to his neglected and weeping cock. The poor thing was still trapped behind his boxers, a damp wet patch had spread along the tented fabric. Aventurine was benevolent and kind to his lover, he aggressively pulled off Ratio’s undergarment, flinging the article to be forgotten on the floor.
Aventurine climbed onto the bed kneeling next to Ratio. Giving him a wicked smile full of adoration, he turned and spread his legs, straddling the Ratio’s chest facing his neglected cock. Angry deep red at the head, his glans flared out wide over a typical, and slightly bent, shaft with thick pulsing veins running along it to the lush dark patch of pubic hair. Ratio was proportional for just above average of his species of humanoids, decently long and thick. It would provide a delicious stretch and fill up any hole for a very good time. Tragic that it would not be allowed or able to do that anytime soon. A denial highly sought after. Kneeling over him, Aventurine found one of the discarded items on the bed near them. He unclicked the pop top of the water based lubricant and poured a generous amount directly onto Ratio’s untouched cock.
A startled whine ripped out from Ratio’s abused mouth as his disregarded cock bounced and jumped as the cool liquid dripped down it with no warning.
The tips of Aventurine’s fingers ghosted down the length, following the trails the lube had made. The light tough disappeared to be replaced with a tight grip at the base of his cock. With voracious purpose Aventurine moved his hand along the shaft, stopping short of the head before reversing the movement. Ratio shifted below him, not trying to escape his position, attempting to deliberately chase after his own pleasure. Aventurine’s other hand lightly palmed the flared head, curling to dust below the glands, continuing the brutal pace set with his other hand.
Ratio’s abdomen contracted and flexed in rhythm with the strokes. Outstretched legs, bending to open wider, desire flooding his body. Breathy needy moans accompanied the slick sounds of his cock. Aventurine could tell he was close, and had been on edge since the start of their rendezvous, as he took in the tell tale signs of impending orgasm: shortness of breaths, twitching thighs, and swelling cock veins.
Aventurine removed both hands from Ratio just before he could crest the peak of pleasure. Ratio whined, pitching higher than Aventurine normally could draw out from him. Ratio weakly thrust his hips up, seeking the high he was denied. Aventurine hummed in delight as he counted seconds for Ratio to wind down just enough, before pumping him with a few tight strokes.
Ratio shuttered below him, huffing out displeasure as Aventurine withdrew again right before he could release. Aventurine just laughed with myrrh, riling up Ratio was one of his favorite activities. He leaned down, blowing a few puffs of cool air on the sensitive heated head, watching with rapt attention as it bounced in place.
When Ratio was not on the precipice of release, Aventurine struck. Teasing light touches along the throbbing veins of the shaft. Lackadaisically drawing patterns under the head of the offended cock. Playing a game of chicken with Ratio. Winding him up to overflow with pleasure, only to leave him short. Again and again, Aventurine toyed with his cock until Ratio was extremely sensitive and constantly on the edge of pleasure.
Taking Ratio in his hand once more, Aventurine pumped him with a sterile precision. No more fleeting moments of delight, only quick fast pressure. Ratio whimpered as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, full body trembling as he was finally allowed release. The waves of pleasure crashed through him, yet Aventureine continued his strokes, never halting even as the lube mixed with his seed. The waves were relentless, as he was allowed no rest. His flushed overstimulated cock weeped as another orgasm barrelled through him. Attempting to stop the assault of pleasure he writhed and tried to thrust Aventurine off him. Aventurine pushed down hard on his hip and forced Ratio to ride out the orgasm. Thick creamy seed dribbled out of the abused member. Aventurine only slowed his pace when Ratio’s high pitched sobs of pleasure ebbed to pants.
Arching his back and looking behind him at Ratio’s pitiful face, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks from his distant sunset eyes, Aventurine mimicked a feminine sensual pose.
“Oh dear, did you cum because it was too much? Did you ruin your orgasm?” Aventurine talked down in a condescending tone. “Poor thing,” Aventurine’s tone swiftly turned dark, “ Toy’s do not get a choice, they cum when the player chooses.”
Aventurine easily swung his leg back over Ratio to kneel next to him, scooping up Ratio’s release with two fingers and licked them clean. A mild salty and creamy flavor filled his taste buds. Ratio looked on with wide eyes, following his tongue with rapt attention. Aventurine, always looking for a chance to enthral Ratio, exaggerated his movements for a lustful show. Slowly dragging his fingers as his tongue over reached every bit of skin it could. He licked and sucked his fingers completely clean and more, never once looking away from Ratio. Ratio’s softened cock twitched and partially swelled with interest, doing its best to out pace his refractory period. How cute.
Aventurine’s chest squeezed tight with emotion. He needed to wreck this beautiful man more. Craved to carve out his abdomen and bury himself inside. Ruin this man for anyone else who dared look his way. Rewrite his DNA to long for Aventurine and no one else.
He needed to touch.
He needed to kiss.
To bite.
To scratch.
To consume his very being.
Aventurine crashed their mouths together in a carnal kiss that was nothing short of tongue and teeth. Guttural groans ripping from his chest as he all but attacked him. He let passion control his movements, dominating his partner who replicated with equal enthusiasm. They let themselves get lost in their mutual lust for each other. Insatiable. He was greedy to proclaim to the universe that this brilliant minded man, and one of the most handsome men in the universe, was all his.
Aventurine separated his mouth from Ratio’s only to attach it to his neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. Not enough to break the skin, but there would be bruises and marks for days if left untouched. Aventurine left a trail of fervor across the sculpted canvas of Ratio’s muscles. Ratio cared for his physical health, his body reflected that with plush pectorals, chiseled abdominals, carved hips and a body of pure muscular sin. Aventurine was entranced by his partner's body, so much different then his own lean petite stature.
Two dexterous fingers found a pert dusty nipple pinching and applying various amounts of pressure as he rolled them. His mouth found the other, pulling the nipple hard between his teeth before gently soothing over it with his tongue. Changing up the pace, he started slow with long drawn out circles around the areola, circling closer to the peak. After lavishing one, Aventurine swapped sides to give the other the same treatment.
With his need for Ratio’s chest and neck to be painted with his passion quelled, for now, Aventurine flipped Ratio over. His chest and face were pressed into the mattress, presenting his plump ass on full display. Cock hanging ignored, again, between his slightly spread legs. His arms were still bound behind his back by the leather cuffs.
Aventurine slowly caressed his cheek, feeling the soft skin and hair against his scared palm. He spread the ass to reveal the puckered brown anus. There were scattered dark hairs running up his crack and cheeks. Ratio liked to keep earthy and natural, fine by him as Aventurine enjoyed the texture the hair provided. Aventurine observed it was cleaned prior, the faint smell of soap underlined the musky smell of sex that lingered in the air. Ratio had prepared for the opportunity that Aventurine would notice his needs. Like Aventurine would not at this point in their relationship and how glaringly obvious Ratio had been.
Kneading the sumptuous ass cheeks, Aventurine licked a messy wet line across the glistening hole. Fingers followed to massage the outside of the opening, coaxing the tight muscles to relax. Aventurine dove back in and circled the opening with his tongue, swirling the tip to tease the sensitive nerves. As he alternated between simi circles and cull circles, he blindly found the lube and reapplied it to his fingers. With a wet pop he tilted his head to bite the meaty ass as he probed the rim and sunk two fingers in. Quick, rough scissoring motions tested the resistance of the hole. It was tight but workable, as he inserted a third into the mix. His free hand rubbed soothing circles on Ratio’s hips as he sped through the preparation. Satisfied that he wouldn't rip Ratio if he shoved his cock in, he could be much more stretched for a smoother glide but pleasure follows the pain here.
Aventurine indulged himself in sucking and licking Ratio’s rim. Shoving his tongue past the muscle, earthy and slick, the hair providing a lovely texture against his face. He lost himself in the feel of the puckering hole dancing along his tongue, drawing out lust filled noises from Ratio. His cock hanging heavy and swollen between his legs, reminded him that it was the main pleasure here, jumped at the rushing desire to stretch wide the hole his mouth was currently teasing.
Grabbing the lube he slicked up his own cock and lined up the blunt head at his entrance. Hands finding purchase on Ratio’s seductive hips. Solid heat wrapped around him as he sunk in with one smooth push. the temperature of the room rose as he watched the band of muscle stretch wide to accommodate his girth. Ratio shuttered below him as the thickest part breached him, moans trickling out from his abused throat. It was tight but unlike his throat that was steady everywhere, the pressure was at his entrance the rest was just a warm consuming plush heat. Aventurine’s slim hips pressed solidly against Ratio’s generous ass as he fully sheathed himself with a drawn-out groan.
Aventurine started out with languid long strokes, he was internally struggling to keep composed without succumbing to an orgasm as soon as he entered Ratio. His pace was purely to keep himself in check and not for Ratio to adjust to his girth. Ratio’s entrance contracted and fluttered every time Aventurine sunk himself deep into him. His tapered base providing ultimate pleasure as the blunt of the stretch was initial, the rim was given some respite the deeper in he was. Balancing out the intense pressure his top-heavy girth delivered as it pushed against the prostate and intestinal walls.
Ratio was melting in his arms, feeling deliciously full, relying on Aventurine to hold his downward position. Ratio’s head was turned, cheek smooshed against the bed, eyes closed in bliss. A thin line of drool had started to pool on the sheets below. Emboldened by the sight, Aventurine started to pick up the pace, watching Ratio as he relaxed more with every thrust. He pulled Ratio’s hips to meet his own, using him to chase his own pleasure. Ratio was too deep in tranquilized bliss to do anything more than be a luxurious cock sleeve. That suited Aventurine perfectly.
He angled his hips down and ground his cock deep into Ratio’s guts before pulling back and teasing his rim and prostate with his girth. Ratio was incredibly vocal, moaning and whining in rhythm to Aventurine's pace. The symphony of pleasurable moans and slick slaps of bodies echoed in the bedroom. A lustful song they composed on this late night at the end of the year.
Heat pooled low in him, egging him on to set a brutal pace. His cock was heavy and feverous as it plowed the constant delicious walls of his partner. Aventurine studied Ratio’s blissed out face, looking for any signs that his brain was still functioning in any capacity besides their sultry coupling. Aventurine was nearing the edge of his orgasm, he could delay it if Ratio needed more; however the sight beneath him pointed that the chances of that were low. Aventurine, ever the gambler, threw his cards and chased after his own release.
Letting go of any sense of control he let his carnal desire engulf him and let the blazing heat through his nerves set the erratic pace. With one final thrust he ground his hips hard against Ratio’s and folded over his back. Pure pleasure raced through his veins, flooding him with electric indulgence. His cock pulsed, releasing thick creamy seed deep into Ratio. Aventurine was only keeping himself in their position without toppling out of sheer determination. He held tightly to Ratio’s waist with one hand, the other massaging his abdomen, feeling his own girthy cock through the muscle.
Ratio tensed and shuttered below him succumbing to the waves of pleasure as Aventurine’s extra pressure from his hand paired with his cock was enough to make him cum without ever touching his own neglected cock. Watery white ribbons of seed dripped onto the sheets below them.
Aventurine collapsed them onto their sides, unable to hold either of their fatigued weight any longer. His cock was still buried in Ratio as they just breathed, easing down from their shared high.
Aventurine eased out of Ratio with a low hiss as his rim squeezed his sensitive softening member. He searched for a remote off to the side of the bed. Finding it, pressing a button, then promptly discarding it. He searched next for some lotion and brought it back to Ratio. Running a gentle hand down his arms, Aventurine gently removed the leather cuffs from Ratio, enabling movement again. Ratio was still blissed out, letting Aventurine man handle him and take care of his current needs as his brain was full of warm fuzzy static, no loud thoughts to be had at all. Aventurine laughed lightly and so full of love at his messy but satisfied face.
He soothed over the reddening sensitive skin of his wrists with the lotion. Time passed by as he massaged the muscles along his whole arms and shoulders as Ratio slowly floated back from his far off euphoria of a silent mind. Blinking like the cat cakes, Ratio turned his head to look at Aventurine with soft affection.
“You never took your socks off,” Ratio commented, his voice husk from the abuse earlier.
“Thats the first thing you say?” Aventurine threw his head back laughing as he clutched Ratio's hands. Ratio entwined their fingers together.
“Only heathens copulate completely bare besides their socks.” He said with a straight face, as if it was a fact that clearly Aventurine missed.
Aventruine scoffed at that. “What no congratulatory praise about what good dicking I gave you?”
“In due time,” he hummed, “I am covered in drying fluids and laying on sex stained sheets.”
“The bath is already dawn and set to your liking my dear,” Aventurine didn't skip a beat. “ When you are settling in I'll change the sheets and join you.”
“Well,” sunset eyes regaining some of their intelligent spark, "Praise may come sooner then.”
Aventurine preened at the subtle acknowledgement he was setting up the after care well. Ratio huffed affectionately, pulling Aventurine close and kissing him softly on the lips.
“Shall we?”