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Aventurine watched Ratio squirm, covering his mouth with his hand. Suppressing a smirk, he pushed the UP button of the small remote in his pocket. Ratio flinched softly; everyone else was chatting, not really looking at them – but Ratio knew that if he made any lewd noise, he was done for. Bleeding suns begged him, pleaded with desperation, though Aventurine only tilted his hand and turned the plug’s vibrations up by another notch.
Ratio shook his head subtly, warning him – he's at his breaking point, had been for the past half an hour.
Aventurine ignored it and mouthed ‘come’, and Ratio’s entire body convulsed, curling into himself, a muffled whimper making it past his hand.
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– That same morning –
"You're going to wear it all day and I'm going to turn it up or down whenever I want to. Understood?"
Aventurine held the black toy in his hand, long fingers curling around the ribbed surface.
It was fairly heavy, with the batteries inside adding to the weight of the tapered silicone, reaching a total length of 7 inches when fully inserted. Equipped with a rounded, tipped head and considerable girth, it got wider toward the bottom before suddenly slimming down. The t-shaped handle of the plug was flat and no broader than a finger, would fit snugly between his cheeks, be discreet enough to not show under clothing.
A pair of underwear already laid on the bed of their playroom for him, next to his folded work clothes, the dark purple garment so familiar to him that his face grew even hotter. It hugged his waist perfectly, the sleek material specifically made to not form visible wet spots.
Ratio’s gaze flicked from the garment to the toy in his dom’s hand and up to his face, then returning to the floor he was currently kneeling on. He was still dressed in a soft bathrobe, hair fluffy from his earlier bath.
“I… I promise I'll start being good, please, you don't…” The rest of it died on his tongue; the bravado of last night was gone with the impending doom (and anticipation) setting in.
When he'd awoken this morning, he'd almost forgotten about all that he'd said and done, using the snooze button to continue cuddling with his boyfriend just a little longer, getting up eventually to make them coffee. Aventurine had joined while he stood by the machine, arms wrapping around his waist, leaning into him.
But after returning to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and freshen up in the bathroom attached to it, Aventurine had gotten in his way, splaying a hand out on his folded clothes. His boyfriend was already dressed in one of his dark green suits, the collar of his black undershirt unbuttoned more than customary, leaving his black, choker-like necklace on full display, perched on his collarbones.
“You won't need those just yet,” Aventurine had said, something sharp simmering beneath his casual tone, and Ratio straightened up, asking why.
“You'll see. Give them to me.”
Ratio had obeyed.
“Now go freshen up, clean yourself properly, and meet me in the playroom after you're finished. I'll be waiting.”
He'd gulped, but nodded, knowing Aventurine was purposely keeping it vague to mess with him.
“...Of course, sir.”
Aventurine had smiled, leaning up to kiss him light and quick, a hand coming to caress his cheek. If he hadn't wanted their play to continue today, he would've simply refused, and Aventurine would've stored the punishment away for later; but Ratio, although nervous, at least wanted to see what he was planning.
And… well.
Now he was here.
Their playroom was slightly larger than their bedroom, the walls painted dark grey and windows blurred, tools like paddles and crops proudly displayed on the walls. The wooden floor was a fancy red-tinted brown.
Upon entering, one would immediately be met with a suspiciously open space, the hooks in the ground and all over on the ceiling alluding to contraptions that could be hanging there or be placed in the midst of it. To the right of the door was a grey dresser, storing harnesses, garments and fresh towels.
A plush, dark green seat stood in the midst of the right section, facing the room, an even larger dresser behind it in the same grey. It housed just about every toy they owned. Some of the larger ones were shown off in the display cases on top, leaving an empty space in the middle, often used to clean items, replace batteries, or modify toys to be attached to machines.
Said machines were on the same side as the bed, the left.
The king sized bed itself was quite special too. Its height was adjustable via the legs, and it was easily movable, be it away from the wall or turned with the long or short side facing the seat.
Currently, it was aligned with the wall, the long side facing outward. Their collection of machines were on either side, either folded in on themselves or merely placed on top of mats.
There was another dresser here, too, had just about anything from cleaning supplies to med kits and comfortable clothes for them both.
It was Aventurine’s pride and joy, this room – it'd grown quite a lot over the duration of their 3 year long relationship.
And Ratio was right in the middle, kneeling on a soft cushion Aventurine had placed down beforehand, standing with his back to bed as he'd waited for Ratio to arrive, shifting the toy from palm to palm to pass the time.
—"You're going to wear it all day and I'm going to turn it up or down whenever I want to. Understood?"
—“I… I promise I'll start being good, please, you don't…”
Aventurine snorted above. “Too late to beg me now, you’ve made your bed, now lie in it. Where's all that courage from yesterday, hm?”
Ratio shuddered, hands curling into fists.
Fingers grabbed his hair, yanked – he winced, getting forced to look up and meet his eyes again. “Don't ignore me when I speak, brat.”
“Mh– S-sorry, sir.”
A sharp sigh. The tugging didn't let up, sent zaps of pain across his scalp.
“I– I was– frustrated and I let it out on you.”
“That you did.”
Ratio swallowed, trying and failing to suppress a shudder.
“Do you remember what you loudly proclaimed yesterday, multiple times?”
“...Yes, sir.”
“Repeat it for me.”
He took a shaky breath. “I… I told you I don't care what you have to say to me, and… I could handle anything you'd do anyway.”
Aventurine hummed, letting go of his hair and Ratio letting his head drop with it.
“A principled man like yourself should stand by his words, don't you think?”
“I do.”
“Great, then we're on the same page.” Aventurine cleared his throat. “So, let's see if you can handle the consequences. Perhaps, by the end, you will realize you do care for my commands after all.”
Goosebumps spread down his arms, across his neck.
“I'll ask this once: Are you willing to subject yourself to this punishment today?”
Ratio nodded. Then, before he could be reprimanded again, he quickly opened his mouth. “Y-yes, I'm ready.”
“Okay. Get up and present yourself on the bed, I'll explain further while I prepare you.”
And thus he got up and walked toward it, taking off his robe and crawling onto the soft sheets. Spreading his thighs and arching his back, he first hid his burning face in his arms, lifting it quickly when Aventurine clicked his tongue disapprovingly.
A warm hand placed itself on his lower back, thumb pressing into the tense muscles by his dimples until he relaxed himself, stretching his spine. Aventurine hummed. The hand left.
Shifting sounded; the pop of a bottle of lube reached his red ears, and he took a few steadying breaths.
He'd already thoroughly cleaned himself as per Aventurine’s earlier instruction, so the first slick finger entered with relative ease, pushing until the final knuckle. Aventurine pumped it in and out thrice, adding additional weight by pressing down, working him open with none of the usual indulgent circles. It was a punishment, after all. Merely a means of practicality.
When the second digit pushed in beside the first, Aventurine began to speak.
“The plug will remain inside of you for the entire duration of the punishment, and removal will result in further consequences, excluding the scenario of you using the safeword, naturally.”
Ratio hummed, the noise getting lower mid-way through as Aventurine started to scissor him methodically.
“You'll be allowed to come as many times as you wish or need to.”
That did make him glance over his shoulder – Aventurine met his gaze, pink-blues intense enough to pin him in place.
“It's about enduring while trying to look professional in front of your dear colleagues, after all.”
His insides throbbed, clenched down around the fingers, a raspy moan tumbling out his mouth.
“Oh.”
Amusement sharpened Aventurine’s expression, and he added yet another digit.
“I checked our schedule. We have a shared meeting at two pm, and I plan on visiting you on our lunch break at eleven. Until then, you'll be on your own.”
In, out, in, out – Aventurine spread them, tugged on his rim until it gave, and Ratio’s next exhale wavered.
“You will read and respond to texts as soon as you can. Similarly, you may contact me anytime as well. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” his voice had a breathy quality to it, and he really wanted to rock into the stimulation now, the simplistic touch making his brain slowly melt.
“Good.”
Aventurine pulled out.
Ratio suppressed a disappointed whimper.
Slick, rhythmic squelching sounded behind him – then, the dripping head of the toy kissed his rim, circled it once before pushing in.
Ratio breathed through his mouth, a shiver zapping down his spine.
Aventurine pressed in until the first bump appeared about two inches below the tip before pulling out all the way. A tiny confused gasp filled his lungs.
“I've used vibrating dildos on you before, but never a plug version,” his dom said, beginning to pump lube directly into his stretched hole, “to avoid internal chafing, it needs sufficient lubrication. On the off-chance this isn't enough, you're allowed to remove it only to add more lube.”
The slippery cold spread, the feeling not unlike when Aventurine came deep inside him multiple times; Ratio moaned quietly. "Thank you, sir.”
After emptying more than half of the hand-sized tube into him, Aventurine set the plug back onto his drenched entrance, pushed in. It slid in just fine, then reached the first bump – his insides throbbed. It popped in. A second, third, fourth, fifth and indeed, sixth followed, the girth increasing simultaneously and making his jaw drop alongside a drawn-out groan.
“Mh, enjoy being vocal while you still can.”
That brought his awareness back with sudden clarity, clenching on reflex, fire licking at his insides. “Oh.”
Aventurine laughed, a bitter cruelty beneath it that only fed the flames.
The next two inches were devoid of ridges, but so thick it quickly had him panting, head hanging between his arms.
And then–
Pop.
His rim closed around the slim beginning of the handle, and Ratio was momentarily overwhelmed with the weight of the entire toy, settling deep and heavy now that the continuous stretch didn't distract him from it.
“Oh fffuuuuck…”
Aventurine gave it the last little push, the diagonal, gummy handle aligning itself easily. Warm hands settled on his ass, and Ratio felt Aventurine’s hot breath brush against lower back.
“Swallowed it right up, ah, what a talented hole you have,” Aventurine sighed dreamily, kissing him by the tailbone. “How's it feel?”
Ratio’s dick was drooling, some pre cum having spilled into the sheets already, and his hand itched to wrap around himself. But he knew that if he made himself come now, he would be awfully sensitive all the way to work. Oh boy.
“Big,” he managed to get out, trying to keep his breathing slow and even. “Heavy, ah.”
Aventurine chuckled, pushed his cheeks together, kneading the plump flesh, the motion making the toy shift inside. “Ah- sir, ngh–”
“Mmh, and it's not even on yet…”
Ratio could only pant at that, knees threatening to slide apart.
Teeth dragged over flushed skin. Aventurine placed a bite on a cheek, licked over the sensitive indents and kissed it once before leaning away.
“Get dressed. We wouldn't want to be late for work now, would we?”
“N-no, sir.”
He got up on slightly wobbly limbs, took the purple garment and put it on, the fabric at the front spacious enough it wouldn't trap his erection too tightly, layered enough his bulge wasn't obvious. Now that he was standing, he felt the full weight of the plug, hole clenching around it. Tight.
Aventurine stood in front of him with his arms crossed, raising a brow expectantly.
Clearing his throat, he quickly reached for his navy dress pants, put them on and zipped them up. A white button up followed, and he fumbled with the buttons lightly, grabbing his navy suit jacket at last.
“Your hair is still undone.”
And whose fault is that? He didn't say, only nodded, touching his own face and cringing at how hot it was. It'd be a miracle if he could keep up the act in front of his coworkers. And damn, that thought really shouldn't make even more blood rush to his dick.
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The car ride was his first challenge.
Aventurine was driving, thankfully, so he had ample time to hide his face in his hands and try not to moan at every pothole they hit– and really, he's certain Aventurine was just driving into them on purpose–
Not to mention, Aventurine had yet to turn the vibrations on. He braced for it to finally start, though no – and then they were pulling into the parking lot of the giant megacorp the two slaved away, and real dread was setting in hard.
Aventurine parked, turned the key. The purring of the motor ceased.
Ratio thumped against the headrest, dropping his hands. His legs had been shifting around the whole way as if he was unsure if he wanted to rub his thighs together for friction or keep them apart to lessen the stimulation.
“Veritas.”
He blinked his eyes open, looked over.
Aventurine smiled warmly.
“Have a good day at work.”
Click.
He watched Ratio’s eyes grow wide, staring at Aventurine in horny disbelief, hips lifting off the seat when the toy suddenly began to whirr inside him.
A strangled moan tore itself out his throat, impulsively cupping himself through his pants, pressing down hard.
Aventurine hadn't begun on the lowest setting, of course.
He'd dialed it up to level 4 immediately – the remote in his pocket had all sorts of buttons and a slider. On/Off, Level Up, Level Down, (pressed individually or pushed by the slider), Rhythm change. Ratio would be getting to know the latter ones very well today.
Calm as ever, Aventurine flicked his own wrist to check his gold-green watch. “You have your first meeting in five, by the way.”
Ratio hissed through grit teeth, a groan slipping out, forcibly taking his hand off his erection. The plug was still buzzing away, thankfully too quiet to hear, all the more vibrant as it pulsed against his slick, tight walls. It pumped itself up and down lightly, made the ridges drag over his prostate, and–
“Oh, oh fffuuck, sir this– ah–”
A hand grasped him by the jaw, pulled him into a hungry kiss, and he moaned into his mouth, grinding into the seat.
Aventurine growled against his lips. “You said you could handle anything, slut. Don't go whining to me now.”
Ratio whimpered, holding onto Aventurine’s arm, swallowing the lewd moan building in his throat.
Aventurine pressed their lips together once more, the only sign he was pent up, too, sucking on his lower lip when he pulled away. Ratio watched him swallow his taste, running a hand through blond hair to calm himself.
“Get out the car, Veritas. You'll be late for real.”
It eased the tension somewhat, air rushing out his nose. As if I care about being on time right now.
Nonetheless, Ratio undid his seatbelt and grabbed the doorhandle, stepping out and being reminded how jarring standing with a plug up your ass was. He clenched his jaw and suppressed a groan, took the first step.
“Eh–! Baby, your bag.”
He spun around.
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.”
Embarrassed, he accepted his courier bag Aventurine had grabbed from the backseat, slinging it over his shoulder. Shit, he had to focus.
His boyfriend was shaking his head, cracking up into laughter. “Really, you..”
“Shut up, would you?!” he hissed, whiny.
Aventurine just cocked a brow.
“Sorry, sir. Didn't mean that. I’m– I need to go.”
“Pffft– alright, alright. Love you.”
Ratio huffed. “...Love you too.”
And then he was rushing over the parking lot, disappearing into the revolving doors of the Intelligentsia building.
Aventurine dialed it down to level 2.
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Ratio could barely focus during the first meeting, still getting used to the vibrations, trying his best not to move around too much even though his body so desperately wanted to grind down and roll its hips. He stifled his noises with his hand or his teeth, clenching his jaw and explaining his flush by suggesting he might be in the process of catching a cold.
“Hm, maybe, your voice is raspier than usual too.”
Yeah, no shit. He didn't say, nodding along.
The stimulation was consistent for the first hour, which was mindnumbing all by itself, made him itch to ride it or pump it in and out – and God, he had to stop thinking about touching himself. He tried to follow the conversation, tried to take notes as always, but ended up just scribbling nonsense after half a page.
Swallowing the saliva continuing to fill his mouth, he cupped his face in his hand, hoping that just listening would be enough. It wasn't a high profile meeting anyway, just a report on a study he'd been part of. They'd get the written one sent to their desks, so he wasn't losing out on vital information, at least.
After the meeting, he dazedly made his way to his office, using the 15 minute window between appointments to drop into his seat and stare at the ceiling with blown, wide eyes.
He wanted to come.
He glanced at his clothed erection, hidden well by the layers, and…
Bzz
His phone lit up with a notification.
Darling
[Online]
And, how are you holding up ? ;)
9:00
Considering he was currently sticking his hand into his pants, not well.
Exhaling roughly, he spread his thighs a bit, slid his fingers below the waistband, taking himself in hand and nearly coming on the spot. His hips bucked, fucked into his fist immediately, and he ground down into the seat, managed to shift the plug around a bit.
The low level was comfortable by now, not jarring but cruelly pleasant, wore him down until he was nice and pliant, clenching and relaxing in indulgent intervals, enjoying the feel of the ribbed surface pressing into plush, wet walls.
He circled his hips rhythmically, applied pressure to his aching cock, stroking the ridiculously hard length.
His thumb hovered above the keyboard. Should I lie? Should I be honest? How honest?
You should be done with your meeting now, Veritas.
09:01
Chill, I just got to my office. And I'm holding out fine. 09:01
So you won't mind it at all if I put it higher. Great! Have a nice conference~
09:01
That's not what I—
[Darling has gone offline]
“…”
Ratio braced.
But… the vibrations remained at the same, slow, teasing level, buzzed oh so innocently as they stole more of his enduring will.
He knew he shouldn't make himself come so soon. But…
“Mnh…”
His hand was already jerking himself to completion, hastily pulling his cock out of the tight confines and taking the opportunity to spill into tissues instead of coating the inside of his underwear.
His head fell back with a quiet but satisfied moan, hips stuttering, sloppily thrusting into his loose fist.
Collecting himself after coming down from his high, he wiped the cum off his dick and hand, threw the tissues in the trash and zipped himself back up.
Ratio had just steadied his breathing when the toy throbbed hard, made him sit ram-rod straight, slapping his mouth shut to muffle his loud yelp.
It thumped, the new rhythm, speed and intensity making his eyes roll back, hips lifting off the seat to somehow escape the overwhelming sensation. It was no use, of course, the plug kept it nice and secure right where it was, heavy and thick and–
Oh. Oh no no no—
Folding over and burying his face in his arms on the desk, he sensed a second orgasm building at a break-neck speed. Not from his dick, no, it was still out of commission for a while. His prostate. Oh boy.
The plug hit it just right, pulsing ridges pressing deep into the hidden spot, shaking up his tender nerves and sending electricity up his spine.
His legs kicked out weakly, and then he was coming again. Whimpering into his sleeve, he swallowed hard before he could drool all over it, staying curled up and waiting for the surge of pleasure to subside.
It didn't.
He took measured breaths, staying as still as possible, but the plug didn't cease, unfeeling as it buzzed into trembling flesh, rubbed at his prostate over and over.
Ratio pressed his thighs together.
Buzz
Buzz
He lifted his head, grabbed his phone, unlocked it with shaky fingers.
Darling
[Online]
Lunch is only two hours away~ Can't wait to see how wrecked you'll look…
09:06
This punishment is turning out to be difficult for me too, haha. I'm way too horny to properly focus on all this paperwork.
09:06
How do you think I feel???! 09:07
He'd sent it without really thinking, and before he could try and delete it, Aventurine was already typing away.
Oh? And here I thought you were holding out just fine! What changed?
09:07
You know what you did, gambler. 09:07
Hahahaha
Really? Level 3 was all it took?
09:07
Ratio's jaw dropped.
THATS ONLX LVL3??! 09:08
It is :)
I wanna see your face so bad
Your eyes are probably blown to hell and glazed over
09:08
Glancing at the propped up photograph displaying them on their anniversary trip, he could confirm Aventurine’s guess, quickly blinking hard to clear them up a bit.
Wouldn't it be better to see it in real life later? Don't ruin your own surprise. 09:08
Hmm. I think you're just embarrassed~
09:08
But u make a good point. I'll go crazy if I can't get my hands on u looking like that
Don't go around looking too fucked out tho
09:09
What, scared someone is going to notice and have their way with my prepped hole? 09:09
Those three dots appeared and went away and returned for a full minute, and Ratio chuckled to himself, glad he could get back at him a little. Sure he'd probably regret it later, but right now, he really needed the entertainment.
Before he could be late again, he got up from the seat, grabbed his courier bag and pulled his flask of water out, taking a moment to drink before making his way to the door of his office.
Bzz
Instead of some paragraph, all that Aventurine had sent was:
I'll gladly catch another murder charge if anyone dares.
09:12
I told u to stop joking about that 09:12
I'm not joking tho
09:12
Ratio facepalmed in the corridor, then massaged the bridge of the nose.
…I'll be off to my conference now. 09:12
And I'll be jerking off bc jesus christ veritas you cant just send me shit like that
09:12
What r u gonna do about it? 09:13
You're still such a brat
Itching to be punished hard this time, I see
09:13
Ratio swallowed, shutting his phone off and sliding it back into his bag, entering the conference room. Him and Aventurine worked in different departments, Aventurine's section was the building to their left – they'd met at a work event four years ago through it.
He could see it from the window, and if he really tried, could find his office. His office, where he was currently stifling his moans and rubbing one out. Ratio’s mouth watered; he tore his eyes away, pushing the disappointment of not getting to taste him upon completion into the back of his mind.
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Those two hours until lunch were rough.
But he had no one to blame but himself, really.
When Aventurine walked into Ratio's department's break room at 11:00am sharp, it took him less than five seconds to spot his boyfriend.
Hands in his pockets, Aventurine made his way over to the dark blue couch he was sitting on, the corner of his lip upturned.
He dropped himself down next to him, jostling him in the process, and Ratio bit back a sharp gasp because it'd shifted the plug. His head whipped around, the startled expression quickly morphing into a frown.
Aventurine merely smiled, bumping their shoulders together.
“Hi.”
He was warm to the touch, and his breath was heavy yet soundless, forcefully stable; a misty sheen lay over his usually sharp eyes, bleeding suns cradled by dark lashes, cheeks lightly flushed.
Aventurine stared for a long moment, drinking the display up as his own heartbeat sped up, pink-blue getting eclipsed by black.
There was the casual chatter of Ratio's coworkers and a quiet soundscape of coffee being made, glasses getting taken out of cupboards, a fridge being opened and closed and cutlery clinking against plates, though it all blended into the background, their world shrinking to the size of that couch.
Aventurine had lowered and increased the level before making his way to Ratio’s department, granting him a moment of respite before taking it away again, setting it to a slow, gentle 2 at last.
Despite his initial flinch, Ratio felt more present than before. His dazed mind oriented itself toward his heavy gaze like a ship lost in fog steering toward a lighthouse; the familiar scent of his perfume anchored him there, allowed it to relax.
A hand settled on his knee. Aventurine leaned closer, tilting his head to speak into his ear.
It was no secret they were dating, so there was no need to pretend otherwise, with both of them having invited one another as their plus one at work events, applying for vacation during the same time periods, usually coming and leaving at similar times or occasionally waiting for the other in the parking lot.
Even so, Ratio had never liked overt PDA, so Aventurine refrained from escalating it too much, be it in the parking lot or in public in general – it'd be a lie to claim he didn't enjoy it when the blond held his hand when they walked somewhere or curled an arm around his waist. It just got him so terribly flustered he refused to be seen so vulnerable by his colleagues. Aventurine was fine with that – his possessive nature enjoyed the fact that the version he got of Ratio was specifically reserved for him.
“How are you holding up?” Aventurine’s voice was hushed, made goosebumps dash across his neck.
Instead of responding verbally, Ratio just sighed, curling into Aventurine to drop his head on his shoulder. The other made a surprised noise at that, lifting an arm and embracing him, then petting his hair for a sweet little moment.
“Color?”
“…Yellow.”
He lowered his voice even more. “How many more times did you come?”
“…Three.”
Aventurine hummed, continued carding fingers through his hair, lightly scratching the base of his skull. Ratio let out another quiet sigh, squirming on the cushion, thighs rubbing together then parting again.
“Where?”
“…Once in the conference room, twice in the bathroom after I excused myself.”
Aventurine chuckled.
He let him enjoy his touch a little more, then caressed him down, sliding out of his hair and over his neck and shoulder and arm. Ducking his head, he kissed his cheek, gently nudging him to the side before getting up from the couch. Ratio’s hand twitched, almost pulled him back by the wrist.
Those misty eyes looked up at him, melted something inside himself, though he didn't falter.
“I’ll see you later, then.” Aventurine said, tilting his head as his eyes crinkled with his sharp smile. “Bye-bye~”
And then he was gone.
Ratio deflated with a huff, leaning back into the couch and tracing the spot he'd kissed with a fingertip.
Judging from Aventurine’s elated glow, he’d still been riding the high from his earlier orgasm. Damn him and his impeccable self restraint.
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In the beginning, it had been most difficult to not appear incredibly tense. From his stiff and awkward gait to his strained sitting position, he had to force himself to relax, unclenching in the process and letting the toy wear down his hole until it was lax and tender. Now he had the complete opposite of that problem – he was loose and pliable, struggling to sit upright when all his body wanted to do was to curl up or lay down. It was a miracle he’d even made it to his next meeting without his legs fully giving out on the way there.
His limbs felt like jello. His muscles contracted and relaxed weakly whenever he moved in his seat, the grip he had on his stylus weak, almost slipping out his fingers and rolling onto the floor.
Ratio’s mind wasn’t exempt from the disarming floatiness either. His stream of consciousness kept on wandering off, drifting unanchored and missing the conversations of the meeting, thoughts unweaving like a ball of yarn in the paws of a particularly playful cat.
No matter what, his mind always ended up thinking of the skinship he yearned for, returning to the memories of Aventurine visiting him at lunch, Aventurine in the car, at home. It looped the sight of Aventurine looking at him, looped his touch, preparing him this morning, caressing his ass and sides, kissing his lower back. His heart felt heavy, sitting there with an arm curled around his middle under the table, suppressing the pathetic whimpers building in his throat.
For better or worse, the next change in rhythm, level and speed had him forget about his loneliness, having to use up all his remaining willpower and concentration to not let his hips lift off the chair.
The vibrator buzzed as virile as ever, rubbing and thumping into the tender bundle of muscles over and over, slick walls giving into the unfeeling toy with no resistance, stretching easily to accommodate it. Ratio took his hand back from where it’d been clutching his side to cup his own face. His feet shifted below the table, sliding back and forth, toes curling in his shoes.
Blood rushed in his ears, staring at the graph displayed on the whiteboard, numbers and letters blending together as his eyes glazed over.
After a few minutes, Ratio was beginning to grow used to the new pace, his straining leg and abdominal muscles finally getting a rest when he allowed himself to relax somewhat. As long as he remained very still and didn’t have to get up, he’d be fine–
Just then, the intensity ramped up.
Behind his palm, his jaw dropped, a soundless shout strumming hoarse vocal cords. His legs had instinctively snapped shut, feet crossing before he lifted one to caress his calf in an effort to self-soothe.
The pulsating vibrations reverberated from his ass down his legs and up his stomach. Each whirr against his prostate felt like a spark of electricity, lightning bolts zapping directly in his veins and leaving him numb and hypersensitive at once. Ratio tried to keep calm, though he knew it was inevitable to fight – his next orgasm was building, and it was building quick.
When Aventurine dialed up the speed as well, it was over.
He came, untouched and silent, biting down on the side of his hand to muffle himself in his desperation, too occupied to care if anyone saw the strange display.
The toy kept on going, milked him through the rush of painful elation, his aching hole throbbing around the tapered silicone, dick hot between his legs, twitching hard and letting out another burst of cum.
His shoulders shook, and he filled his lungs with air, kept it there until he counted to three and allowed himself to breathe out. One inhale after another, he managed to calm himself to a point where his heart didn’t feel like it was going to burst straight out of his chest.
“Ahem, Dr. Ratio?”
Wide-eyed, he raised his head, realizing he’d been completely tuned out.
Swallowing hard and hoping his voice wouldn’t come out as wrecked as he felt, he apologized and requested for the question to be repeated.
Miraculously, his brain cooperated enough for him to actually answer that time, and he sunk into his seat afterwards, downing more of his water to not lose the little clarity he had.
Aventurine appeared to have other plans for him, though.
After wringing yet another orgasm out of him, Ratio could only afford to muffle himself and hope he wouldn’t be called on again, trying to keep his shaking legs under control, tremors going through him in random intervals.
The pleasure was overwhelming, so hot it burned, flames licking at his loins, eating away at his grasp on reality. It blurred his vision, stole his breath, left him tingling all over, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall and desperately hoping time would pass quicker so this punishment be over soon.
By the end of the meeting, Ratio waited in his seat until everyone else had packed up and left before even attempting to get up. With shaky hands, he put his notepad, stylus and water bottle into his courier bag, braced himself on the sleek surface and lifted himself onto his feet. Standing there heavily leaning on the table, he took a few sharp breaths through his mouth, fighting the shadows encroaching on the corners of his mind.
Aventurine had granted him another phase of respite, turning the vibrator on a low, slow setting. It was mindnumbing in its own right, but nowhere as overwhelming as the high levels.
He did end up collecting enough strength to balance himself on his own two legs, leaving the room with minimal stumbles, walking to the conference room they used for joined meetings on autopilot.
Ratio was the first to arrive – his shoulders slumped in short-lived relief, taking a seat with his back to the entrance and burying his head in his arms.
It wasn’t exactly uncommon for employees, so nobody commented on his posture as people began entering the room, Ratio merely listening to the shuffling of shoes and rustle of bags and documents, blending out the muted chatter sprouting up. His eyes drifted across the table, past the line of chairs facing him, up to the windowsills lining the wall, big wide planes of glass giving view to yet another skyscraper belonging to the IPC.
People walked through his zoned-out vision, fleeting like trees one would mindlessly drive by while on a roadtrip that’s been going on for much too long.
That was until one of those fleeting figures came to a stop right across from him, stole his view long enough for his eyes to focus.
Dark green suit, black undershirt, collar just a little more open than customary, slightly tanned skin, blond hair morphing into golden honey with the backdrop of sunlight spilling onto his back– Ratio’s heart missed a beat.
Aventurine.
His boyfriend smiled at him and sat down.
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– Present –
Aventurine watched Ratio squirm, covering his mouth with his hand. Suppressing a smirk, he pushed the UP button of the small remote in his pocket. Ratio flinched softly; everyone else was chatting, not really looking at them – but Ratio knew that if he made any lewd noise, he was done for. Bleeding suns begged him, pleaded with desperation, though Aventurine only tilted his hand and turned the plug’s vibrations up by another notch.
Ratio shook his head subtly, warning him – he's at his breaking point, had been for the past half an hour.
Aventurine ignored it and mouthed ‘come’, and Ratio’s entire body convulsed, curling into himself, a muffled whimper making it past his hand.
The aftershocks rippled through him, wave after wave, and Aventurine stared, eyes burning, only adding to the pull of those infinite depths – Ratio gazed back with glassy eyes, lower lip wobbling beneath his palm.
Aventurine still hadn’t turned down the vibrations. Ratio’s legs trembled, muscles jittery, his control over his own body slipping more and more. He rocked side to side, trying to offset the overwhelming stimulation somehow.
Just when he was at the next breaking point, about to reach for his phone and send him a desperate message for mercy, Aventurine turned the vibrator down.
Ratio visibly slumped, sighing, though continued to shift his thighs open and closed, unable to keep still with the amount of electricity racing through his keyed up body.
Aventurine smiled, his breath having turned deep and slow. His eyes were blown, caught up in the surge of power flooding his brain before he blinked rapidly to tune back into the meeting.
Ratio could only dream of such composure.
Luckily, it seemed like Aventurine was satisfied for now, kept the level low, messing with the speed a few times to catch him off-guard, though he didn’t order him again.
Could it really be called an order if Aventurine had not even spoken?– Ratio swallowed, glancing from the whiteboard back to his boyfriend. It’d been working verbally for a long time now, but mouthing it was new.
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By the time the meeting was coming to an end, Ratio was barely keeping himself from falling apart, getting up right on the dot and pulling Aventurine into a single stall bathroom a few doors to the left.
His mouth had been tightly shut, eyes wide and so intense Aventurine waited to tease him until they were on their own. He’d locked the door behind them, fully enclosing them in white, tiled walls. LED light shone upon his boyfriend’s red face, a wild mix of emotions flickering back and forth.
Thankfully, the room was soundproofed – Ratio could shatter at last, a guttural moan tearing at his vocal cords, followed by a sob, stumbling into his arms.
Aventurine snorted, turning so he was leaning against a wall and letting Ratio curl into him, his knees almost giving in before Aventurine stabilized him.
Ratio buried his face in his neck. Such a tall man had been rendered oh so delicate in his embrace, sniffing before starting to cry into his shirt. There was relief, relief of finally getting to sink into his arms, his scent, finally being able to stop repressing the noises, relief that he’d made it through the day– then came the realization that there were still hours of work ahead of him, mixed with the sharp blade of pleasure so intense it rendered him miserable.
Aventurine stroked his back soothingly, and his brain was too scattered to tell if it was genuine or just to mock him further. Either way, he’d take it, take anything at this point just for him– his lover, his dom– to stay. His inhales shook, tears streaming down his face, wetting the cloth, sobs only worsening the tremors that hadn’t ceased all this time.
Aventurine sighed into his ear. "Hah, just what am I going to do with you, Veritas?"
Ratio whimpered, fingers clutching at his suit jacket, slipping past to get a hold of his belt, anchoring himself desperately.
Despite it all, the plug kept on buzzing, kept on rubbing into tender walls, still slick from the copious amount of lube Aventurine had worked into him this morning. He’s so loose around it, yet it never slipped past, sat there perfectly plugged by his rim, and he broke off into another sharp cry.
“Mh, I know exactly what you need…”
A hand slid down his back, reached around, past his waistband, reached his throbbing, flushed dick, cockhead smeared with his own cum. He’s hot in his grip, and Ratio’s mouth fell open when Aventurine pumped him once, bucking into the touch even though it was like live wire was wrapping around his cock.
“Damn, you came just from that?”
Did…
Did he?
He was too busy seeing white and ringing for air to notice.
Aventurine chuckled and Ratio whined, brain reduced to mush, clumsily rutting into his hand as it worked him through his supposed orgasm. The friction he'd kept on begging for in his head was finally there.
His hand was cold compared to his swollen dick, massaged it instead of jerking him properly, working the tension out, carefully swiping across his tip, rubbing at the slit.
It didn't take much of this for him to fall into a trance, melting in his embrace, still crying but less hysterical.
It ruined him all the same – he could barely stand, clinging to his dom like his life depended on it, hips stuttering, both wishing to flee from the consistent, gentle touch and thrust into it. It wouldn’t matter if Aventurine took it from him or continued, Ratio would sob either way.
“I know baby, it’s a lot, hm?”
Aventurine’s voice was oh so sweet and condescending, and Ratio cracked open even more, inhaling sharp and wobbly.
“Obvi-hous-ly..!” He managed to whine between sobs, and Aventurine cooed, stroking his back again.
“Aww, you’ve almost reached your limit, I see…”
But did he stop? No. No, he kept on pumping his cock, kept the vibrator on, whispering sweet, soft words into his ear as if he felt bad for him.
It wore him down until he went under.
And when he sank, he sank deep.
Stripped of his achievements and titles, Aventurine reduced him to his raw humanity, where nothing mattered except his submission. And submit– yes, yes– submit, he could. Would. Had done, would do, again again forevermore– because this– this feeling, this weightlessness, this all-encompassing sea– it held him, embraced him, belonged to him as he did to it, to his dom.
The vibrator shut off.
Ratio shivered in his arms, hadn’t even noticed that he’d dropped to his knees– rather, that Aventurine had gently lowered them to the floor instead of letting him fall. He was cradling and bracketing him with his legs, uncaring of the place they were in. Ratio's hair was being petted and his face held up, keeping his nose high so he got more air.
“Veritas, hey, look at me.”
With effort, Ratio managed to open his eyes by just a little, gazing at his dom through heavy lashes.
“Good. Good boy, try and stay awake, okay?”
Swallowing, he nodded. “What… what did I...”
“You passed out,” Aventurine spoke slowly and with none of the condescension from before, using a stable timbre reminiscent of his commanding tone to keep Ratio’s attention. “Everything’s okay, your punishment is on pause. Just breathe for now.”
Ratio leaned closer, and Aventurine let him nuzzle into his shoulder, listening to his deep inhales, sinking into his familiar scent.
Fingers carded through his hair, the other hand returning to caress his back, up-down, down-up, up-down. It lulled him in, grounded him, kept him anchored to his warm presence, heartbeat thumping just like his own.
Testing his lover’s limits came with the possibility of instances like these; though Ratio would not volunteer to be brought to the brink and well past it if he didn’t trust Aventurine to always find him should he sink too deep. It’d been scary the first few times, and there’d been moments where he’d become so lost in his own head Aventurine had to carefully reel him back in, but Aventurine had never let him suffocate in the depths, never let him drown.
Although Ratio’s mind was hazy and his body ached, no icy claws of fear were gripping at his heart.
Instead, a gentle flame warmed him from within; born from the trust, no, the knowledge he was okay, he was good. Because his dom had told him so, because he trusted his words more than his body’s instinctual fright.
When he lifted his head, Aventurine smiled, brushed strands out of his face.
“There you areee~”
Ratio huffed, leaned into his palm. “Now… no… no more, sir, please.”
Aventurine snorted softly, swiped his thumb below his waterline to pick up a few stray tears. “Alright. Would you rather I take the plug out, or you keep it in?”
He swallowed, squirmed around.
The sudden emptiness would be jarring.
“In. But…”
He chewed on his lip.
Aventurine kissed him, gently licked over the lower one to stop him from biting down. “I won't turn it on for now.”
Ratio paused, then nodded, taking a deep breath. Darkness no longer hovered on the corners of his vision, and although his limbs still tingled and felt wobbly, he wasn’t in uncomfortable pain. His eyes gained more clarity.
Aventurine softly brushed their lips together.
They remained there for a long, sentimental moment, Aventurine continuing to pet his hair, eyes open while Ratio's fell closed. He often did, when they kissed. Like a statue made of marble.
He looked beautiful, like this.
Brows relaxed with long lashes resting on tear-stained cheeks, he was the most gorgeous when he’d been split apart and repaired by the same hands who’d broken him.
Ratio was the one to pull away first, rolling his shoulders and complaining about the less than ideal position they’d found themselves in. Aventurine chuckled, getting to his feet and taking Ratio’s hand to help him up as well.
Swiping the dust off his boyfriend’s attire, he hummed softly. “Let’s go home early, mhm?”
At that, Ratio perked up, not having let go of his hand yet. Aventurine let him, quite endeared by his desire to keep on touching him. The worst you could do to someone like his lover was to ignore him – he loved his voice, no matter if it praised or insulted him, loved his gaze, be it heavy with adoration like right now or veiled in lust or controlled anger. The unspoken punishment of having to endure not only at work but also without Aventurine there beside him must have impacted him quite a lot.
“Yeah,” his voice was husky, and Aventurine bit his own lip, always turned on by the noticeable signs of what he’d done to the other. “At least three people have told me I look like I’m having a fever, anyway.”
Aventurine snorted.
He took over the talking when they left the bathroom, notifying Ratio’s coworkers he'd be leaving early since he wasn’t feeling well. To excuse his own absence, he just sent a quick message to Topaz, then slid his phone in his pocket to allow Ratio to intertwine their fingers shortly after.
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Ratio had barely taken his shoes off in the corridor of their home when Aventurine called him by name. Turning around, he was met with dark eyes, his boyfriend dropping the keys in the bowl by the entrance.
“Just because I showed some mercy earlier doesn't mean I'm done with you just yet.”
The break was over.
Ratio stared at him with wide eyes.
Aventurine lifted a brow, a cruel smirk pulling at his lip. “Don't look so shocked now, my dear. You brought this upon yourself.”
He swallowed, then bowed his head. “You're right, sir.”
Aventurine hummed, accepting his voluntary continuation.
If he wasn’t ready yet, he could always say so – could’ve merely shaken his head, waved his hand, asked for more time, asked to stop entirely. Although they used the color system, they’d become so well attuned to one another it was often obsolete, like now.
Shifting back into the disciplinary headspace, Aventurine lowered his voice into a drawl.
“You already know where I want you to go, don't you?”
Ratio nodded. "I do, sir."
“So get moving.”
Pressing his lips together, Ratio turned on his heel and made his way to the playroom, skin tingling and blood rushing in his ears. Nervousness swirled in his stomach, and he clenched around the plug.
Aventurine followed in silence, and he felt more like prey being pursued than anything, and it only strengthened the haze overtaking his mind.
At least, in this house, in their home, he didn't have to suppress it, could bend to the call of the deep completely – he didn't have to worry about being spotted, didn't have to pretend to be able to focus on work assignments or paperwork. It's freeing, rid him of some of the tension in his shoulders. If it weren't for the overwhelming sensitivity to the toy snugly inside him, he would've relaxed completely by now.
Play had absolved him of the tension he'd always carried with him yet never knew how to soothe. He'd tried with self care, bathing, meditation, working out, even masturbation – and it eased the knot in his heart somewhat, yet never cured him of it. When he'd first sunk to his knees and let Aventurine take over, he had been so overwhelmed with gratitude and relief he'd burst into tears. And then there was a hand, softly petting him, stroking his hair, nudging him forward so he could nuzzle into Aventurine's thigh and cry it out.
That floaty feeling, getting to turn off his brain, letting go of everything – merely entering their playroom filled him with a sense of peace, no matter if he was there to be indulged, disciplined or trained. Aventurine always took care of him, and so did he when he gave Aventurine control, gave him the power to both break and mend him, lead them both to tranquil completion.
Ratio came to a stop in the middle of the room, turned around for his next order.
Aventurine closed the door, acknowledged the change of his demeanor with a small approving nod, eyes softening for just a moment.
“Strip.”
He obeyed.
His jacket was the first to go, and Aventurine took it from him, draped it over the clothing hanger by the door. They used to just throw them anywhere, but both had gotten really tired of having to iron their clothes so often.
Ratio unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, pulled off his socks. At last, he stripped himself of his undergarments, heat rising to his face at the sight of his own half-hard dick.
Aventurine's stare was heavy, dragged itself down his body, made him want to wrap arms around himself – he didn't, let him see. He belonged to him, after all.
“Ass up, face down on the bed.”
Ratio swallowed. “As you wish.”
He crawled onto it, took the same position as this morning – Aventurine clicked his tongue.
“Lay down properly. The bed has a long side for a reason. Lean on your forearms, not your hands. Lift your hips.”
“Yes, sir.”
He fixed his position to Aventurine's instructions, legs slightly parted to push himself up by the knees, tightening around the plug as he did, moaning quietly.
“Keep it like that. If you fail to hold yourself up, I'll get a harness.”
A nervous exhale left his mouth. He lightly swayed his hips side to side, pushed his knees further apart for balance.
Steps sounded.
“Color?”
“Green.”
Aventurine hummed, then roamed a hand down his spine, massaging the dimples by his lower back, made him relax and improve his arch.
“Aside from your bratty behavior over text, you behaved well during your punishment, and I will be adjusting this second phase accordingly.”
He nodded, resting on the pillow his arms bracketed.
“Let's start with the additional punishment, then. Two strikes for each disrespectful message is reasonable, don't you think?”
His hand had wandered, settled on his ass, fingers sliding between spread cheeks, innocently brushing over the plug's handle.
Ratio swallowed around a moan. “Yes, sir.”
Aventurine pulled his phone out of his pocket, and the hand on his ass disappeared too. The reason became apparent a few seconds after.
“Ah–!”
He'd set the plug to level 2, though chose a consistent, overwhelming rhythm for it; Aventurine watched his thighs tremble, scrolling through his phone with all the patience in the world.
“Mh. You've earned yourself 8 strikes. Make sure to count each one.”
“Yes, sir,” his voice was breathy again, and his hips rocked, failed to escape the constant pain-pleasure.
“Stop moving so much.”
“S-sorry, sir.”
Smack!
A hand came down upon his right cheek, the impact resounding and merging with the vibrations.
“One–!” He gasped out, spasming around the plug, raising his ass higher and closing his eyes to brace for the next one.
And so it went until he reached eight, his ass reddened by handprints. His dick was dripping with pre cum, and his breath came out in short bursts, the combined sensations burning him up and melting his brain. Drool ran down his chin, smeared all over the pillow, and when Aventurine dragged dull nails over the sensitive flesh, he whined high in his throat.
“And what do we say after we've gotten what we've earned?”
Ratio's words were slurred, devolved into wanton moans.
“Th-thank you, haaah… sir... ah for giving– mmh-me what I deserved…”
Aventurine gave his bruised cheeks a few light pats, enjoying the way they rippled, enjoying his loose tongue. “Look at that, my brat's become tame as a lamb.”
“Mmmnngh...”
When Aventurine took his hand away, Ratio promptly collapsed on the bed. A winded exhale rushed out his nose.
Aventurine clicked his tongue.
He quickly tried to raise his hips again, but couldn't manage it, stuttering and dropping and shakily rising just to collapse once more.
“Aww, do you need my help? Can't even keep your ass raised like a proper whore should?”
Ratio whimpered, nodding, knees slipping to the side. His prostate had been thoroughly fucked by the toy getting jostled by Aventurine’s spanking, left him jittery and sensitive all over, rendered the muscles of his stomach and legs useless.
“Tch. How pathetic.”
A shudder went through him, dick throbbing hard, smearing over the sheets.
Aventurine's voice dripped with poison, made him want to curl up, made him hot all over.
“Please help me be good,” he managed to plead, clenching around the plug, hips bucking instinctively. “Sir, I– I can't..”
“Mh, don't worry. You’ll get what you need.”
Steps sounded; a drawer door slid open, and he listened to soft jingling, metal clasps clicking together and leather brushing against other stripes of fabric. He allowed himself to relax for a moment, taking deep breaths to anchor himself.
The broad bondage soon hugged his waist, got wrapped around his front and pulled tight via velcro on his lower back, and then Aventurine stood up on the bed, clicking the carabiner of two long bands into two of the many hooks on the ceiling. Leaning down, he attached the ends on the sides of the harness.
Ratio exhaled gently as his ass got lifted off the mattress, now hovering in the air.
Aventurine secured matching thigh garters as well, tight leather digging into flushed skin. Two straps got clipped onto the garters, connecting them with the harness, stretching over his plump cheeks. Aventurine pulled on one, let it slap against the bruised flesh, and Ratio moaned, spreading his legs invitingly.
The mattress dipped when Aventurine settled behind him, and then the vibrations ceased. Ratio's face squished into the pillow, huffing.
Aventurine's touch returned, hands sliding down his back and reaching his cheeks, one settling on his ass to indulgently squeeze and knead the bruised flesh, spreading them even more.
His other hand grasped the handle of the plug. Ratio swallowed, felt him tug experimentally, testing how tense he was. He was met by some resistance– his fingers curled around the t-shaped handle, settling his thumb on the outer side.
Aventurine pulled.
Ratio’s eyes rolled back, jaw dropping at the sudden girth spreading him open, a slick squelch sounding between his legs.
Inch after inch, the plug slid out wet and easy until the bulbous tip bumped against his entrance. With a final tug, the toy popped out, drenched in lube, shimmering in the light.
He'd begun to pant, flushed all the way to his chest.
His rim pulsed, open and dripping, attempting to close but unable to do so, clear lubricant pouring out with each time he automatically constricted.
Even now, he was eager and dripping, felt awfully empty despite the tenderness, the lack of weight settled deep inside strange and foreign.
From behind, a wrecked moan sounded, and then there were two hands on his ass and a mouth on his rim.
Ratio shuddered, unable to escape because of the harness, hyperaware of Aventurine’s every touch.
“Ah– sir–”
Aventurine merely groaned like a starved man, kissing it open-mouthed, then starting to flick and swirl his tongue.
He held him fixed in place, sucked on the bottom of the loose ring of muscle, pushed into his prenerium. Ratio’s hips bucked, though he didn't move an inch, fully consigned to Aventurine's will.
Hot breath fanned against his skin, turned ragged as he ate him out, fixated on his rim the entire time.
Grunts and groans strummed Aventurine’s vocal cords, reverberated deep in his chest, lost in his own pursuit of pleasure. He swallowed his taste, slightly scented lube mixed with his musk, licked and kissed and sucked until Ratio became putty in his hands. It was no secret he had a thing for oral – be it kissing, marking up his body like his personal canvas, giving or receiving head, though this had to be his absolute favorite.
Especially with how reactive his dear was. He could already hear his mewls and gasps, wet and drawn-out, feel him try to clench and wriggle out of his grasp.
“Too much, ah, sir, it’s too much,” Ratio moaned, yet spread his legs further, pushed into his skilled tongue as it both soothed and undid him further.
Aventurine purred, let the vibration of it travel through hot flesh, ceasing his indulgent lapping to piston a little deeper. It slithered in, dragged over the underside, pulled out along the upper side.
He would've praised him for his taste if his brain could form anything more coherent than a lust-drunk moan at the moment, kissing him again, applying suction to get him to relax fully.
Ratio cried out, no longer holding back.
Here, he could finally be loud, the overstimulation just on the right side of too much to reach painful perfection. Aventurine had ordered him to do nothing but endure his punishment, and even though he was restrained, he felt so free the relief of it all sent him straight into another orgasm.
Clear fluid shot out his cock, spilled onto the sheets as Aventurine continued eating him out, a hum of amused approval buzzing into flushed skin.
Ratio saw white, mouth agape, Aventurine's tongue working him through it, pumping in and out, plush lips kissing his hypersensitive hole, pulling on the loose ring of muscle.
Time slowed, Aventurine losing himself in altruism, so consumed he never even thought of dropping a hand to pull his own cock out, letting it remain forgotten and straining against his underwear.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, mixed with the lube. Ratio was hot all over, his hole oh so receptive to his ministrations, throbbing and twitching yet never closing up, stretched nice and loose for him to devour. Sometimes, he'd move to kiss his ass, placing a bite on a cheek, soon returning to his inviting rim, red and puffy and dripping for him.
His hands moved from his ass to his thighs, groped him absentmindedly, massaged jittery muscles and dragged nails over the sensitive inner sides.
Self-restrain bowed to raw need, his usual controlled, calculated voice moaning and groaning without filter, guttural and low and raspy. Ratio merely whined in response, fumbling with the pillow in his arms, drooling on the cover and blinking through tears.
Eventually, Aventurine pulled away, sitting up as he panted, jaw dropped and aching, lips shiny, spit and lube smeared all over his chin.
Half-lidded, blown eyes stared at his ass, cheeks red from his spanking, hole glistening prettily. He let out a breathless groan, finally wiped his mouth on his sleeve, too turned on to care about having to wash it later.
Ratio wasn't fairing any better, ringing for air just the same, unable to string words together in his head, let alone his tongue.
A raspy laugh shook the blond's chest, a loopy grin stretching across his face. With a dreamy sigh, he leaned forward, gave his cheek another bite, kissed it for a long moment, using the time to collect himself.
He straightened up, sat back on his ass and ran a hand through his hair, using the other to quickly unbutton his shirt. Goddess, he was burning up.
Ratio got a break while he cleared out his mouth and drank an entire bottle of water from the nightstand. After he set it down again, he gave one of his cheeks a few light pats.
“You there, baby?”
A grunt. Aventurine chuckled, met Ratio’s hazy, half-lidded eyes over his shoulder.
“Couldn't stop thinking about doing this all day,” he continued, focusing on his hole again, pupils dilating even more, the hand on his ass cupping it, pulling it to the side. “And fuck, you never disappoint.”
A shudder went through Ratio, muscles on his back rippling, muffling his whine.
Fingers slid between spread cheeks, tentatively placed themselves over his stretched hole. Ratio's breath hitched. They swiped up and down, circled the dripping rim, pulled to feel how easily it gave. “Mmhnn..”
“Look how sensitive you are,” he murmured, tugging, and Ratio moaned. He arched his back to give better access – the touch burnt deliciously, melted him down like candlewax.
Ratio had entered those depths now, pliant and willing for more. He used to be much worse at handling overstimulation, though with a dom as dedicated and intense as Aventurine, it was inevitable his endurance improved.
Touch no longer struck him like lightning, but burned away at his mind, melted him down for Aventurine to mold to his wishes. It was soothing, drifting in dark waters, anchored by the harness, by Aventurine’s presence.
“Stretched nice and open for me,” Aventurine continued, voice rough, “just begging to be filled.”
“Mmngh..”
He began to pump his fingers in and out shallowly, Ratio too loose to clench properly around them, the squelches of his pulsing core lewd.
Aventurine steered clear of his prostate, the tenderness of his insides mindnumbing, tugging on overworked strings.
His thighs quivered, and he rolled his hips. Everything felt 10x more intense; his nerves were frayed, though he laid himself bare for Aventurine to weave as he so pleased, eyes falling shut.
“Heavens, just look at you. Already wrecked and I'm not even done with you yet.”
Ratio shuddered.
“And? Can you handle more, slut? Or have I proven your brazen claim from yesterday wrong? Or do we require some more testing before voiding your hypothesis?”
Swallowing thickly, Ratio shifted on his arms, summoning the remainder of his strength.
“M-mh… I– I can… I can handle more,” he said, hoarse.
If Aventurine was surprised, he didn't voice it. He'd given him an out, as he often did – an olive branch to pledge admission of defeat, soften the blow of his punishment and earn him soft praise.
But Ratio didn't want to grasp it, a strange, unyielding desire to be fully dominated reigning supreme in his heart. Above, in the last coherent corner of his brain, he thought of Aventurine’s cock, how he's been aching to have him inside all day, feel his rigid heat instead of that unfeeling toy.
His line of thought led him to a realization.
Had Aventurine… only come once, the entire day?
By design, Aventurine focused on Ratio’s body far more than his own, the pleasure he got from making Ratio lose himself far more gratifying than simply getting his rocks off. Though even by those standards, once an entire day was exceptionally little.
The mattress dipped, brought him back to the present.
Through heavy lids, Ratio watched Aventurine undress, climbing back onto the bed soon after.
One hand splayed out on his spine just above the harness. Aventurine held himself at the base, the length hot and heavy in his hand, giving an excited twitch at the sight Ratio offered. Saliva pooled in Aventurine’s mouth, and he swallowed, kneeling there between his spread legs, pushing his hips forward. The cockhead kissed his rim, slid in with slick ease, and his vision blurred, going deeper in one clean thrust.
“Ah!–”
Aventurine took his hand off his dick, reached out and grabbed Ratio by the hair as he sheathed himself fully inside, listening to his lewd moan and nearly coming on the spot. Despite it all, Aventurine was still bigger than the toy had been – the girth similar, allowed for a smooth glide, though the additional inches certainly made Ratio pant. It stretched him deep inside, filled him up in a way the toy couldn't dream of, slick walls clamping down and pulsing around his cock.
Head tipping back, Aventurine slotted his hips against his ass, fingers curling into dark curls and tugging.
“Heavens, yeah, that's it– that's… ohh–”
He pulled back, thrust back in, slick squelching interrupted by the slap of skin on skin, and Ratio groaned, throbbing hard. Aventurine huffed, sharp, began to set a quick rhythm, putting less weight into his thrusts to favor speed.
Ratio’s face was lifted off the pillow by his unwavering grip on his hair, fucking him from behind and forcing his back into a mouthwatering arch, blown eyes staring at the way sweat shone on his contracting muscles, shoulder blades shifting whenever he writhed.
“God, you're so fucking hot,” he said under his breath, heady, tightening his hold and grinding deep, leaning over him to fuck him into the mattress. Ratio’s mouth fell open with a loud moan, legs kicking out, hips kept in place by the harness.
“Could've been a pornstar with that whore mouth of yours,” a hand came down on his ass, cupped the cheek right after, gave him more leverage. “Hah, I'm glad you're not. Get to have this all to myself, mmh–”
His rhythm turned harsher, the cock driving into him turning his brain to mush, dragging over sensitive nerves over and over to feel him clench and shake.
In out in out in out – Aventurine’s voice dropped, obsessed with the heat encasing him, sucking him deeper, the wet schlick each time he pulled out, the lewd smack each time he hit deep.
“Veritas, come.”
Ratio inhaled sharply, spilling white onto the sheets and milking him in pulses, shivering all over in the aftermath. Aventurine fucked him through it, groaning, his own strings seizing up, hips stuttering on his next thrust.
“Mmh–”
His cock slammed home, twitched hard and shot his load into him, filling him with heady grinds, pulling a few inches back and shoving all the way in. Elation so bright it stole Aventurine’s vision exploded behind his eyelids, the tension of his lower belly rushing out in a stream of pure light, racing up his spine and spreading out to the tips of his fingers, to the ends of his feet.
He found himself draped over Ratio’s back, breathing heavily into his nape, both hands having found their way to his tits. Absentmindedly, he kneaded them, rolled stiff nipples between his fingers, slowly coming down from his high.
Ratio's hole milked him all throughout, the pleasure just searing enough to make him fill out again, dripping rim pursed around his base, swollen and irresistible.
When Ratio felt him grow hard and aching, he let out a weak little whine, swallowing around a cry, and Aventurine purred, kissed his flushed skin, sucked and bit a new mark into his dear. Leaning more of his weight into him to make him appear even heavier inside, he tugged on his nipples, gave his bound ass some slow, indulgent grinds.
“Let’s go again. You can give me another one,” Aventurine purred into his ear, sliding a hand down his chest, finding his stomach painted in his own release, swiping through the cum, getting to his quivering abs and playfully pulling on his navel.
“Mh– ngh– sir…”
His voice was fragile, pleading oh so delicately, and it only made more blood rush to his cock, letting out a rough chuckle.
“What a mess you've made of yourself…” He reached his dick hanging between his legs, dripping wet and wrung dry, fingers curling around and pumping him once. Ratio whimpered, bucked away and fucked himself deeper in the process, breaking off into a lewd moan.
Aventurine grinned, dragged his teeth down his throat and bit down at the crook of it, licking across the indents with a patience Ratio couldn't comprehend. Everything had long flown into one endless swirl of pleasure, his mind lost in the current, barely clinging to reality.
The flames ate away at him, and there's barely anything left to burn, and he's the ash and the smoke and the flame itself and when Aventurine pulled back and slammed inside, all that was left for him to do was burst.
A fresh rush of painful pleasure raced through him, mouth agape and eyes wide and vacant.
Past the tremors gaining full control over his body and leaving him to shake all over, there's a voice – the anchor that keeps him from drowning, keeps him from getting lost in the eternal swirl.
“Good boy.”
Warmth filled him once more, and faintly, he could feel the heavy cock slide out, could feel warm hands caress his shivering limbs.
When Aventurine undid the carabiner by the harness, his dear dropped onto the bed, cum dripping from his hole, the lewd display making him pause for a moment, licking his lips.
Goddess, he really looked the most beautiful when absolutely debauched.
Slurring his words, Ratio promised he'd be good, that he's sorry, that his commands give him so much, tongue loose as the rest of his body, blinking up at him through clumped up lashes. Tears filled his eyes, spilled over and ran down his face, joined the drool on the pillow. He repeated himself until he reached incoherence, and Aventurine sweetly shushed him, wiped at his tears and stroked his hair.
“I believe you baby, shh, I'm not upset with you anymore,” his words were a soothing caress, quelling the cold waves threatening to pull him under. He swallowed around sobs, leaned into Aventurine's palm. “Mhm, you endured so well. A new record for sure.”
Aventurine knew Ratio wasn't comprehending most of it, but kept on talking in the same warm yet commanding tenor, watching awareness flicker in glassy eyes the longer he spoke.
“You're good, baby.”
Ratio hadn't passed out – yet. He responded to his voice with small whines and sighs, blinked up at him when he brushed hair out of his face, managed a sleepy smile when Aventurine kissed him softly.
He was content to lay there as Aventurine took the harness off and began wiping him down with wet tissues and then a soft towel, turning him onto his back to get to his front and repeating the process.
His hands were warm, and he never missed an opportunity to caress his dear, massaging the jittery muscles to listen to his content sighs, kissing his chest and stomach, light and sweet.
Aventurine let him drift and stare at the ceiling, slowly grounding him with his touch.
It doubled as his own down-time, cleared his head up even as his heart swelled up with affection, tempted to forsake his duties and just cuddle him for the next few hours.
He left his hypersensitive hole alone for now, merely cleaning the cum and lube off his thighs and ass, Ratio letting him move his legs with no resistance at all. It never failed to settle heavy in his loins, seeing his muscular figure loose like a ragdoll, content to be moved around as he so wished.
When Aventurine cupped his face to check on him after returning to the bed with a fluffy bathrobe, Ratio had already fallen asleep.
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Ratio got stirred awake by warm lips on his nape, found himself in their bedroom, under soft covers and dressed in a comfortable nightgown. His ass was still tender, and he could smell the salve they use for bruise care.
There's an arm draped over his middle. He slid his own hand to his stomach, brushing over Aventurine's fingers.
“...You awake?” Come a voice from behind, familiar and drowsy from sleep.
“Mhm,” he hummed, turned to lay on his back to look at Aventurine in the dark.
“You feeling okay?”
“Yes, just… sore.”
Aventurine chuckled, curled up at his side, head buried in the crook of his neck. “So, did I sufficiently prove you wrong?”
He swallowed, voice coming out rough. “Yeah.”
Aventurine smiled into his skin. “Good.”
Memories came flooding back to him, and he chewed on his lip, still holding Aventurine’s hand under the covers.
“I… I do care for what you have to say. Not just your commands. I meant that, I wasn't just babbling it earlier.”
Aventurine held him a little tighter, kissing his neck.
“Will you tell me what brought this on, yesterday? What happened that made you so frustrated you lashed out?”
Ratio stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed.
“A medicine I played a major part in developing got put on the market recently, and the marketing development department drove up the initial pricing by up to 500%– I just– felt powerless– and … your control didn't feel good like usual it just– reminded me of…”
He trailed off, staring holes into the blanket, a dash of bitter frustration joining the warm, worn-out tranquility of before.
Aventurine hummed, fingers curling by his side.
“Skott still owes me, you know. I could get you in touch with upper management there…”
Ratio looked at him, brows furrowed.
“Suggesting a price cap won't fix the overall problem, but with your position, a proposal like that should hold some weight. Especially if made public with the SID backing your proposition.”
“You’d… do that?”
“For my socialist boyfriend stuck in our capitalist hellscape, why yes of course.”
Ratio snorted, an incredulous smile pulling on his lip. “...You’re ridiculous.”
“I do mean it, though,” Aventurine murmured. “I’ll draft a publicity case for it in the coming days.”
He continued swiping his thumb over the back of Aventurine’s hand, tilted his head to nuzzle into his soft, recently washed hair. “How about naming it ‘dead patients can't pay’?”
His boyfriend laughed, dry. “A compelling title.”
“The MDD would suggest otherwise.” His eyelid twitched at the email he’d gotten in response yesterday.
“And you’d win that debate any day,” Aventurine said, nosing along his throat and reaching his jaw, sucking a mark into the spot he knew to be sensitive. Ratio squirmed, though it achieved Aventurine’s goal of ridding him of the bitterness in his tone, complaining hoarsely.
He let up, licking over the hickey before tilting his head to look Ratio in the eyes.
“See? You’re not powerless at all.”
Although he huffed, Ratio’s heart did feel lighter, a small, genuine smile appearing on his lips.
“...You’re right.”
“Mmh, I love hearing that from you.”
Air rushed out his mouth in an amused hiss. “Oh, shut up.”
Aventurine hummed, kissing a path down his neck, making flustered butterflies whirl in his stomach.
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A whole eight months ago, Aventurine had introduced these specific edging sessions to him.
In the early stages of their romantic entanglement, Aventurine had introduced BDSM to him, and by the time they'd moved in together and Aventurine began upgrading their playroom, their sessions had become something Ratio genuinely looked forward to. It brought them inner peace, allowed for them to let go of all their pent-up emotions, and it certainly got them hot and bothered. (And resulted in the best sex he's ever had, and was sure he ever would have.)
So, when Aventurine brought the idea of training him to come by command up, he’d popped a boner by the dinner table and promptly buried his burning face in his hands. Aventurine had laughed, lightly brushing his foot against his shin under the table.
“I would get you to the brink over and over, strapping you to one of the fuckmachines or using a vibrating dildo,” he continued, and Ratio honest-to-god almost moaned aloud, spreading his fingers to look across and watch Aventurine speak with glowing eyes, blown just like his own. Oh, they would be lucky if they made it to the bedroom after this - but with how this was going, Ratio was sure they’d end up fucking in the kitchen. Again. Damn his boyfriend and his inability to keep bedroom talks in the bedroom.
“I’d like to finger you during the training too, but it would fuck up my wrist if I did that for over an hour,” Aventurine chuckled darkly, and Ratio whined. “So we’d mainly use the fuckmachines, yeah?”
Ratio nodded, not trusting his own voice right now.
“Keep ‘em pumping ‘til you’re a crying, begging mess, wrists bound to keep you from yanking or touching yourself… And you’d wanna come so badly, but I’d tell you to hold it over and over, until you’re at the real breaking point. And then… I would count. From ten to one. And only then, when I order you, then you can come.”
“And if I come before then?”
“Hm, a punishment would be in order, don't you think?”
Ratio whimpered.
…They did not make it to the bedroom, that evening.
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At first, Aventurine had used a cockring along with a countdown form 10, pulling it off and making him hold it until he reached 1, then commanding him to come.
It'd worked like a charm, sent ripples through his body from the intensity, trembling hard as he came down from his highs with sharp inhales and exhausted exhales.
Aventurine would shut the fuckmachine off, the toy leaving his hypersensitive insides, praising him softly. He would pet his hair, caress him down, the touch warm and grounding, massaging the quivering muscles of his stomach. When Ratio’s breathing stabilized, he'd lean down and kiss him, gently stroke his cock if he so wished or remove his binds if Ratio wanted to cuddle.
He did the same when he fucked him properly, getting him to the brink with the cockring on, slowing his thrusts and steering clear of his prostate to let the energy simmer down before building it up again. It was fun, watching him squirm and gasp and thrash.
On the rare occasion he'd reach for the ring in his frustration, Aventurine would yank him by the wrists, pin them to the bed, issue a warning – if he tried again, he'd cuff his hands to the bedpost. Ratio would throb around his cock, the sharpness of being denied mixing with the anticipation of punishment, making it worse when Aventurine edged him even longer as a consequence.
And how mean it was, that Aventurine got to come deep inside him multiple times while he lay there suffering.
He was close again – and then the ring was gone, and he was barreling toward the edge.
“Hold it. Ten.”
Mouth agape, he gasped, filled his lungs with air, going completely still, doing everything in his power to hold it back. Everything burned, and he wanted to let go so badly.
“Nine.”
Aventurine’s words were infused with pride and awe, and Ratio clung to it, thankful he'd buried himself deep and stopped thrusting in.
“Eight.”
His breathing was clipped; if he relaxed just a bit, he'd break immediately.
“Seven.”
Aventurine’s own voice was husky, ragged in the way Ratio knew he was in deep, too. “Six.” A roll of hips – Ratio hissed through his teeth, tensed all over. “Hm. Five.” If he wasn't busy with not falling apart, he would've cursed at him for being so entertained by his struggle.
“Four.”
Aventurine was grinding into him now, rocking back and forth, dragging over his prostate over and over. Ratio whimpered, bit down on his lip, eyes pressing shut.
“Three.”
Aventurine didn't need to hold onto his wrists anymore – the touch left, traveled down his arms, a hand spreading out on his trembling chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath. “Two.” Ratio’s breath hitched. “One.”
“Come.”
A broken moan tore itself out his throat. He flinched, body wracked by hard tremors, coming untouched, thick ropes splattering onto his own chest.
Aventurine was panting quietly, eyes growing fuzzy, grabbing his waist and fucking him through the orgasm, needy, losing rhythm and finishing sloppily, pulling out and collapsing on top of him. Ratio's whole body was still shivering, calmed lightly by the warm weight pressing him into the mattress, anchoring him as he feared his heart was going to break out of his chest. Aventurine buried his face in his neck, held him loosely, catching his breath after a long moment. Ratio was still out of commission, though his breathing had slowed, too, the waves of pleasure growing less intense with each deep exhale.
“Good, breathe nice and deep, you did so well, Veritas.”
Another shudder went through him, a happy sigh accompanying his next exhale.
It didn't always work, of course – but the instances of him not making it to Aventurine's command were becoming rarer, and after about four months, he no longer used the cockring. – Well, for release training, at least.
The first time he did it without the ring, Ratio could only handle being edged for half as long as before, begging for mercy after just three times.
Aventurine’s voice turned soft. “One more time. Can you hold out for one more, baby?”
Ratio had heaved but nodded, the burning need starting to fizzle out since Aventurine had pulled out all the way to the tip.
“Yes, sir, haah–”
Aventurine purred, kissed him, began to piston into him again. And so it went. It didn't take long for Ratio to start trembling again, bucking into his thrusts, moaning wetly.
He seized up– and–
“Hold it. Ten.”
Gritting his teeth, his face scrunched up, head tipped back, going rigid all over. His cock was pulsing, enough blood rushing downward to make him go lightheaded.
“Nine.”
Aventurine had stopped thrusting, grinding deep inside, holding his waist.
“Eight.”
Ratio whimpered, clenched around his cock, the pressure on his prostate hitting him like electricity.
“Seven.”
Aventurine’s face was close, speaking against his open mouth, pink-blue eyes blown and intense, watching him struggle.
“Six.”
Ratio’s hips stuttered, and he gasped, sharp, clawing into the sheets to keep himself from falling over the edge.
“Five.”
Aventurine sounded pleased.
“Four.”
The hands on his waist were warm, fingers curling, pushing into tense muscles and soft flesh.
“Three.”
Ratio’s abs twitched, keeping his hips from lifting off the bed.
“Two.”
He huffed, eyes tightly shut, toes curling up.
“One.”
“Come.”
He came with a wail, trembling all over, bucking once and going completely slack right after. He was panting, a delirious grin stretching plump lips, giggles breaking free, high on the rush.
“There we go, good boy.”
Warm hands were caressing him, roaming up and down his sides, kneading his shaking thighs and cupping his ass. Somewhere in the haze of pleasure and relief, he felt something hot fill him up, distant squelching picked up by his ears.
When the high began to wear off, a familiar, all-encompassing heaviness followed, made him melt into the mattress, dozing off. His neck was being kissed, his eyes just open enough to gaze at blond hair, falling shut with a satisfied sigh.
From then on, the countdown slimmed down over weeks and months, dropping from ten to eight to six and three. By then, Aventurine didn't even need to edge him for it to work – they could be in the middle of making out, in the middle of Ratio giving him head, a few minutes into using the fuckmachine, and Aventurine could simply say “Three.” and Ratio would go rigid, breath hitching and suddenly close to an orgasm.
Now that the countdown was fully established, Aventurine planned to mix it up.
Ratio was naked, strapped to one of their fuckmachines in their playroom, riding the sybian buck while Aventurine watched, stroking his cock, leaned back in the seat, fully clothed spare for his open fly and lack of underwear.
Ratio's arms were hanging at his sides, wrists bound to elastic ropes, connected to hooks in the floor. This way, lifting his hips would use up additional strength, left him fully sheathed should he stop fighting gravity, the large dildo attached to the buck stretching him wide.
He’d been strapped for a mere ten minutes, face flushed but eyes still bright and aware, clouded by lust but no less invigorated. He rode it at a quick pace, each drop making a wet slapping sound, each rise accompanied by a slick squelch.
Ratio’s hole was thoroughly prepared with a copious amount of lube, which already told him he'd be stuck here for a considerable length of time. He swallowed, an excited shiver running down his back, building some grinds in, circling his hips and angling his pelvis to let the toy rub into his prostate.
“Aaah…” His jaw dropped, a blissed out moan tumbling out, keeping himself at the height and grinding to hit the spot over and over.
Aventurine let out an amused huff, fist tightening around his own dick. “Having fun?”
“Mmhnn..!”
Laughter filled his ears, and he shuddered, sunk back down and lifted himself again.
“Eight.”
Ratio opened his eyes with a start, glanced up to Aventurine's mischievous smirk, lowering himself slowly.
“B-but I'll–”
“Be very sensitive if I make you come so early, mh?”
Ratio’s cheeks grew even hotter, and nervous yet aroused flames licked at his insides, made him squirm.
“Yes, sir.”
“What if I want that?”
He swallowed. Overstimulation had always been the way to make him fold the fastest – he was good at enduring being edged, despite what his thrashing and whimpers might suggest. Although he certainly struggled, he could take it for close to three hours, granted Aventurine gave him enough time to calm his heart between the build up. But overstimulation? Being fucked through an orgasm and raced straight to another? Fingered until his prostate was so tender even the slightest brush felt like electric shocks? Milked until he coated the sheets in clear fluid, unable to produce any more thick cum?– Oh, it wrecked him.
Though, just like with anything else, Aventurine loved to test his limits. His current record was eight orgasms within two hours. – Ratio still shuddered at the memory.
“Veritas.”
His breath hitched on an inhale when he realized he'd zoned out and failed to respond.
“Ah– Sorry. Please give me your orders.”
Aventurine hummed, still leisurely pumping himself, and Ratio's eyes dipped, got a little distracted in the stretch of silence, and he sunk down on the toy again, moaning as he pictured sinking on Aventurine’s cock instead.
“It's quite simple, this time,” his dom said, and Ratio tightened around the toy, knew that his ‘simple’ ideas were often the most strenuous ones, “all you need to do is keep on riding until you can't anymore.”
He heaved, the words clouding his mind, the implications settling deep in his belly, hot and exhilarating.
“What… what counts as ‘can't’, specifically?” Ratio asked, starting to move his hips up and down again, biting his lip at the feeling of the tip pulling on his rim.
“Once you're physically unable to lift yourself.”
“Mmh–”
His ass met the buck with a loud smack, grinding hard, and–
“Seven.”
His dick twitched, arched up against his stomach, had him swallow a shuddering whine.
“Six.”
His breathing picked up, a wave of heat rushing through him from top to bottom, thighs squeezing the sides of the buck.
“Mh-mh, Veritas, go slow.”
Thrown off, he followed the order regardless, set a slow and heavy pace, forgetting about the counter in the following minutes. Until now, Aventurine had never drawn the countdown out like that – once he was fully in rhythm, his brain ceased to think about the anomaly, sinking into the pleasant haze that came with Aventurine’s heady gaze on him.
“Mh, that's better. You won't hold out for long if you use up all your energy now.”
Ratio responded with a lewd affirmative, the consistent, slow stimulation starting to get to him. He was by no means unathletic – no, his strong build was perhaps the only thing allowing their play to go on for as long and hard as it sometimes did. But the elastic binds added more weight, the strain going to his shoulders, down his back, to his hips, legs having to put in way more effort than usual.
“I think you could make it to an hour, if you really tried.”
“Ngh… I'll– I'll try for– for you.”
An approving hum.
“Five.”
“Haah– ah..” His hips stuttered. “Sir–”
“Come.”
The orgasm tore through him so quickly and so intensely he flinched as if he'd been kicked.
Thick ropes of cum shot from his dick, splattered on the ground before him, and his thighs twitched hard, trying to close, pressing into the buck. Labored breaths made it past his spit-slick lips, mouth agape since his jaw had dropped, head lolling forward.
Blinking through tears, he swallowed hard, licked up the drool on his chin, tilting his head back to fill his lungs with more air. His hips were jittery, though he began to move up and down again, earning himself a ‘good boy’.
His insides throbbed around the toy, and it felt so much larger, so much harder, dragging against sensitive walls, still so slick he had no issue sliding it in and out. The slick covered the buck abundantly, his inner thighs glistening and slippery.
Gasps and moans got punched out his lungs each time he sank down, the fullness overwhelming while the lack of gravitational pull relieved him. – The dichotomy muddled his brain, and he went under, vision blurring as he swayed.
Even so, he kept on riding the toy, trying to get used to the unique mix of pain and pleasure. He was still tender from his orgasm, though the burning heat melted into the flow; Aventurine saw the shift in his expression, sharp awareness slipping under, getting replaced by a beautiful trance.
Through half-lidded eyes, Ratio watched Aventurine get up from his seat and come closer. He continued the cyclical movements of his hips, slow and deep just how Aventurine had asked of him.
“Mmh, I should dress you up in pretty lingerie next time. Or a harness…”
Ratio merely moaned, grinding harder, pressing his prenerium into the silicone bump at the top of the dildo.
A hand settled on his hair.
“Show me your face, baby.”
And so he did, getting slapped by the cock in front of his face, letting out a startled little whimper.
“Hm. Open.”
Ratio opened his mouth wide, already offering his tongue, laying it flat over his lower row of teeth.
Aventurine's eyes turned to crescents with his smile. “How well trained you are,” he drawled, voice husky, “now don't waste any of it, yeah?”
It was the only warning he got – Aventurine pumped his cock one last time, and then it coated his tongue in bitter white, some of it landing on his cheeks and nose, dripping down his face. Ratio shuddered, eyes rolling back, keeping his head in place but continuing to ride the toy.
Aventurine pet his hair with a low groan, stroking himself through his orgasm, hips stuttering subtly.
Ratio swallowed the first pulse, licking his lips to catch the dripping cum, inching closer. Then, he looked up, glassy eyes pleading wordlessly.
Aventurine huffed, amused. “Yes, you may.”
He wrapped his lips around the tip, sucked and lapped at the slit, teased the remaining bursts out with talented flicks – the fingers in his hair curled, tugged just right. Making a pleased noise in his throat, he took more of his cock into his mouth, moaning at the taste, enjoying the warmth of it, heavy and pulsing on his tongue.
Aventurine let him indulge for a moment, then pulled him back, sliding out with a sigh, watching him swallow and lick his lips.
“Four.”
His cock-drunk bliss was interrupted by heat racing up his spine. He winced, staring at him with wide eyes.
Aventurine merely smiled, caressing his face once before stepping back and settling back into his comfortable seat.
And so it went – a few minutes later, he'd worked himself up again, the slow pace getting torturous.
Ratio whimpered.
“What is it, my dear?”
“Ah– please, can I go faster? I can handle it, I promise, I– m-m-mh..” Tremors went through his lower half, knees thumping against the buck as he tried to close his legs and squeeze the dildo deeper.
“My, my, you're eager to wring yourself dry today, aren't you?”
Ratio only managed to shakily pant in response. “Please..!”
“It has been fifteen minutes, after all… Yes, you may go faster.”
Swallowing around an influx of saliva, Ratio nodded quickly, ignoring the impending burn of his leg muscles. "Thank you, thank you..”
He raised his hips, dropped down, repeated the motion over and over, the lewd slapping growing louder, the many pumps of lubricant making the glide brainmeltingly easy and wet. Thoughts ceased to exist; all he could feel was the pleasure, ramming into him, dragging over that bundle of nerves, rubbing and rubbing and making him see stars.
He was drooling, mouth agape as his jaw relaxed fully. He'd closed his eyes, head hanging low, bending forward and arching his back to swing his hips in a better angle, riding the buck quick and aggressively.
Pre cum spilled from his cock, bobbing with each slam, and he was almost–
Oh. Oh no.
“Sir,” he gasped, blinking through the haze, staring up at his dom, cock giving an excited twitch when Aventurine was already staring at him, face flushed, pupils blown, “Sir, c-can I come? Please, please, can I–”
“Hold it.”
He snapped his mouth shut, swallowed hard, milking the toy automatically, wishing it was Aventurine’s real cock so he could feel him seize up and flex his thighs to keep himself from fucking into him. Mmh.. bad. Bad idea to think about that, oh boy.
“Please,” Ratio begged instead, only realizing now that the binds on his wrist not only added weight, but also kept him from touching his dick – he would need to come untouched anytime he sought relief. A soft whimper broke apart in his throat.
“What a needy little thing you are,” Aventurine mused, palming himself, casually cupping his own cheek, still so composed while Ratio looked nothing but debauched.
“Please, I can't– ngh– I– please, please..”
Each beg was accompanied by a hard slam of his hips, and he would surely have some bruising on his inner thighs later, though he didn't care about that now, didn't care about anything but the permission to come.
“Okay.”
He–
H..huh?
So perplexed it pulled some of his consciousness forth, he gaped at Aventurine.
The man tilted his head, and with each second that passed where Ratio's cock didn't shoot out a load, his eyebrows raised a little higher. An intoxicated-sounding laugh left his mouth, and then he gripped his own dick tight, head falling back.
“Oh, Veritas… you…”
Ratio whimpered, still frantically riding the buck. “Please…!”
Collecting himself a little, Aventurine looked at him again, fucking into his fist to off-set the insane feeling of absolute control flooding his brain.
“What are you begging for, Veritas? I already gave you permission.” He asked, voice rough, drinking up his responding whine.
Almost every orgasm Ratio had had in the past eight months has had Aventurine’s command before it.
Ratio, as he was now, in front of his dom, who had given him permission so so many times, could not break through the internal barrier without it. “I– I need– need it, say– say it, command me, please, sir, I–”
Perhaps if he was able to touch himself, he wouldn't need to beg so pathetically, could make himself come – but there was something so mindnumbingly gratifying about Aventurine having control over his body like this that he didn't even want to circumvent it.
Aventurine let out a shuddering breath.
He licked his lips, and time seemed to slow.
“Veritas, come.”
Ratio folded into himself with a cry of relief.
His legs shook, muscles spasming, his throbbing length coming all over the front of the buck. It shot out in long pulses as he heaved for air, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Darkness encroached, stole his vision and his thoughts.
Distantly, he felt a soft touch on his burning cheek, swiping at something wet – oh, he was crying.
“Shhh, shh, oh baby, I'm so proud of you, you… mh.. this is– so hot, fuck I can't focus, ahah,” Aventurine was struggling to stay in comfort mode, glancing around and grabbing a cold bottle of water from the minibar near them.
Their playroom was well equipped with just about anything they needed – he unscrewed the cap and kept on caressing his face, downing more than half in two long gulps. It helped push his mind out of the deep sea it wished to float in, and he set it down, stroking Ratio's back instead.
Ratio was panting quietly, drifting in and out of consciousness, slack on the buck, moaning wetly when the dildo shifted inside him.
Aventurine had planned for this to go on much longer. But… no, neither of them could handle more, he knew.
Pulling him into a gentle embrace, he undid the binds around his wrists, lifted numb arms and settled them on his shoulders, let Ratio hug him loosely. Then, he came to hold his thighs, lifted him off the dildo, sweetly shushing his whimpers, and set him down on the front of the buck, the thick toy standing ramrod straight between his cheeks. A relieved little sigh brushed against Aventurine’s skin. Ratio had blindly nuzzled his face onto the crook of his neck; he let him, humming, waiting for Ratio to calm down.
His legs spasmed in intervals, and he began to knead them, kissing the crown of his head, drawing him back to the shore of the waking.
…
Through the haze, Ratio slurred, tongue heavy in his mouth. “You're... here..? ‘s ov’r alr’dy..?”
“Mmhm,” Aventurine stroked his back, let him lean his weight into him, one hand remaining on his thigh, feeling his jackrabbit pulse beneath jittery flesh. “Try to lift yourself.”
It took a moment for the order to pass through the cotton filling his mind. When he understood, he nodded. The muscles of his lower half tensed up– and–
His ass did not move. It remained right there on the buck, slick with lube, sliding side to side as he swayed in his arms.
“I– I can't, sir,” he sounded awed, “I'm– I can't move my legs.”
“Mmmh,” Aventurine’s response was more of an approving moan than anything, and it only fed the bright sparks in his chest, fireworks exploding and causing ripples all over. He hadn't lasted long, but he could see it, could feel it, how happy Aventurine was with him, looked at him as if he'd done something far more wonderful.
“You did so well, so good,” Aventurine continued, low and raspy, and Ratio preened under his praise, nuzzled himself deeper into the crook of his neck, “so fucking good, my dear.”
Goosebumps spread across his shoulders and arms. His body tingled all over, limbs weak, mind caught in Aventurine’s all-consuming warm current, clinging to the warmth embracing him, Aventurine’s voice, speaking into his ear.
“Let's get you a nice warm bath to nap in, mh?”
“I could… also… just sleep right here…”
Aventurine made an amused noise, carding fingers through his wild mane, dark hair sweaty and messy from his thrashing. “This can't be comfortable, baby.”
Ratio grumbled, shaky hands clutching at his shirt. “You're here. Warm. Smell nice.”
The body he was leaning on chuckled, and Ratio caught a small cry in its midst; blinking his eyes open, he tilted his head, looking up through thick lashes. And indeed, Aventurine's eyes wobbled, open in a way that was rare even after being together for so long – he kept on staring in awe, and warmth threatened to choke him, sun stuck in his throat.
I did that.
Aventurine smiled at him; slightly crooked, the most genuine one he owned. Ratio kissed him impulsively, got to watch Aventurine’s eyes widen in surprise, then grow half-lidded. A tongue quickly slipped between his lips, and he moaned; he'd missed his taste, missed his skilled tongue, gladly let it writhe around his own.
When they parted, they were both grinning, and Aventurine lightly tugged on his hair in reprimand. “You're distracting me, baby.”
At that, Ratio could only blink innocently, chasing after his lips again.
Aventurine indulged him, but not for long. “We can kiss as much as you want after I've taken care of you, alright?”
He grumbled but nodded, getting reminded of the drying lube on his inner thighs, the wetness starting to grow uncomfortably cold.
…
Once Aventurine had drawn him a nice, warm bath, he grew more timid, dozing off in the foamy water, letting him wash his hair and caress his tingling body. Soft kisses got peppered over his face, warmth spreading out and sparking in his chest, made him sigh quietly.
Wrapped up in a fluffy towel, he blinked slowly, watching Aventurine take a quick shower, coming out with curly hair and his full body on display. A stupid broad grin stretched across his face.
Aventurine noticed his stare and broke into a wheeze, waving his hand around. “What's up with you tonight?”
“Can I not admire my boyfriend?”
“Pssht...” Aventurine dried himself, then put his pajamas on, picking up Ratio’s soft nightgown. "Think you can get dressed on your own?”
“I'm floaty, not five, darling,” he said, exasperated, offering his hands, and Aventurine chuckled, throwing the clothes into his grasp.
Ever since then, Aventurine only needed to begin the countdown to work him up, and Ratio could come on command no matter where he was or what they were doing. – He trusted him with that power, then despite his mischievous personality, he never took it too far, didn't use it to humiliate him in public.
Not to mention, if he was in the totally wrong headspace for it, it didn't work – he had to be willing to be under Aventurine's control. And, while he could come without it, Ratio definitely preferred the added rush of coming on command, feeling that high reminiscent of all the hard months they'd worked on edging him to the brink.
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– 5 Days after the Punishment –
Aventurine came home from work later than usual.
The sky was already pitch-black, silver stars dotting the clear horizon, cold winds whistling through the streets, whipping hair into his face as he got out of the car. His breath traveled upwards, smoke dissipating in the breeze, locking the car with the click of a button.
He made his way up the stairs, finally sticking his key into the lock and turning it. Before he could turn the handle, it was opened from the inside; Ratio greeted him with a soft smile, stepping back to let Aventurine inside.
His shoulders dropped with his sigh, face blushing from the cold, dropping his bag to the ground and pulling his boyfriend into a kiss by his collar. He was wearing one of his fluffy sweaters, the material soft against his skin, and he’s so wonderfully warm Aventurine couldn't help but melt into him, wrapping his arms around to keep him trapped for longer. His lips were warm, too, brushed over his own, and his breath tickled whenever he breathed.
Ratio smelled freshly bathed, orange blossom and jasmine mixed with the ocean breeze, tasted like herbal tea– Aventurine had slipped his tongue between the seam of his mouth, and Ratio happily let him in, welcoming it with his own. It was slow, Aventurine swirling his tongue to savour instead of devour, closing his eyes as his heart swelled in his chest.
When they eventually parted, they remained close enough for their noses to brush, Aventurine whispering a breathless “hey” against his lips, blinking up at him.
“Hey,” came the similarly soft echo, Ratio holding him by the back of his head, fingers carding through blond strands. “I just got done with making dinner.”
Aventurine hummed, picking up on the scent of fried vegetables and rice, gaze dropping to Ratio’s mouth before flicking to his eyes. “Nice.”
And then he was kissing him again, deepening it from the start, sucking on his lower lip and dragging his teeth over it, soothing it with his tongue before it returned to conquering his mouth.
Ratio’s breath hitched, though he quickly adapted, applying some suction and swallowing around Aventurine, fingers in blond hair guiding him to tilt his head a little more. It’d been a rough week for them both.
It grew more heated as it went on, teeth nipping at plump lips, swallowing shared spit, soft, pleased sighs merging with their explorative licks. Synchronized heartbeats sped up, holding one another tighter, lost in their own little universe.
Ratio made a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat when Aventurine pulled away, no longer standing on his toes, putting some distance between them.
His eyes opened to see Aventurine already smiling up at him, mouth parting, uttering nothing but a single, simple command: “Come.”
A startled gasp died on his tongue, coming in his pants with no build-up whatsoever. Gaping at Aventurine with wide, hazy eyes, the sudden wave of pleasure made him weak in the knees. He slumped and dropped his head on his shoulder with a groan.
Aventurine chuckled, stroking his back, tilting to whisper into his ear.
“Good boy.”
It’d taken them months to get to this point, but he’d never been so proud. Ratio shuddered against him.
Grumbling, he tugged on blond hair while straightening up, an adorable furrow in his brows. “Now I’m sticky.”
Aventurine snorted. “Then go change. I just wanted you to be more relaxed for after dinner.”
Ratio squinted at him, obviously curious, though Aventurine didn’t elaborate, because of course he didn’t. And although Ratio disliked the feel of his now soiled pants, he couldn’t deny that the afterglow did feel pleasant, resonating warm and bright in his limbs.
While he went and got changed, Aventurine took the time to take his shoes and jacket off, making a quick detour into the bathroom before following the mouthwatering scent of his boyfriend’s excellent cooking skills.
Ratio joined him moments later, and they finished setting the table and sat down to eat.
Aventurine unabashedly moaned around the fork in his mouth, inhaling the next few bites at record speeds before pausing to gaze up at his boyfriend, stars practically shining all around his face. “This is so good, holy shit. Tastes almost exactly like back home.”
Ratio forced the corners of his mouth to stay down lest he grin as wide as the praise wanted him to, glancing off to the side. “...No need to flatter me.”
“I’m not!” Aventurine brushed his socked foot against his own under the table. “It’s from the recipe book my sister gifted us last winter, right?”
He nodded, beginning to eat again, chewing around the ridiculously lively butterflies in his stomach. He’d always been weak for compliments, so easily flustered he opted to look anywhere but the speaker’s eyes when they praised him, crossing his arms and hoping his hair would hide most of his blush and that his face-muscles would comply in repressing his bright smiles. He’d gotten a little better at handling it over time, though Aventurine had quickly figured out how to make him melt anyway.
Ratio cleared his throat after finishing off another bite (and damn it all, Aventurine was right. This was really good.) looking up to be met with Aventurine’s knowing, mischievous smile as his lips wrapped around his glass of water.
“So… what were your ‘after dinner’ plans?”
Aventurine set the glass back down, swallowed, then licked his lips, breaking off into a grin. “The mutual massage thing we did a few weeks ago was nice, I wanna do that again.”
“Oh.” Ratio seemed taken aback, though not in a bad way. “Who goes first?”
“Well, I was the one who suggested it, so I’ll start."
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The temperature in their bedroom was cozy, their bedside lamps giving just enough light to paint Ratio’s naked body in soft gold, lying on his front on a large, fluffy towel Aventurine had taken out of the bathroom. His arms loosely bracketed a pillow, lying on his cheek to still be able to see, dark curls falling into his pretty face.
Aventurine had a soft bathrobe on and nothing else, the mattress dipping when he sat down by his side, a bottle of body lotion in his hand, the other splaying out between his shoulders. A small ripple dashed down his spine at the touch, relaxing into the warmth shortly after, and Ratio breathed out in a huff, the flickering candle on a shelf filling the air with vanilla-cinnamon aromas.
“Anywhere I should focus on?” His boyfriend asked, having begun to trace his ribs from his spine on, fingers gliding over more-or-less tense muscles, lightly pushing into the layers of fat cushioning his impressive build.
“Uh… my neck, and waist, I guess.”
“Sure thing~”
The weight on the bed shifted again, Aventurine settling on the backs of his thighs, and then the cap of the lotion popped open, getting poured onto Aventurine’s palm. He lightly rubbed his hands together to warm it up, and then they got placed on his shoulder blades, getting worked into his skin in slow circular motions. Aventurine applied some pressure as he did, and Ratio grunted.
“Old man,” came the whispered tease from above, and Ratio clicked his tongue, lifting a foot off the mattress to kick at Aventurine’s back. “Tch- haha, hey now, stay still.”
“You’re barely three years younger than me,” he grumbled, though dropped his foot again, enjoying the feel of Aventurine’s fingers rhythmically pressing into his well-formed shoulders. “And don’t pretend like your knees don’t pop when you get up in the morning, sir.”
Aventurine bristled, tugging on his hair. “Eh- rude!”
Ratio just wheezed into the pillow.
He quieted down the longer Aventurine spent massaging his back and shoulders, the scent of body lotion vibrant and lulling him in further, melting into the mattress.
It got rubbed into his skin, knots worked out his upper back, Aventurine taking his time, caressing him in between the massaging, sliding his warm hands down his sides and up his spine, squeezing his rather tense waist. His fingers curled, ground into his v-line, thumbs digging into the dimples, drawing heavy circles until he loosened up, stretching his lower back with a muffled moan.
Aventurine hummed, amused yet focused, drawing lines to his spine, pressing down by each vertebrae. He ended by his nape, brushing hair out of the way to knead the sides of his neck, earning himself another sleepy, pleased grunt.
His eyes had been closed for a while now, dozing off with a smile stuck on his face, scrunching up every now and then when Aventurine found a particularly tense spot. Sometimes, his hands would find their way to his ass, knead it and press into the border where his cheeks ended and thighs began; though it lacked the teasing nature of his usual groping, remained sensual, made him spread his legs a little to give him more access.
The scented candle burned away, wafted around the room, crackling like a miniature bonfire. Next to their quiet breathing and the shifting and sliding of Aventurine’s lotioned hands, it was peacefully quiet.
Aventurine caressed his arm, massaged the lotion into the skin, pressed into his wrists and loosened up the ligaments, brushing a thumb over his knuckles, sliding back up and moving to the other one.
His own breathing had grown deep, heart thumping steadily in his chest, sinking into the familiar headspace; it felt good, taking care of him, it felt good, listening to his pleased noises, getting to watch him loosen up more and more.
He went back to focusing on his waist, reaching around and kneading his sides as well, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder, tempted to nuzzle into his neck but lifting again to not pull him from his relaxed state.
Ratio’s negotiation with a board of MDD executives would be held tomorrow.
It wasn’t that Aventurine had no faith in him – oh, absolutely not, he knew his dear would absolutely wipe the floor with them. But whenever an important date came near, Ratio’s insomnia tended to act up the night before.
So, Aventurine had thought of a way to get him so drowsy and relaxed he’d have no choice but to sleep the whole night through, and even if he awoke in the midst of it, be well-rested enough to feel good in the morning.
It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to be there in that meeting room; getting to see Ratio in all his put-together, sharp-tongued, intimidatingly passionate glory was a rare treat he basked in thoroughly whenever he had the chance.
The first time he saw him debate someone passionately in a department-overarching conference four years ago, he’d fallen even deeper in love. Competence looked good on him – though it wasn’t just about the aesthetics of it. There was little he found more attractive than watching someone excel in their field. He was smart, eccentric in a charming way, steadfast and so determined it bordered on stubbornness.
Aventurine sometimes envied his drive, the piercing glow of his eyes whenever he set his mind to something. Believing in any idea of future had always been difficult for Aventurine – in his mind, the universe was as unpredictable as any slot machine, fate just a made-up thing people grasped for when they felt lost. Though Ratio carried his belief in self-made futures with an unshakable fashion he couldn’t help but respect it despite his own doubts.
Aventurine moved to massage his thighs, sliding back and sitting on his calves.
From that fateful meeting four years ago to now, Aventurine had witnessed him in his element more than he could count on one hand. Be it speeches held at banquets or work events Ratio invited him to, Aventurine loved to watch him from backstage or among the crowd.
And how great it was, to be able to witness all the different facets of him as a person – how he could be sharp and elegant in his deductions, comprehend and take arguments apart within seconds, be gentle and understanding, always willing to educate those who showed genuine curiosity, always willing to motivate and encourage others to seek their own strengths, find their passions and talents. Even now, where he worked in the Guild, his background as a professor shone through whenever he was around college-aged crowds or even younger audiences.
And how lovely it was, to have him by his side, to have the honor of seeing even the most jaded, vulnerable parts of himself, the polished, refined and marvelous ones, the beautifully candid ones.
His warm hands kneaded the soft muscles of his legs, pressed down until Ratio groaned, caressing his thighs and cupping his cheeks, chuckling to himself when Ratio rolled his hips on instinct.
And how lucky he was, to witness him in all his glory, there on podiums, see his interviews in documentaries and his pretty, concentrated face in news articles, see him bathed in the soft sunbeams of early evenings when they strolled through the park near their home. To be able to listen to his cackles, wheezes and giggles when one of his teases or jokes landed, get to feel his morning voice buzz against his chest when they woke up naked and with tangled legs, hear his sleepy mumbles, his clear, fervent tone when he went on about topics that fascinated him.
At last, Aventurine had reached his calves, careful not to tickle him as he poured more lotion onto his palms and warmed it up before rubbing it onto his ankles.
Sighing, he dragged his heavy, adoring gaze up his entire body, reaching his fluffy, dark hair.
Crawling forward, he leaned down, nuzzled into his neck, listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing, kissing him for a long, sweet moment before gently biting and tugging on his earlobe. “Turn over for me, baby. I wanna do your front too.”
“Mmrr…”
Aventurine snorted softly, kissed a path to his mouth, Ratio sleepily reciprocating, merely pursing his lips. He licked across them, sucked on the lower one, nipped at it when he let go. “Haah, I’ll do it myself, then.”
“Mgh..” ‘You go do that’
He chuckled, then climbed off him, grabbing a loose shoulder and gently flipping him over. Ratio’s tits softly bounced with the movement, and Aventurine held back another laugh, coming to sit on his thighs again.
Ratio’s eyes gazed at him through small slits, long, dark lashes fluttering, and he smiled, placing his hands on either side of his arms, leaning forward.
“There you are.”
A soft, amused breath rushed out Ratio’s nose, and he tilted his chin up just a little, puckered his lips in a silent request; Aventurine gladly granted it, kissing him again.
It was merely a brush of lips, infused with all the adoration he had swirling in his heart, the type of confessions that his tongue refused to form despite loving to talk dirty for hours. Though Ratio understood him just fine like this, pressed back with a little more intent than before, licked at him shallowly.
Aventurine hummed, swiped his tongue in retaliation, sliding in once before kissing him and pulling away.
“Stop tempting me,” he warned in jest, and Ratio just smiled, eyes crinkling.
A small pout formed when Aventurine leaned back, quickly melting away when Aventurine began massaging him again, starting on his neck, across his collarbones, and finally reaching his wonderful chest. It was no secret Aventurine loved to grope him at just about any opportunity, kiss and mark his flushed skin, play with his nipples– on that note…
Working the body lotion into his tits, he swiped his thumb over the buds, flicked side to side until they grew stiff, a first shudder rippling through Ratio’s limp body. He purred, kneaded his pecs and pushed them up, down, in circles. Believe it or not, he actually paid attention to tighter spots and focused on massaging them.
Once Ratio had been sufficiently lulled in, he returned to the nipples, gently tugged and rolled them in random intervals, watched his abs flex and relax, hips squirming.
His dick was half-hard, hanging between his legs, roused from the consistent touch all around, all the attention on him; Aventurine smiled, let up on the buds when Ratio whined.
His hands traveled lower, splayed out over his stomach, kneaded his sides, tugged on his navel, traced his v-line and prominent hip-bones.
“Pretty,” he heard himself whisper, voice low, husky.
Worship like this tended to get him into a trance, too, his brain wonderfully quiet and peaceful in a way it rarely was. All those winding strings of thought weaved into a singular, stable rope, anchored in his heart, allowed his mind to slow down, to sink into the control at his fingertips.
And how wonderful it was, that they got to have this bond, lean on each other, disappear into their own little world in the playroom, in their home, in each other’s presence. Aventurine had some experience in BDSM before Ratio, though no dynamic had ever lasted long, mostly one-time things in the clubs he frequented back then. Ratio had no experience in subbing for anyone prior to him –and oh, he still got goosebumps whenever he recalled the memory of Aventurine guiding him for the first time.
He swallowed, poured some more lotion on his hand, and began to knead his hips and waist.
To have him there at his feet, kneeling as he broke into tears from relief… It was the moment Aventurine knew he was the one.
Ratio sighed, sleepy and content, arched his back a little to give him more access. Aventurine snorted, curled his fingers into his sides and scratched at his back, earned himself a quiet, drawn-out moan.
His dear had been so eager to learn, researching on his own and being so horny the next time they met he straight up asked if he could cock-warm next time he kneeled by his feet.
He blinked, eyes focusing on the present again, licking his lips and shifting where he sat.
Next to arousal burned the bright flame of genuine joy whenever he got to guide him into subspace. It brought him just as much fulfillment and happiness as it got him off, even more if he really thought about it; the rush of power was pleasant, the responsibility laid upon him a weighted blanket, heavy as it was comforting.
I’m so lucky to have met you.
Aventurine sniffled, surprised at the spiky emotions suddenly gripping his heart, shaking his head to dispel the much too sweet spiral he was going down. Before he could actually start tearing up, he turned his attention to Ratio’s relaxed body again.
Caressing him down, he cupped his dick, pumped it once.
Aventurine placed a hand by Ratio’s shoulder for balance, leaned down to almost connect their lips.
“Come.”
Ratio’s breath hitched, tensing up, his dick giving a cute little twitch as it spilled all over his fingers. It wasn't much, wasn't intense like when he’s been edging him for a long time – Aventurine pumped his hand a few times, and Ratio melted into the mattress with a groan.
Letting go of his now flaccid dick, he cleaned his dripping hand with his tongue, swallowing his taste with a satisfied sigh.
Ratio looked at him through half-lidded, blown eyes. “What..?”
Aventurine laughed softly. He splayed his hand out on his stomach and gave it a double-squeeze.
“This is a happy ending massage place, after all.”
The one below licked his lips, the elation of his release clearing up his mind a bit.
“...Are we roleplaying now?”
Aventurine shrugged. “We could be.”
Ratio frowned, probably of the opinion that that sounded like too much effort. “Mmm. Just.. keep going, sir.”
Chuckling, Aventurine reached for the tissue box on the nightstand and properly cleaned Ratio up, careful not to rub at his rather sensitive dick. “Alright, alright. Don’t fall asleep though, it’s my turn after this, remember?”
“Mmmh...”
“You don’t wanna?”
An arm lifted itself, reached out – Aventurine held his hand, intertwined their fingers.
“Can… we just.. sleep now?”
He smiled, successfully endeared, free hand coming to cup his face. “Of course. I’ll put the towel away and turn the lights off, then I’ll cuddle with you, yeah?”
With a heavy exhale, Ratio nodded, and Aventurine couldn’t help but kiss that adorably blank expression of his.
Aventurine pulled away eventually, blowing the candle out, putting his usual sleepwear on, turning the heater off and opening a window lightly to let some fresh air in. He returned to the bed, pulling the soft towel away from under him, Ratio merely stretching himself a little, rubbing at his eyes. He sat up on his own and put his underwear back on, fingers numb and tingly.
When Aventurine got back into bed, he turned the lights off at last, slotting himself onto his side, throwing an arm over his middle and a leg between his ones, happily nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“How’d you rate your experience here at this massage parlor?” He whispered, chuckling when Ratio grumbled. He didn’t need to see to know he was rolling his eyes.
“... Exceptional,” Ratio responded, breathy, and Aventurine purred, kissing his shoulder. “Now shush, and let me sleep..”
“I will, I will. Goodnight, baby. Love you.”
Ratio curled into him, chin softly brushing against his hair. A hand slid beneath the covers, wrapped around Aventurine’s forearm.
I love you too, he didn’t need to say.
Aventurine knew – understood anyway.
And how beautiful it was, to understand someone without the need for words.