synflux | [CLOSED] The Golden Ratio

[ Ratio opens his eyes to watch Aventurine laugh, intent on searing the memory of his bright smile into his mind forever, like he is a devotee and Aventurine is his god. There is nothing else that matters more than Aventurine—Kakavasha's joy, even if it comes at the expense of his own pride and dignity.

But Aventurine's touch soon scatters his focus once more, and he shudders as lithe fingers run down his sides, ticklish and burning a trail down his body. His abdominal muscles flex as lips trail down, and the arousal burning in his gut becomes heavier and more insistent. He needs more. He needs—he's not sure what he needs except that it had to be Aventurine, somehow. In any way he'd give himself. In every way he'd give himself. He wants Aventurine wholly—the scars, the cracks, the jagged edges, the pointy bits poised at Ratio's jugular, ready to slide into soft flesh and spill him open the moment he missteps—and the softness hidden behind shields, the sweetness of his presence and warmth, the fragile core that places itself in the mercy of Ratio's powerful hands, granting him a view of his fatal weakness—

Ratio raises his hips to allow Aventurine to tug off his shorts, shivering as his cock is exposed to the heated air of the room. Somehow, despite the heat wave, every part in contact with Aventurine is even hotter, threatening to burn him alive and consume him fully.

And then, the moment of sanctity passes, shattered by Aventurine's flippant jesting, and Ratio frowns, both perplexed and thrown off by the statement. ]

Does it— why— ...am I?

[ The sudden scrutiny of his genitalia has him feeling self-conscious about it; a first, because he's never thought more about the appearance of his cock past hygienic and health matters. He turns his head away, as if avoiding eye contact would somehow hide his body from his lover's eyes. ]

( Does he not know? Ratio's sudden turn of his head has Aventurine chuckling warmly, reaching out with one hand to grasp one of Ratio's, threading their fingers together and giving it a warm squeeze. Reassurance, encouragement, affection. Everything he feels for the other man and more. )

C'mon Doc, look at me.

( His tone is still amused, but tender. Full of that deep affection that he could never shake. Aventurine would happily confess to whoever expressed interest that he'd been covetous of Ratio's attention and body since the moment they met; it makes that he is here, now, staring at Ratio's large cock and knowing that the other man loves him all the more miraculous. For once the thought that he is the luckiest bastard in the entire universe is not rueful nor begrudging. Not when it has led the both of them here. )

You are. And while I'm not inclined to want to talk about the other men I've slept with, you can take an expert's word for it. It's going to feel amazing in my mouth. And later, after I've made sure you've had all the fun you can possibly have, it'll feel amazing in me. But that's for another time!

( A helpful pat with his other hand at Ratio's hip. There's no rush for him to bottom for Ratio -- he has no true preference, and the novelty of someone wanting him to top isn't going to wear off any time soon. But mark his words, he's going to find a way to get that in his ass eventually. Not that he tells Ratio that at the moment, he still thinks the other man is going to be struggling to handle what he's already confessed to.

And he's fine waiting until he's looking at him before continuing on, though his free hand traces lines over Vertias' hips, his thighs, anywhere and everywhere that isn't his cock until he can get the other man's confirmation that Aventurine can continue. )

[ He doesn't immediately turn his head back, putting up a paltry resistance against Aventurine's request. But he shifts slightly so that it's easier to look at the other man, and the look of absolute adoration on Aventurine's face melts his resistance. He slowly, shyly faces the other man.

His cock. In Aventurine's mouth. And one day, in Aventurine himself. He'd never once imagined Aventurine in that way, but now... If his face could turn any redder, he's sure it would have. Not that it wasn't obvious how he felt with the way his breath hitched and his cock twitched in interest.

Mortified by his body's betrayal, he tugged at the other man with his free hand, flustered and impatient. ]

Well, get on with it then, gambler.

[ As much as he wants to turn his head away again and hide his expression, he does his best not to, instead furrowing his brows in an attempt to glare at Aventurine (though truth be told, it looked far more like pout than anything else). ]

( It's absolutely a pout, and Aventurine wishes he was in a better position to lean up and kiss it away. Instead he's rather focused on the fact that he has Doctor Veritas Ratio's cock an inch away from his face and has yet to actually touch it. At least until Ratio gives him the go ahead.

And when he does -- Aventurine shoots him a wicked grin before taking his cock in hand, dipping his head down enough to press a kiss to the tip of Veritas' cock, gentle and unassuming. Best ease the other man into it, right? But there's something intoxicating about having Ratio like this, after he's waited so damn long for it, and wanted it for even longer.

Which is why, when his eyes flick up to hold Ratio's gaze, he slowly envelops the head of the other man's cock in his mouth, pressing his tongue up against the underside of it as he gives it a gentle, encouraging suck. All while keeping his eyes locked onto Ratio's face, desperate to memorize every small reaction he can pull from him. )

[ Ratio suppresses a shiver when Aventurine's lithe fingers wrap around his length. He has certainly masturbated before, and knows the feeling of his own hand on his cock, but he doesn't know this. The gentle brush of someone else's fingers, the slick warmth of a mouth, and the gentle pressure of a wet tongue.

He tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop a soft whimper from escaping his throat. His head spins from the sensations, and the knowledge that it is Aventurine doing this to him, branding his skin with his burning touch, that it is his lover's mouth and tongue on his cock.

All too suddenly, he's hit with the urge to see Aventurine in action, and he tilts his head back down to look. The scene that greets him is obscene, and Ratio swallows thickly. ]

G-gambler...

[ The expression on Ratio's face can only be described as erotic. A full blush lighting his face red, pupils blown wide, and a look that quietly begs for more. ]

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( Erotic is selling it short, in Aventurine's mind. He looks downright divine, like the statues he creates so easily of himself -- perfect in the way he instantly gives himself over to Aventurine, over to the feeling. It's been so long since Aventurine got to be the source of someone's pleasure where he's simply giving it, of his own free will, that he's more than happy to spend most of the night simply doing this. Driving Ratio insane, that is.

So Aventurine grins, even around Ratio's cock, and ducks down further -- taking more of it in his mouth before pulling back a little, back and forth as he works his way down Veritas' cock. It's as pleasurable as anything else he could do with Ratio, humming as he relaxes his jaw. And while it's tempting to continue, well. He pulls off Ratio's cock to grin fully, head tilted in a way he knows is coquettish as he gives the other man a wink. )

Should I take it that you're enjoying yourself?

( Is he purposefully being annoying? Yes. But Ratio is the one who agreed to go on a date with him, who wanted to have sex with him, he should have known what he was getting into.

His free hand reaches for Ratio's, fingers eagerly intertwining with the man's to ground himself, to help ground Ratio. And himself, if he's honest, smiling against Ratio's cock like he is. )

[ Ratio's breath stutters as Aventurine works his way down his cock, but he manages to keep his head up to watch the blond, pleasure burning hot in his gut with every swipe of the tongue. It feels so unbelievably good, and were he more coherent he would think about how he now understands why people would do such stupid things for love and sex.

But his brain is filled with nothing but sensation and Aventurine, and he makes a small, mournful noise when Aventurine pulls off to smile cheekily at him, his hips jerking up to chase after the source of pleasure. He pouts, unaware of the expression he's making. ]

W-why did you...?

[ The words trail off as Aventurine's fingers intertwin with his, and he turns his head away bashfully, eyes flicking back to the other after a moment. ]

Hmph. Perhaps I should dock marks for your speed, or lack thereof. What are you waiting for, gambler?

Oh? ( Aventurine laughs, mouthing at Ratio's cock idly before pulling back again just to see the other man blush and pout once more. It's quickly becoming one of his favorite expressions on the other man -- getting the composed doctor to crack. And he'll have a lot of time to do that in the future, won't he? ) I thought the dear doctor would recognize that it's only in good taste to take one's time to savor a delectable meal.

( But... if Ratio insists, who is he to deny him? Which is why Aventurine, throwing Ratio another grin, simply tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and takes Vertias' cock in his mouth. All of it, relaxing his throat in order to take it down to the hilt, his nose brushing over the hair there at the base. It's no blessing of the Aeons to have no gag reflex, but Aventurine is happy to put it to use for Ratio rather than anyone else he's slept with--

No, he's not going to think about that. It's not like they matter when he has Ratio beneath him like this, because he feels nothing for them and feels everything for this intelligent, difficult, maddening man. So he swallows around Ratio's cock before pulling off, only to repeat the process again. And again, grip tightening on the doctor's hand and his hip to keep him down against the bed. )

[ Ratio opens his mouth to retort, but the only thing that comes out is a strangled moan when Aventurine takes him to the hilt with his mouth. It is searing hot, and every contraction of the muscles in his beloved's throat, every motion sends waves of pleasure through his body.

He involuntarily bucks his hips up to match, but Aventurine's hand keep him pinned to the bed. ]

A-ah, Aventurine— I— I'm...!

[ White hot pressure was building up in his gut, threatening to spill out into something he has no knowledge of. If he had the wherewithal to think, he'd conclude that it'd be a climax, but his brain was currently overwhelmed by sensation, painted blank by the pleasure overtaking his entire being. ]

I-I can't... I'm going to...!

( He can't tell Ratio that it's fine, that he wants Ratio to let go for once and let Aventurine take care of him, take all of him and not to worry. It doesn't matter if they have to wait for Ratio to get it up again to find pleasure in sex, he just wants to see the other man finally let go.

So he doesn't stop, keeps bobbing his head and pressing his tongue to the underside of his cock until he can feel it twitch in his mouth a moment before Ratio comes, flooding his mouth with it. Aventurine knows that Ratio might not be the sort of person to appreciate Aventurine's skillset in this matter, but he doesn't choke, doesn't pull off, just presses his lips to his pelvis and swallows the other man's come without spilling much.

And, when he feels nothing more, he pulls off with a grin, wiping off whatever come is left on his lips. )

Well, Veritas? I should think that's full marks.

( His voice is rough, but full of open affection and want when he crawls back up Ratio's body to attempt to kiss the other man. Yes, just after he'd swallowed all that come. Sorry, Ratio. )

[ It takes a moment before Ratio is in any state to comprehend Aventurine's words. His mind is blissfully quiet, devoid of the myriad of questions, thoughts and theories occupying it at all times. He only manages to hum absentmindedly in response as his mind slowly collects itself back together in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Later on, he would note how efficient it is at resetting his mind. Perhaps it could be added to the list of methods he uses when trying to clear his mind.

But any such vague thoughts that were forming in his mind are swept away when Aventurine moves up to press a kiss onto Ratio's lips. When he tastes the bitter remnants of his own release, his face scrunches up and he weakly pushes against Aventurine's face. ]

No. Clean your mouth first.

[ Yes, he means a full on gargle with mouth wash. Sorry Aventurine, it seems your kissing privileges have been temporarily revoked. ]

( Aventurine can't help it, he laughs, pressing his forehead against Ratio's in unashamed delight. Of course his fastidious doctor would insist on not kissing him after he's swallowed. Of course! )

Doctor, you can't seriously be insisting I go out into the hall looking like this, can you?

( He gestures at himself, half naked and sporting an obvious erection. To say nothing of his flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and sweat-covered body. It would be obvious to anyone that looked at him what he was in the middle of, and Aventurine doesn't particularly want to miss any moment of this. )

[ When Aventurine gestures to himself, Ratio allows his eyes to sweep over the other man, noting his slim figure and every scar and imperfection on his body.

Beautiful.

His eyes stop at Aventurine's cock, still covered by the man's underwear. Thoughtlessly, he reaches out and gently palms the erection through the fabric. ]

Then you'll have to do without kisses for the remainder of this.

[ A murmur; his lust-addled mind is now focused on touching Aventurine and riling him up even more. Teasingly, he presses a thumb against the tip of Aventurine's cock and gently rubs the fabric, eyes flickering up to observe his lover's expression. ]

You're a cruel man, Veritas Rati-oh!

( His scolding ends in a sharp moan, hips jerking forward on reflex into Ratio's touch as if to present his erection for further attention. The expression on his face is one of shock, quickly melding into pleasure -- the tips of his ears turning red as he buries his face into Ratio's neck. )

[ Ratio's lips curl into a pleased, almost smug expression as he continues to rub gentle circles into the tip of Aventurine's cock. Eventually, he lets go, only to hook his fingers under the waistband of the man's underwear. With a quick check to ensure the other man gave his consent, Ratio pulls it down, revealing Aventurine in his entirety.

It isn't as if anything unusual stands out about Aventurine's cock, but Ratio's attention is drawn to it like a moth to a lamp. Again, he delicately wraps his fingers around the member, giving it an experimental pump as he recalls the sensations he enjoyed himself. His touch is curious and exploratory, as if he's trying to remember the shape and sensation of Aventurine's cock through touch alone. ]

[CLOSED] The Golden Ratio

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