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For once, Aventurine is speechless when he lets himself into Ratio’s house and all but runs to his bedroom, freezing as he throws open the door. Ratio knew exactly what to expect when he hastily sent that text, and yet the shifting expression of worry to surprise to arousal on Aventurine’s face still sends a hot flush down his neck.
“So,” Aventurine starts, dragging the word out and shamelessly drinking in the sight in front of him: Ratio, clothes haphazardly torn off, sitting up on his knees on his bed, dripping against the silken sheets and staining the fabric darker with his slick. Lust-bright eyes slowly rove over Ratio’s figure, narrowing at the apex of his thighs where his hand is angled just enough that Aventurine doesn’t have a clear view of the fingers pressed inside his cunt, then flickering upwards again. “When you said you needed assistance …”
“Must I spell it out for -“ Ratio cuts himself off with a groan as he shifts and the pads of his index and middle fingers brush against his inner walls, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Instinctively, as if to keep his balance, a long, indigo-furred cat tail sways out from behind his back.
Aventurine’s eyes snap to it, following the movement, and in response to the sudden attention, matching cat ears rise and flick twice, self-consciously, from where they had been pressed flat against Ratio’s head.
“And when you said ‘laboratory accident’ …”
“A-As you can see,” Ratio bites out. His new ears press back down and his tail lashes once, then he forces them to relax again. He tries to ignore how Aventurine’s eyes are jumping from his ears to his tail to his bare chest to his hand just barely blocking the view between his thighs. He is overheating - the feeling is almost fever-strong as arousal courses through him, zipping through his veins, setting his skin alight with sensation.
When Aventurine finally meets Ratio’s eyes again, the intensity of his stare is like he’s already laying Ratio bare beneath him, pressing him down, fucking him into the mattress -
Ratio’s cunt clenches around his fingers unsatisfyingly and when he moves again, hips twitching in search of friction, he feels more slick coat his fingers. Before he can catch himself, his gaze drifts down and stops on the already prominent bulge in Aventurine’s pants. He knows he is staring a moment too long, but the memory of their previous couplings hits him full-force, unbidden; the weight of Aventurine’s cock in his hands, the warmth of it against his skin, the satisfaction of it sliding into him, so big and filling him so nicely -
“Don’t just stand there,” Ratio says, finally. His voice is hoarse with need and his words come out in one breath. Aventurine’s eyes widen and then he is shrugging his coat off, letting it drop to the floor in a pile, and walking across the room before Ratio has finished speaking. “Why do you think I sent - mmn!”
Aventurine does not stop at the edge of the bed like Ratio expected; he kicks off his shoes and reaches forward, pulling Ratio in by the back of his neck at the same time as he climbs onto the bed. Their kiss begins open-mouthed, heated breaths mingling, gasping in the same charged air as Aventurine’s lips move fervently against Ratio’s. It’s all Ratio can do to keep up, but already he is being overwhelmed, eyes falling shut. His jaw falls slack as he lets Aventurine slide his tongue in, running along the inside, pressing against his own.
When Ratio begins to feel saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, he swallows instinctively and Aventurine groans into him. An arm snakes around Ratio’s waist, pulling him closer, threatening to dislodge the two fingers just barely feeding the arousal simmering beneath his skin, and then the hand at the back of his neck …
Aventurine’s hand moves up, into his hair, and his blunt nails scratch the base of his feline ear through the glove.
It is so sensitive that the gesture sends a bolt of pleasure shooting down through his body and his legs twitch as his cunt clenches around his fingers again. Ratio moans and lets himself fall forward, pressing desperately against Aventurine, the overheated, bare skin of his chest brushing against the expensive, crisp fabric of Aventurine’s clothing.
Aventurine does it again, digging his fingers firmly against the base of the ear, scratching up and down, and every time he does it, Ratio shivers and melts into him. All he can do is pant into Aventurine’s mouth, letting him do whatever he wants with his tongue. It feels good. It makes Ratio lose strength in his legs - if he was standing up, he would’ve crumpled to the floor. Every pass over the ear makes his cunt throb and muscles twitch and the motion of Aventurine’s fingers is the same as what he uses on Ratio’s clit.
At the thought, Ratio snakes his free hand between their bodies, but Aventurine lets go of his waist to stop him instead. He barely manages to bite back a whine of complaint, but when he opens his eyes, Aventurine is staring at him with single-minded intensity. Aventurine leans back slightly, eyes snapping down to see the silvery string of saliva connecting them and widening when Ratio unconsciously leans forward as if chasing his lips. Ratio catches himself and freezes, flushing. His ears flick back and his tail waves once.
Aventurine reaches down to nudge Ratio’s hand until he gets the message and pulls his fingers out of his cunt. He’s so wet that they make a loud squelch, and the clear fluids shimmer in the light. Aventurine swallows and stares as if transfixed, then slides two gloved fingers through the slick and rubs small circles against Ratio’s clit. Each brush against the sensitive nub sends sparking sensation through Ratio and his hips stutter as he tries not to buck into Aventurine’s hand.
“You’re so eager today,” Aventurine says, and his voice is pitched lower with lust. He sounds breathless, almost awed. “How did this even happen?”
“An - ah … Aether editing experiment - there was a power flicker and …” Ratio’s breach hitches and Aventurine presses a little stronger against his clit. His tail thumps against the bed behind him as it lashes in response to the tension coiling in his gut. “Does it really matter?”
Aventurine doesn’t stop moving his fingers, but he tilts his head slightly to glance at Ratio’s tail. He tries to keep it still, and instead just the tip twitches to and fro against the sheets. Aventurine looks back to him with a grin. “And that made you horny?”
“It’s - well, a physical alteration …” Ratio trails off, gasping, and Aventurine pauses to let him finish speaking. A tiny little noise escapes Ratio at the loss of friction, but he swallows and tries to continue. His sentences lack the typical scientific eloquence that he always speaks with. “And a, ah, phenomena analogous to a hormonal … I will explain later.”
“So you’re in heat?” Aventurine asks it like a serious question, but the curve of his lips says he’s teasing.
Damn gambler, always talking. Ratio grits his teeth, fighting a losing battle in his attempt to answer Aventurine’s questions instead of letting his impatience get the better of him. “No. I am not actually a cat, simply experiencing a h-heightened sense of arousal and …”
Aventurine laughs when he trails off. “Well, it’s hot regardless.”
“Aventurine.” Ratio tries to glare at him, but even he can tell that it’s weak. Aventurine’s glove is soaked and his fingers remain pressed against Ratio’s clit, not moving, and it’s maddening. His cunt clenches around nothing, and the emptiness is starting to become unbearable. Patience finally snapping, Ratio grinds down on Aventurine’s fingers and a little whimper escapes him as it takes the edge off his burning arousal.
“Heavens,” Aventurine breathes out, and then leans forward to press a kiss to Ratio’s temple. “Okay, message received, Doc. I’m moving now.”
All it takes is a few more firm swipes of Aventurine’s fingers against Ratio’s clit, then he rubs the swollen nub between his fingers and it sends a bolt of electric sensation through him. Ratio shudders and lets out a faint, whining sound as he comes, wetness dripping from his empty cunt and ruining Aventurine’s glove. Aventurine slows then stills his fingers as Ratio’s orgasm fades, his other hand brushing through Ratio’s hair until he’s calmed down again.
“Wait,” Ratio gasps out, grabbing Aventurine’s wrist right as he begins to move his fingers, as if to continue to pleasure him. Aventurine stills immediately, his expression turning serious as he obliges, eyes scanning Ratio’s face with concern and care. The reaction makes affection swell in Ratio’s chest, but he can only bask in it for a moment before the sheer intensity of his need makes itself known again. “It’s not … If I wanted that, I could have done it on my own, I …”
Ratio swallows, and his tail unconsciously curls around him and rests on Aventurine’s thigh. His ears flick back twice, and Aventurine is watching him with wide eyes as he picks up on what Ratio is saying. Ratio feels heat rise to his cheeks, but his desire to be filled is winning out against his embarrassment.
“Inside …” Ratio’s voice is little more than a whisper, and Aventurine freezes entirely. Ratio glances away, but forces himself to continue anyway when he ends up looking at the growing wet patch at Aventurine’s crotch. Whatever, it’s fine - it’s Aventurine, who he’s logically certain will only be happy with his request. Ratio reaches out tentatively towards Aventurine’s still-clothed erection and ends up pawing at it lightly. “I-I want you inside, if you …”
“You don’t even need to ask,” Aventurine says. His look of concern melts away immediately to a bright grin, soothing Ratio’s embarrassment. It’s an unguarded, genuine sort of grin - an expression that Aventurine wears well and only in front of Ratio, one that never fails to elicit an echoing smile on his face.
Ratio tries not to complain at the loss of contact as Aventurine shuffles back to take off his gloves and pants, but he does watch unabashedly. The moment his jewelry and gloves come off, revealing elegant fingers and silver-faded scars, all Ratio’s libido lets him think about is how clever and talented those hands are. Coin tricks, sleight of hand magic, fingers lacing together with his, sliding down his sides, playing his body like an instrument, wringing out orgasms by pinpointing his sensitive spots with uncanny accuracy -
The thought is too much, and while Aventurine shrugs off his vest and shirt and begins to unbutton his pants, Ratio can’t stop himself from shoving two fingers back into his cunt. It sates the feeling of emptiness, but just slightly - it’s better than nothing, and Aventurine’s eyes hone in on the movement and it spurs him to disrobe faster.
As soon as Aventurine’s cock is freed from his pants, it consumes of all Ratio’s focus - he will never tire of admiring Aventurine, and his large cock and balls are no exception. The sight of its size reminds Ratio of how deep it always reaches in him, and it brings all of his basest thoughts to the forefront of his mind. His mouth is dry in anticipation.
Once again, Aventurine leans forward and nudges Ratio’s hand away and replaces it with his own. He slides his fingers against his folds, parting them and finally getting a clear look at the soaked cunt clenching around nothing, the slick dripping down the inside of Ratio’s thighs and onto the sheets, staining both. “You must’ve been waiting for a while, huh?” Aventurine asks rhetorically, as if he's talking to himself.
Ratio nods anyway, eager, and his head spins when Aventurine finally, finally presses his own fingers inside Ratio. He is gentle at first, spreading them slowly, then brushing against the inside and searching for that one spot. It takes a moment, and Aventurine’s luck would have it that he presses against Ratio’s g-spot at exactly the same time as he absently strokes his other hand along the length of Ratio’s tail.
The two points of stimulation after waiting so agonizingly long for Aventurine to be inside him rips a sudden, second orgasm from Ratio - a high, surprised moan escapes him as his muscles seize up and the tension in his gut snaps, releasing a wave of heated pleasure through his body. He can feel himself clenching around Aventurine’s fingers as he comes, and Aventurine’s fingers fuck him through it, the new wetness making every movement squelch loudly.
“Wow,” Aventurine breathes out.
Ratio takes a shuddering inhale, feeling relaxed for just a moment before that burning, wildfire of arousal returns in full-force. Not enough.
A moment later, Ratio’s thoughts clear enough to take in the fact that Aventurine’s cock is standing fully erect against his stomach, leaking precome, and his impatience comes back to him, too. He takes Aventurine’s cock into his hands, rubbing up and down the length of it, and his tail tries to twitch from beneath Aventurine’s hold. “I said ‘inside,’” Ratio says, and he most certainly does not sound petulant.
“You gotta give me a minute,” Aventurine says with a laugh, but there is a burning intensity in his eyes. His cock twitches in Ratio’s hands, and he inhales sharply as Ratio runs his fingers along the underside of the head. Already, his pupils are blown with arousal. “You’re always so tight, I have to make sure you’re ready.”
“Do you think I was just lying here idly while I was waiting for you?” Ratio snaps back, and his tail escapes from under Aventurine’s hand and lashes back and forth again in frustration. His ears, however, flick back in embarrassment at the admission.
Aventurine laughs again, delight clear in his tone. “You’re so good to me,” he says, almost absently, and the praise goes right to Ratio’s cunt, still pulsing from the orgasm, and he whines quietly.
Aventurine pulls his fingers out of Ratio slowly, pausing to spread his slick and come around his folds, brushing against his clit, then begins to reach towards the bedside table. Before he can, however, Ratio surges up and pushes Aventurine down on his back. His ears and tail stand alert as he hovers over Aventurine, straddling him. “Just take me as you are,” he says, and there is an underlying growl to his tone - catlike and low, near-desperation bleeding into his voice - and he keeps himself just above Aventurine’s big cock.
“If you’re sure,” Aventurine says, staring blatantly at the tiny space between the tip of his cock and where Ratio is hovering just above it. His voice is tight with tension. “That’s more than fine with me, you can - ngh!”
As soon as Aventurine’s affirmation was clear, Ratio tuned him out in favor of reaching between them and guiding the head of his cock to his cunt. He slides it against his folds at first, rocking his hips in uneven motions, reveling in the feeling of spreading his slick and come and Aventurine’s precome over the head in lieu of lubricant. In any case, Ratio is more than wet enough for it. Aventurine's cock brushes against his clit when he angles his hips forward and catches on his cunt when he presses down slightly, and beneath him Aventurine whines impatiently. For a moment, the single-minded need to be filled fades to the background in favor of watching Aventurine.
Aventurine, with his golden hair spread in a halo around his head, his bright eyes narrowed in concentration as he keeps himself still, sweat beading on his forehead, hands flying up to grip Ratio’s waist. A lovely red flush covers his cheeks and the expanse of his chest, one that is surely mirrored on Ratio’s skin.
And then Aventurine’s patience slips and his hips thrust up, just once, and the head of his cock presses just ever so slightly into Ratio’s cunt.
They both groan at the feeling, and Ratio can’t wait any longer - he presses down, at first slowly, letting the large tip stretch his cunt with a delicious, satisfying burn, then faster. He grits his teeth and exhales slowly, lifting his hips up again until the tip is just inside, then bearing down with a single-minded focus usually reserved for research until the head pushes inside. The momentum of Ratio’s movement, coupled with the sudden sensation of fullness that makes his thoughts stutter, distracts him - and he accidentally shoves himself down on Aventurine’s cock all the way in one go.
Ratio can’t think of anything except how full he is. He barely hears both of them moan in tandem. Aventurine’s cock is so big it feels like it fills all of him - as if he can feel it even in his chest, and he slumps forward, lying over Aventurine as he pants open-mouthed against Aventurine’s neck. His vision is hazy and unfocused, but this is what he wanted, being filled, being connected to Aventurine so intimately.
“... Ratio,” Aventurine groans near his ear, which flicks in response. His voice is rough in that way it always is when he is at the limit of his patience. “I … I think you’re purring.”
So he is. The thought is distant, but Ratio can feel the low rumble and faint vibrations coming from his chest. He can’t really bring himself to care, though - all he can think of is more.
Ratio struggles to sit up again, moving his hips, pressing down, until Aventurine snaps his own hips up to meet him. Aventurine’s cock slides against his sensitive inner walls, pressing against his g-spot on the upward thrust, and Ratio almost falls back on top of Aventurine, unable to hold himself up. Despite the difference in their builds, Aventurine reverses their position with ease, carefully pushing Ratio back until he’s lying against the pillows and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Always attentive, before he lets Ratio lie down completely, he slides a hand behind his back to make sure the cat tail isn’t caught against the bed -
But then he brushes against the base of it, where the fur meets Ratio’s spine, and pleasure slams into Ratio.
He writhes with sensation, turning his head and moaning open-mouthed against the pillow, cunt clenching around Aventurine’s cock so strongly Aventurine moans in response. The room is spinning around him, and heat sings in his veins.
“Amazing. You’re amazing, Ratio,” Aventurine breathes out, and Ratio registers the praise just enough to whine quietly, his purr stuttering. When he tries to look back at Aventurine, his figure is blurry from tears. Whatever fucked-out expression is on his face makes Aventurine suck in a breath and his cock somehow swells even more inside Ratio.
Aventurine leans down and kisses him, deeply and open-mouthed, and Ratio can barely reciprocate. One of Aventurine’s hands finds Ratio’s and pries it away from the sheets, threading their fingers together and pressing Ratio’s hand into the mattress. When he speaks against his lips, saying, “I’m going to move,” Ratio nods enthusiastically.
Aventurine laughs, but the sound tapers off into a groan when he thrusts into Ratio’s wet heat. Every slide and drag of his cock against Ratio’s inner walls sends waves of pleasure through them both, and Ratio watches it build in Aventurine’s expression. He lets himself moan shamelessly and be swept into the throes of sensation as he watches Aventurine through half-lidded eyes. Aventurine’s brow is furrowed with concentration, sweat glistens on his skin, his breath comes out in heavy pants, hot against Ratio’s skin when he leans down, his muscles tense with every thrust.
“Aventurine …” Ratio says, and once Aventurine’s eyes refocus on him, he isn’t sure what he wanted to say after all - especially not when another snap of his hips slaps Aventurine’s heavy balls against his skin, and the prospect of stringing together a sentence is shot entirely out of reach. So he says it again, voice pitching into a moan: “Aventurine …”
“Fuck,” Aventurine says, breathless, and Ratio feels his cock twitch inside him. “Agh - Fuck, Ratio.” His hips stutter as he presses in, deeply, and when he starts to pull out too far, Ratio crosses his ankles against Aventurine’s back, caging him in with his legs and forcing him to stay inside. For a brief moment, his purr stutters and breaks off into a warning growl, and Ratio lifts his hips and purposefully clenches around Aventurine’s cock once, then twice, and on the third time, Aventurine moans and his head drops to Ratio’s shoulder as he comes.
The sensation of his warm come filling Ratio sates the almost hungry feeling of emptiness and his growl fades back into a purr, and any remaining rational thoughts float away into a warm haze.
But there is still that coiled, tightly wound ball of arousal sitting in his gut. Ratio tries to be considerate and let Aventurine recover, but he can’t help wriggling beneath him, looking for something, anything, any kind of friction.
To his surprise, he sees a brief golden glow surround Aventurine, and then he can feel Aventurine’s cock stiffen and grow again inside him. It swells back to full hardness, pressing against the inside of Ratio’s cunt, the head nudging against his g-spot when Aventurine shifts his hips, and Ratio can feel the wetness of Aventurine’s come leaking out around it. It’s so much - Aventurine always comes so much, and some base instinct leads Ratio to whine with need at the thought of all of it inside him.
With help from the Preservation’s power, Aventurine completely ignores his refractory period and draws back almost entirely before thrusting into Ratio once more. Come gushes out from around his cock at the movement and every sound of skin slapping against skin is accompanied by obscene wet noises.
Aventurine’s cock glides in and out of Ratio’s cunt with ease, sliding in and pressing deep, and that tension in his core is winding tighter and tighter. Pressure is building in his gut with every thrust, and Ratio’s heart is hammering frantically as he feels the precipice of pleasure approaching rapidly. He tenses and tries to meet Aventurine’s movements, hips stuttering as he chases his climax, and then Aventurine grins. That’s all the warning Ratio has before Aventurine leans down and simultaneously presses his hand against Ratio’s abdomen, right above where Aventurine’s cock is buried deep inside him, and gently bites one of his sensitive cat ears.
That coiling tension snaps and pleasure crashes over Ratio in an overwhelming wave, the pressure bursting as his cunt throbs and pulses as he comes, back arching off the bed and crying out with something between a sob and a moan. He can feel his own come dripping down his thighs, mixed with Aventurine’s. His legs shake with the intensity of his orgasm, and his tail thumps loudly against the mattress, thrashing with sensation.
As the aftershocks begin to fade, Aventurine slows - but that isn’t what he wants. The orgasm was satisfying, but there is still a deep need for more scorching under his skin. Ratio bucks his hips and his tail thrashes again, whacking Aventurine with a dull noise. “Don’t stop,” he says, and though the words start as a growl, they taper off into a needy whine when Aventurine looks concerned and opens his mouth to reply. “Please.”
Aventurine groans. “Heavens, Ratio,” he says, but most importantly, he listens; Aventurine picks up the pace, pressing deep into Ratio before pulling back and slamming in again and again.
That’s it - this is what he wanted. Ratio feels nearly boneless as he absently squeezes Aventurine’s hand with his own and clenches down on his cock. He tries to meet Aventurine’s thrusts halfway, but he’s nearly lost to sensation. That tension is coiling tighter in his gut again, but it’s different this time - something else is welling up alongside it, pressure roiling under his skin along with scorching heat. Ratio’s legs quiver from where they’re still locked around Aventurine, keeping him close and inside him, and his back arches up off the bed again.
That pressure builds with every thrust. Aventurine’s cock presses into Ratio’s cunt relentlessly, as if molding it to his shape, and electric pleasure zips through Ratio’s body. He moans as Aventurine thrusts in particularly deeply and then moves a hand down towards his clit, wanting to push himself over the edge again.
Aventurine once again nudges his hand aside and presses the pad of his thumb against the still-swollen clit, and pleasure sings through Ratio’s body. He tenses, throwing his head back, panting and unable to catch his breath. “Agh … Av-Aventurine -” His words come out as weak whimpers, needy and pleading, asking for more without so many words. “Ngh, I’m - Aven -”
“You’re close?” Aventurine asks, his voice rough and out of breath. Ratio forces his eyes open to look at Aventurine, vision blurry with tears, and the look on Aventurine’s face makes him somehow, impossibly, flush further. He looks indescribably taken with Ratio - awe and affection so nakedly apparent in his expression, and Ratio hopes that his own expression mirrors the depth of adoration he feels in return.
That, and Aventurine looks like he’s at the end of his rope again - like he’s trying his best not to come yet.
“Mmh, yes, I -” Ratio can’t even answer Aventurine’s question properly, too fucked-out to process the right words, but Aventurine only looks thrilled. He grins and presses more fingers against Ratio’s clit, rolling it between them, stroking it up and down, pressing against it in circles, until Ratio cries out with a thready whimper. “I’m - S-Something … Hnn!”
“Ngh, fuck,” Aventurine groans, squeezing Ratio’s hand in return and pressing stronger against his clit in one smooth motion. “That’s - That’s it. Come for me, Ratio.”
With a loud sob, Ratio lets that pressure burst deep inside him and he comes, hard, sobs turning into moans then turning into whines as he squirts over Aventurine’s cock. He can feel the gush of fluids release from him as he comes, coating his already-wet thighs and Aventurine’s balls, further staining the sheets beneath them. Aventurine’s hand and hips slow to gentle movements. His head spins and fills with static and a deep sense of relief washes over him, but there’s still one thing -
“Aventurine,” Ratio says, drowsy and spent. Despite how softly he speaks, Aventurine is listening. He’s always listening, when Ratio speaks. A slow, easy smile spreads on Ratio’s lips and Aventurine’s breath catches. Ratio reaches up and pulls Aventurine close, kissing him as if he could convey all of his deepest emotions through that one physical gesture. “Don’t stop until you come,” he says, and Aventurine moans against his lips.
Aventurine hesitates, then removes his hand from Ratio’s clit and rocks his hips forward again. Ratio is still sensitive, but the look on Aventurine’s face is worth bearing it for. He chants Ratio’s name in the scant space between their lips, breathing in each other's exhales, chasing his own pleasure at Ratio’s request. Ratio’s tail curls affectionately around Aventurine’s thigh and his free hand runs through Aventurine’s sweaty hair, pushing the golden strands away from his eyes before moving down to cup his cheek.
“Aventurine,” Ratio says again, and he watches Aventurine force himself to focus even through the building, burning haze of pleasure as his orgasm approaches. Ratio can see the wave of it threatening to crash down over Aventurine, but he still holds himself back to listen. Aventurine just hums, to show that he’s listening, and Ratio waits until he’s sure Aventurine is looking at him. “I love you.”
It’s not the first time they have exchanged these words. And yet, as he does every time Ratio says it, Aventurine freezes and his eyes grow wide and he inhales sharply. There is a little pause, as if Aventurine is processing it, before he grins - that same bright grin, unguarded and genuine - and laughs in the same way. The sound is clear and bright and, in Ratio’s unbiased opinion, the loveliest sound in the universe.
“Mmn, Ratio,” Aventurine’s laugh turns into a whine as he presses forward again, burying his cock deep into Ratio’s cunt one more time before it twitches and he dips his head and kisses Ratio again. Ratio can feel the shudder run through Aventurine’s body and the moan against his lips as he comes, filling his cunt up with come again, so much that he feels so, so full and can’t help but moan back against Aventurine.
Aventurine breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Ratio’s, eyes flickering across Ratio’s face, and that grin remains in the afterglow of his orgasm. “I love you, too,” Aventurine says, breathless.
Ratio laughs quietly at that look of wonder that’s always on Aventurine’s face when he returns the sentiment. One day, Ratio hopes that he can fully convey that he is true to his word in both the weight of his affection and as a promise of his unyielding presence beside Aventurine, for as long as Aventurine will have him.
A moment later, Aventurine laughs, too, and Ratio realizes that he is purring again - this time much louder, the sound reverberating through his chest, deep and rumbling and strong. Heat rises to his cheeks at how blatantly his body shows his emotions and he tries to stop it, but all it does is make the sound stutter and his tail curl tighter around Aventurine’s leg.
“Don’t try to hide it,” Aventurine says, glancing between Ratio’s tail and his ears, flicking back and forth. “It’s cute. How long will the effects last?”
“If my -” Ratio starts, then has to clear his throat. His purr isn’t letting up, even when he talks. It sounds like he’s speaking through some kind of rough voice filter. Aventurine looks like he’s trying not to laugh again, and Ratio pointedly ignores him. “... If my estimations are correct, anywhere from another nine system hours to another three days. The test wasn’t meant to induce long-term alterations, so there’s no concern of it being permanent.”
“Aw, that’s too bad,” Aventurine says, teasing. He reaches down and runs his fingers along the fur of Ratio’s tail lightly, and despite his best effort, his purr pitches up noticeably at the soothing gesture. Damn it.
Aventurine is content to pet Ratio’s tail absently for a few long moments before he stills and glances down to where his cock is still buried inside Ratio’s cunt. Ratio squirms under his gaze. “Wait a minute,” Aventurine says, as if finally realizing the full implications of Ratio’s words. “Does that mean you’re going to be horny the whole time?”
“It’s a strong possibility,” Ratio says, already feeling heat start to build inside him again. It’s less intense this time but, despite his words, he can tell that it will be a problem the entire time he’s affected by the aether editing. Instead, he just reverses their position yet again, pushing Aventurine back until he’s sitting on top of him, and slowly rises until just the tip of Aventurine’s cock remains inside; just enough that most of the come he’d been filled with gushes out, coating Aventurine’s cock and balls, dripping down the inside of his thighs and pooling on the sheets. They will need an entirely new bed at this rate. As Aventurine watches, transfixed, Ratio can’t resist the opportunity to tease back despite the growing desire reigniting inside him. “I hope you can replicate that trick with the Preservation, gambler. I suspect you’ll need it.”