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It is a peaceful Tuesday afternoon. Ratio is working from home—a rare luxury afforded to him more often now that he’s spent more of his time with the Guild. They often offer their more dedicated members more freedom, and he is nothing if not dedicated.
One of the cat cakes—Schrodinger’s Cat, he thinks, but he cannot see their markings in full to be able to tell—is curled at his feet, purring softly. He is wearing a very comfortable purple cardigan and he made himself a wonderful cup of tea to drink while he makes his way through the few papers he’s been tasked with peer-reviewing. It’s a few hours of work, but it’s not all that bad.
The house is very quiet right now, mostly because his husband is at work. Ratio is not too proud of a man to admit that he finds himself missing Aventurine quite often when he’s not home, but as of this moment he welcomes the lack of distractions. It’s only when he hears the front door slam shut and Schrodinger’s Cat perks up that he realizes—
“Veritas!”
—his husband, apparently, is no longer at work.
Schrodinger’s Cat runs out of the open door of Ratio’s study to greet Aventurine. “In here,” he calls, not looking up from his papers. He needs to focus on his work—Aventurine will understand.
His husband pokes his head through the doorframe, flushed and grinning wildly. “Hi, sweetheart! I got to come home early today!”
“I see that,” Ratio says, still not looking up from his papers. “I apologize, I still have several more things to get through before I’m done for the day.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re not going to drop everything to come say hi to your husband?” Aventurine pouts, taking a seat on the edge of Ratio’s desk and messing up his paperwork. Damned gambler. He takes back what he said earlier about Aventurine understanding.
“I already said I have several more papers to get through by the end of the night.”
Aventurine rolls his eyes, leaning forward towards Ratio. “And I don’t really care. Come on, Ver, you’re always working.”
“I am not always working. We work the same amount. You came home early,” he points out, finally looking up from his work to find Aventurine’s face mere inches from his own. “Hello, love. Do you need something from me?”
He flashes Ratio a blinding grin, bringing one hand up to start unbuttoning the front of his shirt. “You know exactly what—”
“No,” Ratio interrupts firmly, going back to reading the paper in front of him. “Later, dear. I have a deadline for these in a few system hours.”
“Seriously?” Aventurine pouts. “You’re such a tease, Ver. The glasses and the cardigan? You know the sexy professor look gets me going.”
This is not a new game for them to play. Every once in a while, Aventurine will come home from work frustrated and desperate for some sort of release, and more often than not, that comes in the form of sex. Whatever has happened with the Stonehearts today has apparently made him extremely needy, and Ratio is not going to ask. Aventurine doesn’t want him to ask, he wants to be fucked until he can’t think straight anymore and then later, while they’re eating dinner, Ratio can ask politely what happened at work today and Aventurine will tell him. The routine is easy enough to fall into.
But regardless of any routines—Aventurine is home early, and Ratio still has work to finish. He has a deadline in three system hours. He is going to have to wait.
(Somehow, he already doesn’t think Aventurine is going to be able to wait.)
“I understand, Vasha, but I need you to wait. I have a deadline in three system hours,” he repeats, since Aventurine doesn’t seem to have registered it the first time. The nicknames are newer—they certainly didn’t start until after they got married—but Ratio finds he likes them quite a bit. There’s versatility in them. For example, he can use Vasha to indicate that he’s certainly not mad at his husband, but he still really would like him to get out of his study.
“It’ll be quick!”
He huffs, affronted. “It most certainly will not be.”
Aventurine leans in closer so that his face is a mere breath away from Ratio’s. “Ver, come on,” he says before whispering into his partner’s ear, “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”
“Later,” he replies, though his cock seems to have missed the memo that he doesn’t want to fuck Aventurine right now, and he can feel it starting to fill out in interest.
His partner grins and reaches down to palm at the now-visible bulge in Ratio’s pants and says, “Alright, I hear you. But what about now?”
“Vasha…”
“Just let me sit on your cock or something. Please?” Aventurine whines, and it’s tinged with enough real desperation that Ratio hesitates for a moment. “Please, Ver. I need it.”
His resolve is slowly crumbling. For many, many years, Ratio had thought himself above his baser instincts, had scoffed at anyone who prioritized sex and romance over the endless pursuit of knowledge. He has changed for the better—Aventurine has changed him for the better. If his former self were to see him now, seriously considering allowing his husband (another notion that a younger Veritas Ratio would have dismissed outright) to sit and warm his cock while he reviews papers, he might well have had a heart attack.
But that younger Veritas Ratio was deeply, achingly unhappy, and this current version of him is not. It isn’t just Aventurine, though he has played a large part in getting Ratio to a point where he finds himself quite enjoying his life.
And if he wants his husband to warm his cock while he peer reviews his coworkers’ studies, goddamn it, his younger self can have the damn heart attack for all he cares.
Wait, no, he doesn’t want that. Well, he does, but it's irresponsible—he almost certainly won’t get any work done with how loud Aventurine tends to be. If Aventurine could be quiet the whole time, Ratio could probably get something done… and they could limit it to an hour, so he’d have a couple system hours to focus afterward…
“Can you be quiet?” Ratio asks. “If I let you sit on my cock while I’m working.”
Aventurine nearly falls off the desk. “I wasn't expecting you to—yes, yeah, I can stay quiet. Wait. You're serious?”
He narrows his eyes, holding up a finger. “I have rules you have to follow if we’re going to do this.”
“I can follow rules.”
Aventurine cannot follow rules, but Ratio will lay them out all the same. He can tell by the restless shift of his partner’s hips that he is desperate for this, as he’s clearly trying to grind his cunt against the desk for any sort of friction. It’s probably not going to work—the angles are all wrong—but Ratio adores how needy Aventurine can get.
Aventurine is headstrong and confident in public and he belongs to no one but himself; he is in charge of every room, every moment, every word of the conversation. But here, at home and in their bed, in these types of situations, writhing and panting and begging for more, faster, harder, he is Ratio’s in every way that matters. Here is a place he feels safe enough, feels cared for enough to let go and let someone else be in charge; a place where he does not feel the need to be in control of every single moment.
(This is a two-way exchange, of course. Ratio is wholly Aventurine’s as well.)
“One, you will remain quiet the entire time. No idle conversation, no loud moaning, no whining. I need to focus,” he begins, ticking off the rules on his fingers. “Two, you will stay facing me with your head down so I can still see my work, and three, you will stay as still as you are capable of.”
Aventurine nods. “Easy. I can do that.” He divests himself of his pants and makes quick work of Ratio’s as well, clearly unwilling to wait longer than he absolutely has to. Ratio sighs and sets down his papers as Aventurine climbs onto his lap, feeling the wetness of his partner’s cunt as he takes a moment to grind down against Ratio’s muscular thighs.
“Kakavasha,” Ratio warns lowly, and Aventurine flashes him an innocent smile. “The rules.”
“Yeah, yeah, the rules, whatever,” Aventurine grumbles, spreading his thighs so that his knees bracket Ratio, lifting himself up to spread himself out on three fingers. “Look at how wet I am for you already, Ver…”
Ratio pinches the bridge of his nose. This was definitely going to be a mistake, but, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Vasha.”
“I’m getting there!” He shifts so that his cunt is positioned above Ratio’s cock and sinks down slowly, letting out an absolutely divine noise as he does so. His eyes flutter shut before he seems to finally remember those rules Ratio has laid out and presses against his partner instead, burying the rest of the moan in Ratio’s neck.
When Aventurine stills fully, Ratio carefully picks up the papers he’d set down previously and begins to sift through them once again. Aventurine’s thighs are wrapped around his waist, arms draped across Ratio’s shoulders, and he seems content to simply snuggle up against Ratio and allow him to finish his work.
This is alright, Ratio thinks to himself as he goes back to work. This will be alright.
♡
As it turns out, Aventurine absolutely can follow those rules, and does a nearly perfect job of it as well. The only noises he’s making are quiet whimpers every time one of them shifts and Ratio’s cock nudges against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, and his head is buried in the crook of his partner’s neck, allowing Ratio to easily see over him and continue to review the papers. He is barely moving save for the occasional drag of nails along Ratio’s spine when the sensations get too intense.
Ratio, on the other hand, is beginning to think he has made a severe miscalculation.
It’s only been around ten to fifteen minutes since Aventurine lowered himself onto Ratio’s cock, his flushed and waiting cunt spread around the thick head of it as Aventurine let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. Aventurine had been moving around a bit more at the beginning as he adjusted to the feeling of the continuous pressure inside him, but as he became more comfortable with it, he relaxed and leaned against Ratio.
Ratio has, in turn, been subjected to the feeling of his husband sinking down onto his cock, wiggling his hips around as he tries to get comfortable on his lap, and then ten minutes of sinful warmth and velvet walls fluttering around him as he tries to read papers. He doesn’t even know what the paper he’s currently reading is on. It’s either on the mating habits of a specific starfish from the Thalassa system or an attempt to understand the reasoning behind the latest Emanator of Elation that has surfaced. He’d be hard pressed to be able to tell which one it is, not while Aventurine’s face is pressed up against the junction between his shoulder and neck and he’s whimpering these soft little noises any time either of them move. He is not being dramatic when he says he might die.
…well, he’s being a little dramatic, but he is about thirty seconds away from sweeping the papers off the desk and fucking Aventurine against it like a cheesy porn scene where they just can’t control themselves. He can control himself. He’s Dr. Veritas Ratio. He agreed to this.
(His control is slipping away faster and faster with every second Aventurine spends sitting on his cock. Ratio has read the same sentence four times, and all he can focus on is the feeling of Aventurine’s pussy clenching around him as he shifts his hips to keep from slipping off of Ratio’s lap.)
And the worst part is, it’s not as if he could ask Aventurine to stop, not when he’s been perfectly good so far. He’s followed all of Ratio’s rules to the best of his ability and he hasn’t complained once, seeming perfectly content to warm his husband’s cock and snuggle up against him as Ratio reviews the work in front of him.
He’s only been fully erect for ten minutes, but it feels like hours with the way his dick is aching, and he’s sure Aventurine can tell—the damned gambler probably thinks it’s funny, too, the way Ratio is so clearly losing the internal battle he’s having.
It’s not funny.
(It’s probably a little funny. Aventurine loves when Ratio loses his composure, and this is a perfect situation for him—he gets what he wants and more.)
His left leg is starting to fall asleep a bit, so he shifts ever so slightly in his desk chair, and the little whine Aventurine lets out at the movement has him biting his lip to keep from making noise in return. “Vasha,” Ratio begins, not knowing entirely where this sentence is going to go as his mind is mostly static and thoughts of what Aventurine would look like splayed out and glassy-eyed on his desk. “Can you…”
Aventurine picks his head up from where it’s been buried in the crook of his neck and smirks. “What’s up, Ver?” he purrs, and the sultry way Aventurine drawls out his nickname has Ratio’s cock twitching, causing the grin on his partner’s face to widen ever so slightly. Aventurine has Ratio exactly where he wants him. “I’m being a good boy for you, aren’t I?”
His cock twitches in interest again, and Aventurine throws his head back with a laugh before grinding his hips down slightly, gasping as Ratio’s cock brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. His cunt is starting to drip onto Ratio’s thighs, swollen clit rubbing against him as Aventurine rocks his hips back and forth. “I am trying to focus,” Ratio says, though he knows his husband can tell his composure is all but gone.
“You’re not doing a very good job of it.” Aventurine reaches up and removes Ratio’s glasses, placing them on his own face with a wink. “Should I pretend to be a student to help you focus? Someone trying to get a bit of—” he rolls his hips again— “extra credit?”
“You are incorrigible,” he replies, taking the glasses back from Aventurine and setting them on the file cabinet beside his desk. He chooses not to mention that he’s not even grading student papers; bringing that up will somehow only encourage Aventurine more. They both pretend not to notice the little gush of slick from Aventurine’s cunt and twitch of Ratio’s cock at the idea of roleplaying that—it’s something they’ll revisit at a later date. “I… overestimated my ability to retain concentration on my work while you were with me.”
“Aw, you wanna fuck me so bad you can’t do your work,” Aventurine coos, earning himself a glare from his husband. “I noticed you didn’t put your glasses back on.”
He steadfastly does not meet Aventurine’s gaze. “I do not think I have the capability to complete much more work right now.”
“I knew it,” he crows, and Ratio rolls his eyes. “I knew you weren’t going to be able to handle it. How important are those papers anyway?”
Ratio eyes the stack of reports on his desk that he really does need to read. He has a deadline in three system hours—well, two system hours and forty-three minutes, now. The Guild is expecting these papers peer reviewed by then, and he still has grading to do after that.
But he can spare an hour, right? The idea is becoming more and more tempting as Aventurine continues the slow roll of his hips, bitten-off whimpers escaping from his lips as he starts to fuck himself on Ratio’s cock more earnestly. It may not even take an hour given how desperate for it they both seem to be.
(The honeymoon phase is a fabrication. He has been married to Aventurine for nearly three years and would still happily pin him against the nearest flat surface whenever the mood strikes and fuck him until he screams. There has been no loss of desire, no increase in bickering—they are equally as horny and argumentative as they have been since they started dating.)
“...the papers can wait.”
Aventurine grins wickedly, and instead of taking the statement as permission to begin writhing on Ratio’s cock as he is wont to do, he slows to a halt. Ratio can feel his dick give a halfhearted pulse inside of his partner’s cunt as if in protest of the lack of movement.
Aventurine bats thick, sultry eyelashes up at his husband and says, “admit that I was right.”
Ratio stares at him, one eyebrow raised. “Are you serious?”
“Yep,” he chirps, reaching forward to start unbuttoning the front of Ratio’s cardigan as he shifts slightly on his partner’s lap. “Say I was right or I’m not moving.”
“Vasha.”
Aventurine giggles at the anguish with which Ratio says his nickname, though he remains unmoved by the clear desperation that tinges the words. He rides out the aborted little stutters that Ratio’s hips have started to make nearly of their own volition with practiced ease. “Say it.”
“I could hold you on my cock and fuck you regardless,” he threatens, but there’s no heat to it at all. “There’s no need for us to engage in this silly game you’ve created.”
He leans back as far as he’s capable of without having to relinquish his seat atop Ratio’s lap, seeming entirely too nonchalant for someone who was practically begging to be full of cock earlier. “No, there’s really no need at all. Maybe I just want to hear you admit that you were wrong and you weren’t ever going to be able to focus with me on your cock.”
“Was this your plan all along?” Ratio all but growls, hands going to grip at the side of his partner’s waist. “Warm my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore?”
“Of course it was, sweetheart!” Aventurine flashes him his signature “gotcha” smile, which would be far more terrifying if Ratio was somehow losing in this scenario. As it stands, the only thing he stands to lose here is a little bit of dignity, in front of the only person in the world who thinks he has no dignity left at all.
“I’ll repeat my earlier statement then,” he says, lifting Aventurine up slightly so that he can just barely see the base of his cock slip out of his husband’s pussy. Aventurine lets out a surprised noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and Ratio bites his lip to keep an equally lewd sound from coming out. “You are incorrigible,” he breathes against Aventurine’s ear, feeling the way that his partner shivers at the words, “but… you were right. I don’t think I’m very good at controlling myself around you at all.”
Aventurine writhes in his arms for a moment before Ratio drops him back down onto his dick, reveling in the debauched moan that results in from his partner. “You were being such a good boy for me,” Ratio drawls, breath hot against the side of Aventurine’s face. “My perfect little husband, taking my cock so well. Do you even know what you do to me?”
“I have a fairly good idea,” he says, regaining just enough composure to flash him a cheeky grin before returning to his prior work of unbuttoning Ratio’s cardigan. “Now was that so hard?”
“Leave the cardigan alone,” Ratio instructs, ignoring the provocation. “Hands on my arms.”
“Bossy.”
Ratio cannot help but roll his eyes once again. “Pot, kettle, my dear. I’m going to pick you up.”
He moves his hands to Ratio’s biceps, holding on to them as he whines petulantly, “But your cock— ”
Whatever he’s about to say beyond that is interrupted by Ratio standing up and spinning them so Aventurine’s back is against the wall before slamming his cock back into Aventurine’s cunt all the way to the hilt. He whimpers, hands scrabbling against Ratio’s arms, trying to find purchase. Unable to find any, he reaches his left hand behind him to find something to grab onto—the nearest thing is the edge of a bookshelf, to which he holds onto for dear life.
“What about my cock, love?” Ratio asks, hiking Aventurine’s legs up so that they’re wrapped around his waist. Aventurine says nothing, only whining and panting as he adjusts to the new position they’re in. “My, my, where’d my confident, cocky husband go? I swear he was just sassing me a moment ago.”
“Ver,” Aventurine says, fingers digging into his partner’s bicep, “please, please—”
“What are you begging for?” He rolls his hips, eliciting another debauched moan from Aventurine, before stilling completely. “Kakavasha. Use your words.”
There’s a bit of teasing in it, but Ratio firmly believes that nothing is more arousing than full consent from your partner. He has more or less blanket permission—really, he knows Aventurine well enough to know when to stop and when to go at this point—but he needs to hear him say it. Wants to hear him say it, hear him beg for Ratio’s cock.
“Please fuck me, Veritas,” Aventurine snips back, apparently still of sound enough mind to be sarcastic.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he says, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, one hand leaving Aventurine’s bare thighs to rest against the side of his face. “You’re so beautiful. I couldn’t think about anything other than you while you were warming my cock, knowing that you were doing such a good job for me… you are intoxicating, my love, and I will never have enough of you.”
Aventurine’s face goes even redder amongst the little whimpers and whines he’s making, and he ducks his head down. Ratio was expecting this and tilts it back up to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as he continues to fuck Aventurine against the wall, the sweet gesture deeply out of place amongst the lewdness of the scene. They’re both half-naked, with Aventurine wearing only an open button-down, and Ratio’s cardigan is halfway undone as the result of Aventurine’s ministrations.
“I’m already—haah—married to you, you sap,” Aventurine says in between breathy little gasps as Ratio finds a good rhythm, “you don’t need to impress me anymore.”
“I’m not trying to impress you.” He falters for a moment as Aventurine’s walls flutter around him, though he regains his rhythm soon enough. The feeling of his partner’s tight, warm heat around him is almost as alluring as the sight in front of him—his husband, red-faced and half-smiling from the praise, the affection, and the cock rearranging his insides (as if there is any rearranging left to do, as if every part of Aventurine has not already been molded to fit Ratio). Aventurine is his favorite thing to look at, his favorite thing to think about. He’s everything. “I am merely stating the facts. You are stunning, Vasha.”
Aventurine whines, a long, drawn-out noise, and his pussy clenches once again. “Nngh, Ver, sweetheart…” He’s close to coming, Ratio can tell. He grips the bookshelf behind him tighter as he’s pressed up against the wall, shaking with want and need. “Gonna—gonna come, please…”
“Do you want me to stop when you come?”
He shakes his head violently. “No, ‘s okay. Keep going.”
Ratio slows down a bit. “You’re getting a little out of it, love—”
Aventurine rolls his eyes, though they end up nearly rolling back instead as Ratio rubs against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. “Oh, ‘m sorry, I’ll try and keep more coherent next time you— aah —fuck me up against a wall, Ver. Please, please let me come…”
“Alright, love,” Ratio says, picking up the pace once again, reassured by his husband’s usual snark. His gaze flicks down to the junction where their bodies are joined, watching his cock slide in and out of his husband’s cunt, covered in slick and precum. “You take me so well.” He reaches the hand on Aventurine’s face down to rest his hand over Aventurine’s stomach. “Can you feel me here? Filling you up? You’re doing so well for me, Vasha, so good…”
Aventurine comes then, not with a loud moan but with a whine and an exhale, quietly panting as he comes down from his high. He locks his ankles behind Ratio’s back and moves the hand on the bookshelf down to rest on top of Ratio’s. “Haah, please… come inside me, wanna feel you.”
Ratio’s hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he nears his climax. He comes after only a few more thrusts, pressing his body flush against Aventurine’s as he does. Aventurine buries his face in the crook of Ratio’s neck to hide the low moan he lets out as he feels the warmth of Ratio’s come spilling within him, filling him up. “Vasha,” Ratio breathes out against the top of Aventurine’s head, post-orgasm lethargy hitting him like a truck. “Vasha…”
There are books on the floor, which must have fallen off when Aventurine was holding onto the bookshelf for dear life. The two of them look thoroughly ravaged, sweat shining on their half-naked bodies and shirts askew, the back of Aventurine’s hair messy from where he was leaning back against the wall. There are marks on Ratio’s bicep from where Aventurine was clinging to him. But they are silent for a few moments, happy to let the pleasure crest and ebb before moving from this spot. Ratio would be glad to do nothing else for the rest of his life.
Aventurine wraps his arms around Ratio, sighing contentedly as the tension bleeds out of him, happy to let Ratio do all the work of holding him up. “Yeah, Ver?”
He hesitates for a moment. “...I still have to finish those papers.”
“I hate you so much.”
“You knew I was going to—”
“Your cock is still in me! Can’t it wait?” Aventurine asks, though his tone is playful. “But honestly, sweetheart, thank you. I appreciate you doing this for me.”
Ratio presses a quick kiss to his cheek, shifting slightly to let Aventurine back down so he can stand on the ground. Aventurine’s thighs are stained with come, marks forming where Ratio was holding him up against the wall. He is absolutely mesmerizing. “I admit it was not only for you. I would be lying if I said you were not quite a tempting distraction from my work. You are my favorite part of the day.”
Aventurine laughs. “Aeons, you’re still such a smooth talker. I love you so much, you know that?”
He smiles, leaning down to capture his lips in a real kiss, softer than the ones they had shared in the heat of the moment. When they break apart, Ratio says, “I love you too.”
(Ratio misses his deadline. It was worth it.)