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It was stupidly easy to tell when Ratio was entering pre-heat.
For the general public he interacted with, it was as easy as enduring his increased irritability just days before he disappeared on leave for a week, only to return back to his usual self as if nothing had happened.
For Aventurine, it was as easy as scenting him in the morning and noticing the added spice to his familiar smell - and that was all he needed to stir up some mischief. Why not cut to the chase and gamble with the chance of triggering it early?
Arms wrapping around his omega’s waist, he happily interrupted Ratio’s morning routine - currently in the third phase, brushing his teeth after just having bathed and shaved - by dropping his head onto his shoulder and breathing in deeply.
“Hmm…good morning,” he purred to his mate, gleefully taking note of the way he stiffened from the gesture as if he already knew that Aventurine could tell.
Ratio simply spat out the toothpaste in his mouth and rinsed, ignoring the alpha’s attention and focusing on finishing preparing for the day. Playing hard to get, then.
Aventurine pouted at him in the mirror, nuzzling closer to his marked scent glands and breathing in again. “C’mon, Ver. All I said was good morning~”
“I do not have time for this, Aventurine,” Ratio growled, sending a delightful chill up the alpha’s spine. He knew the omega was all bark and no bite, but he still liked how feisty he was. He could make a lesser alpha cower with his confidence and stern demeanor, which is what made Aventurine fall in love with him in the first place. He was, by no means, the standard omega sold to society in media, meant to please and serve. He was simply Veritas, and he was perfect.
“Oh? And what’s on the schedule for today?” Aventurine asked, arms still locked around Ratio’s sides while the omega ran a brush through his hair, seemingly tolerating the contact (although Aventurine knew better than to call it tolerating when his heart rate had since picked up).
“First, I have a- stop that.” Ratio swatted at the hand reaching for the towel wrapped around his waist before repeating himself. “I have my first lecture in an hour. These students are particularly lacking, so I have already factored in around three hours of post-lecture study hall to further assist any who wish to be helped.” Aventurine hummed to let the omega know he was listening, moving slowly so he wouldn’t be caught. “Afterwards, I’ve agreed to lunch with a colleague. He-” Ratio faltered as a tongue dragged up his neck, directly across his scent glands. He cleared his throat and continued, choosing to ignore the alpha’s persistent routine. “He wished to discuss- a few..” Aventurine watched him in the mirror with predatory eyes as Ratio’s slipped shut, the alpha’s teeth nipping and teasing at his mating scar with his hands roaming up his chest in a slow, careful exploration. “A f-few..” Aventurine’s body pressed tighter against the omega’s, letting go of his neck to breathe into his ear and watch him start to crumble, to give in to the instincts he knew were starting to well to the surface.
“A few…?” he murmured into his ear, encouraging him to keep talking. He truly was listening, even if he was planning on taking those day plans and stomping all over them. When Ratio didn’t immediately continue, instead relaxing against the counter in the barest display of submission, Aventurine grinned and took his chance. “Mm, sounds like you’re not that excited for the day, Doctor,” he teased with a pout in his voice, as if sympathizing with him. “Why don’t you just take off and spend some time with your mate, hmmm?”
“I will not- ngh..” Aventurine leaned down and sank his teeth gently into the mark on Ratio’s neck, slotted perfectly into the bite mark he put there (and was always happy to renew when he got the chance). The omega shuddered as the smallest hint of a growl bloomed in Aventurine’s throat, hands sliding down so he could pull the towel down slowly, slowly, until he tore it off upon meeting no resistance.
He let go and turned Ratio around to face him, a grin on his face as the omega sourly looked at him as if unimpressed despite the signals to continue that he’d been dropping.
“You are incorrigible.”
“And you’re in pre-heat. Think I want my poor, on-edge omega to go all day without..” he leaned in, eyes hooded as he caressed the doctor’s thighs, urging them to part enough for him to fit between. “…a knot… to keep him satisfied?” The word made his lover inhale softly, his pupils expanding in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it instant, and Aventurine knew then that he’d won. Ratio would never, ever verbally admit it, but there was nothing his good little doctor loved more than a nice, thick knot in his pussy. Aventurine would never tease or belittle him for it, not only because that was a dick thing to do, but because it was one of the only things that seemed to clear his mind and give him a real sense of relaxation, even after the fun was over. Being knotted meant Ratio couldn’t scurry off to do other things, to continue giving other people every last inch of himself in an effort to spread as much knowledge as possible, to worry about his other obligations, to think. It let Aventurine spoil him with back massages, with good naps, with intimacy and close contact. It slowed him down, and that was why Aventurine loved that he loved it - and why he used it as a weapon.
“I- I have a few arrangements to make first,” he mumbled, face flushed red - whether in embarrassment from being so easily won over or from arousal, he couldn’t tell - and Aventurine purred as he backed away, hands lifting from his skin. He’d give him time, because Aventurine was in no hurry now that he’d secured his victory and because he wanted to make sure he had a proper spoil-spread ready for once they were finished…with round one, anyway.
“Of course, take your time. I’ll get everything ready.” He winked before he slipped out of the bathroom, a spring in his step as he collected the essentials. Their bed already had plenty of blankets and pillows for nesting, but what they weren’t going to have was water, snacks, massage oil, a tablet with practically every media streaming service it supported (thanks to Aventurine’s heavy wallet), and for good measure, a couple of towels for clean-up. Once he had their bedroom set up with everything he thought they may need for a busy day of getting busy, he sought out his mate, who was just emerging from the bathroom while finishing typing out something on his phone - presumably an email or something, he figured, more distracted by gawking at the doctor’s nude form like he’d never seen any of it in his life. The smell of arousal and slick was already lingering in the air, rousing Aventurine’s alpha to life as he breathed the scent in deeply.
The omega surveyed Aventurine’s work with approval, setting his phone down and approaching the bed. When Ratio’s attention returned to him, he patted beside him welcomingly, earning a huff before the omega pushed him back against the bed. He skittered his way up to the pillows, laying back as he was tacitly instructed to do and started to strip in the process.
He got as far as unbuttoning his sleep shirt a few buttons before Ratio was on him, straddling his waist and capturing him in a rather demanding kiss. Aventurine purred and hungrily complied, parting his lips and savoring the slide of their tongues as hands pawed at his waistband, yanking his sleep pants down his hips to expose his half-hard cock. Ratio’s hand wrapped around it and Aventurine moaned into his mouth, gladly taking any touch he could from his lover; be it his hand, mouth, ass, he would still savor and crave it as much as any other method. It was this notion, likely, that got him as hard as he was so quickly, because it only took a few strokes before the omega was satisfied and settling in his lap as he pulled away from the kiss.
“Eager today, aren’t we?” he breathed, earning a glower from Ratio as Aventurine flashed a grin and grabbed his hips, helping support him as he went straight for his prize and lined Aventurine’s cock up with his pussy, before sinking down slowly, carefully. Aventurine let out a satisfied breath as that familiar heat wrapped around him, gripping his mate’s hips and using them to pull him down into a gentle first thrust. The omega, despite the gasp of pleasure that left him, growled at him and Aventurine obediently halted, letting him do all of the work instead. “Okay, okay,” he teased, simply holding him for leverage and balance while he got settled.
It didn’t take long for Ratio to get comfortable, and when he did, he got straight to the point. Holding Aventurine’s shoulders, he started to move, small rocks of his hips at first, presumably to feel the grind of it inside of him before he started bouncing in the alpha’s lap, reducing them both to panting messes within just a few movements. Ratio’s pussy was, as always, divine; tight, clenching walls of sweet bliss that gripped his cock like its owner would die if it ever let go. Aventurine groaned and his fingers sank into the other man’s hips, unable to resist angling and pulling his hips into another thrust - this time, with some force, a resounding wet slap filling the room and making Ratio stiffen with a soft cry. Jackpot.
He wanted to let the omega guide the pace, he really did, but he couldn’t help himself. He was simply too greedy for his mate, for the pleasure, and the former certainly wasn’t complaining that he was being fucked from below and not exactly in control like he had initially wanted to be. Aventurine’s eyes dropped to where they were joined to watch his slick-soaked cock pull out and bury right back into his lover, one of his hands leaving Ratio’s hips so he could thumb over and circle his clit, making him clamp down that much tighter on him as he moaned sweetly in response.
“Fuck,” Aventurine panted, “that feel good? You like having your pussy filled?” A simple whine answered him, but that was all he needed to keep going. “Yeah, that’s a good boy.” A snarl answered him this time and he grinned up at the irritated omega, his arousal spiking just from seeing the glare on his pleasured face. “You’re so- nnh, fucking hot when you’re mad, Ver, fuck. ” He really was; something about the way he glared at Aventurine really got him going. It made his cock throb, seeing that look on his face, even more so when the statement made him flush and look flustered as well.
Aventurine took that as his chance to risk trying to flip them over, pulling out just to guide the omega onto his back on the bed so he could fit himself back between his legs. Thankfully, Ratio complied, if a bit annoyed by the interruption. As Aventurine slotted his cock back between those thighs, he got a clear visual of the omega splayed out just for him, and his heart leaped at the sight.
Mine. He felt a rush of urges; to kiss him, to touch him, to hold, to fuck, to worship - and oh, he would do every last thing. He loved him freely and endlessly, because he had already decided that no matter how their story would end - be it happy, tragic, or some other route - he was all in.
Ratio growled at him impatiently and Aventurine’s alpha flared within him enough to make him growl right back, not in displeasure but rather arousal . Wasting no more time, he lined his cock up and slid right back home, drawing the breath from them both. Aventurine’s thumb found its target again swiftly, rubbing smooth, gentle circles into the omega’s clit while he fucked him with deep, heavy rolls of his hips, letting his mate feel every last inch of him with each thrust. He had his partner gasping under him, his eyes hooded and mouth open to release those pretty groans and whines he liked to hear.
“Fuck,” he panted, his free hand sliding down to slip under Ratio’s knee and lift his leg up higher, letting him get closer and slide deeper.
Ratio was crumbling under him, much to Aventurine’s delight, his groans turning weepy and his hips rocking into each thrust. He leaned in close, raking his teeth over his throat before he bit and grunted in pleasure as his lover’s pussy rippled around his cock in response, earning a broken whine and nails raking down his back for his efforts. His hips fucked in an even, slightly hurried tempo, breathing heavily and absorbing every last reaction he was given. Each thrust brought him closer to euphoria, to the nirvana that was only ever achieved when with his beloved, snarky mate, and he started to lose himself in the pleasure, the haze of instincts rushing to his mind. Mine. Mine. All mine. He wanted to pin him down and grind him full with a knot, to fuck him full of pups, to make sure he had every possible thing he could want. Aventurine wanted to possess, to claim, to provide, and before he knew it, he was releasing his hold on the omega’s throat and running his mouth again.
“Feel that?” he panted against his lover’s lips, able to feel his breath shudder as the swell of Aventurine’s knot started to slow his thrusts, stretching Ratio’s hole gradually with each push and pull. It felt magnificent, but what Aventurine was more focused on was talking his omega through every last second. The omega whimpered ever so slightly, his head pressing back tightly into the pillows. “That’s it. You earned it, baby. It’s all for you,” Aventurine purred, nuzzling into his neck and dragging his tongue across his scent glands. Ratio was wound tight like a spring, walls spasming around Aventurine’s growing knot like he was fit to burst at any moment. Aventurine knew better, though. He wasn’t going to come until he got just what he wanted; just as stubborn as always.
“You’re gonna look so pretty full of a litter,” he dared to say, and rather than snarl or get wound up like he expected, his mate whined, his pupils blown wide as his hips rutted aggressively into every subsequent thrust. Heat-scent spilled into the room and Aventurine instantly felt a rush of instincts scramble his brain, screaming mate mate mate fuck knot breed and his hips snapped faster, knot stretching his sloppy hole as he groaned against Ratio’s lips, capturing them in a hot, messy disaster of a kiss. It consisted of teeth and tongues clashing together in a desperate rush to the finish, halted only when Aventurine pressed his swollen knot against his mate’s pussy, applying heavy, steady pressure. He pulled away from the omega’s face to watch as he spread his thighs and ground against his hole, bullying his way inside bit by bit in a slow and deliberate display of letting his mate enjoy the ride.
Ratio’s eyes were unfocused and fought to stay open as his hips rabbited upward, helping ever so slightly to welcome that fat knot inside of him. His breaths shook and he pushed his head up so his throat was bared, but Aventurine gripped his chin and guided him right back into place as he started to rut a little harder, catching the omega’s rapt attention. Capturing his gaze, Aventurine brushed his hair out of his face, caressing his cheek as he leaned in and murmured softly to him.
“I love you.”
The knot popped and the omega threw his head back, jerking into an arch with a wail bursting from his throat as he came. It was something wild and unbidden and everything Aventurine craved from him, his unadulterated pleasure and relief. The alpha shuddered and rutted him through his orgasm, savoring every last powerful, intense squeeze of his seizing pussy around his cock. The euphoria was blinding, every last pump of cum sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body as his knot was milked for every last drop. He reveled in his orgasm while the omega moaned and relaxed beneath him, his body trembling with the force of his release.
Ratio was lost to his knotting, his head lolled back against the bed while he panted and, likely completely unbeknownst to him, purred in satisfaction, his eyes slipped shut as his chest heaved. Another job well done, it seemed.
“Mm…that was better than what you could’ve been doing today, wasn’t it?” he quipped, grinning as he was given a weak leer from one half-lidded eye in warning. Ratio didn’t dignify him with a response past that, but that was alright. He just started to gently stroke his violet hair, and found the answer to his given affection in the way that the omega leaned into his touch.