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The first time Aventurine had the idea of using food during sex, he was shot down almost immediately.

"Absolutely not. It's unsanitary, and most even if you did shower beforehand, most foods would make a mess." Ratio had scoffed. Aventurine had closed his eyes and laid back against the bed, and Ratio thought nothing more of it.

For once, Aventurine didn't bring it up again. Ratio had considered it a win, hoping that Aventurine had taken his words to heart and dropped the subject.

Then he walked in two weeks later, laying on their shared bed nude, save for the mounds of whipped cream just covered his nipples. Instead of asking anything, Ratio just puts his work bag onto the floor, takes his lab coat off, and pulls his glasses off.

"I take it you've showered?" He walks toward the bed, eyeing the can of whipped cream and a bottle of gourmet chocolate sauce. "Of course, doctor." He dips a finger into the left pile of cream, bringing it to his mouth with a lazy smile. "The only thing dirty about me is my mind."

The doctor is silent for a moment. "Very well." He acquiesces.

He rolls up his sleeves, kneeling onto the bed with a sigh. "Since I'll be having my dinner here, I'll be eating my fill." Aventurine giggles as the older man leans down to kiss him. "Please enjoy, doctor~" He puffs his chest out, whipped cream covered chest making a mess against his husband's.

Ratio scoffs, rolling his eyes with no real heat as he leans down to lap at a nipple. "Do try to keep my clothes clean while I eat." He scolds. The cream is swallowed down easily, and when it's all gone from one hardened bud, he pulls away just to see the blonde blush and whine.

It's enough to put him back to work, bringing his tongue out to lick at the cream on the other half of his lover's chest. "Delicious..." He groans between suckles. "I'll need to sample much more than the cream."

Aventurine whimpers as Ratio pulls away. He wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand and grabs the bottle of chocolate sauce with his right. He fully intends to smear the sauce on Aventurine's cherry-pink nipples, but the gambler spreads his legs, and all his plans are disrupted.

The chocolate sauce nearly drops from his hands when the blonde uses two fingers to spread himself, and it finally does when he realises just how wet Aventurine really is.

He struggles for a moment. He knows he should clean up the chocolate sauce he's squeezing from the bottle. It's dripping into the expensive carpet and it'll need to be replaced. But the devil on his shoulder encourages him to dig in, and he's always been particularly weak when it makes arguments like, "He's so slick, and so sweet, and he tastes so good~"

He hikes his body forward before readjusting on his knees. The gambler squeals as his thighs are thrown over muscular shoulders and his waist is pinned tightly by heavy hands. "V-Veritas, your clothes!" He tries to worm away.

"They can be washed or ruined, I don't find myself troubled by either at the moment." Then he opens his mouth and groans as he licks a stripe up the tender, juicy cunt in front of him.

The thighs tighten around his head, and it takes a good amount of strength to keep Aventurine pinned, especially when the doctor opens his mouth to suck as much as he can into his mouth. He rotates between suckling everything and focusing on the one bud that causes Aventurine to tremble.

It's a horrible tease, but every time he pulls from the gamblers throbbing clit, his pussy weeps and Veritas enjoys curling his tongue just beyond the tightened rim of the hole to taste every drop.

He's nice, eventually, when Aventurine tugs at his hair a little too much and kicks his feet a little too hard. Then, he just flicks the clit with his tongue and sucks every third flick, and Aventurine tumbles over the edge with a gasp, a moment of silence, and then a loud, breathy moan.

He knows he needs to pull away, but moving away from the sweet heat is too much to bear, so he compromises. His hands feel along the floor until he grabs the chocolate syrup bottle, and only then does he pull off of his husband's oversensitive pussy with a pop.

The legs around his ears fall limp, and he lets them rest on his shoulders. "Fuck," Aventurine wails. "You're a horrible, torturous man."

"I'm not done." The doctor answers. He drizzles the sauce onto the inside of Aventurine's thighs, still panting for breath. "Squirm as much as you're able and willing, it won't make a difference." Is all he gives the shocked gambler just before he sinks down and gives the chocolate-covered skin open-mouthed kisses.

It's sweet, he thinks. The chocolate is a decent brand, and he knows just by smell alone that Aventurine used the vanilla soap that Veritas adores on him.

By now, his erection is leaking through his black slacks, and his movements to pull Aventurine closer to him only make his discomfort worse. He does his best to ignore the pressure as he continues to mouth at the space between Aventurine's thighs. It's not long before the chocolate sauce is completely replaced by the traces of his tongue, and then he's back to suckling at the twitching bud.

This time, the gambler howls as Ratio sucks the bud harder than before. He slides two fingers into Aventurine's hole, pleased with the malleability and wetness. His mouth pays attention to lapping and suckling Aventurine's clit while his fingers go to work prodding and curling.

It isn't long before he curls up just right, and his lover gasps as his hips jump up. Ratio's own body follows the movement, fingers and mouth moving up while his hips buck into the friction of his pants. His chin is soaked in moments, but he continues to lick whenever and wherever he can.

Without Ratio edging him, Aventurine finds his orgasm quickly. "I- I'm going to, Ver, please! Don't stop! Don't stop! Mmmnaaah~ Cumming!"

Aventurine's back arches as he cums around Ratio's fingers and on his tongue. His hole twitches, his thighs close-

And Ratio groans like he's been punched as his wrist is soaked. His eyes roll shut as his hips buck up, and he follows his gambler over the edge. He doesn't stop curling his fingers up or suckling Aventurine's clit until the gambler finds the strength to kick him away, and even then he finds himself scrambling to take another taste.

When he's finally shoved back onto the floor, Aventurine is able to take deep breaths. The doctor can see just how shiny and soaked the gambler's thighs and cunt really are, and despite his own orgasm, he finds himself in need of more.

Speaking of his orgasm...

"Did you- Ver, in your pants? "

The doctor stands, removing his shirt and sliding off his pants with a heavy sigh. His erection stands tall, dripping with his own spend. "Forgive me."

The gambler giggles. He grabs the bottle of chocolate sauce from the floor and kneels, pulling his husband close by a gentle hand on his hips. "There's nothing to forgive." He spreads a line of chocolate sauce over the shaft, then he licks it off, savoring the slow groan from his husband before he pours on another line.

"You got your dessert. Now let me have mine."

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"I want you to bruise me."

"Excuse me?" Ratio looks up from the work at his desk, eyes furrowed in confusion. "I will do no such thing. Kakavasha, what is this about?" The professor lowers his glasses, setting aside his red grading pen and watching husband walk into the home office.

Aventurine sits in one of the chairs across from the doctor's desk, hand fidgeting with a golden chip. The practice isn't new, Ratio knows it well as a self-soothing practice when the gambler is nervous.

He lets the gambler speak first, giving him the floor. It takes more than a few moments before the blonde speaks. "Do you remember the first time we had sex in my office?" He grins.

Veritas remembers vividly. They had nearly broken the expensive table in the rush to get Aventurine off before his meeting a half hour later. If he remembers correctly, Aventurine has trouble walking after that, opting to take the meeting in his office and claiming he had sprained his ankle.

"I do. What about it?" He cocks his head, and Aventurine continues. "Do you recall a single time since we got married that we've done that?" He smirks. Veritas frowns. "I also remember we agreed to abstain from sex in your office after Topaz caught you under your own desk."

Aventurine sighs. "Yeah, but that's not the point." He leans forward. "When was the last time we fucked?"

Veritas raises a brow. "Two nights ago, after I came home from work and you initiated by giving me a blow job before I had even tied my shoes off at the door. Why?" He leans back, and Aventurine shakes his head. "No, you made love to me that night. I'm asking when we last fucked."

Suddenly, Ratio gets it. He doesn't say it, but it must be written on his face with the way Aventurine smirks. "Yeah, there it is. Tell me, dear doctor. When was the last time you shoved me against a wall and grabbed my hips like I'd fly off if you didn't?"

The gambler stands and straightens his clothes as he steps forward. "When was the last time you shoved my mouth onto your dick like you would die if you weren't cumming down my throat that instant?"

He rounds the desk with a devilish grin, pulling Ratio's rolling chair back from the desk. The doctor stares up with pink cheeks as Aventurine straddles his lap. "When was the last time you got on your knees for me?" Veritas swallows, hands twitching on his seat.

The gambler leans in, breath faint on his husband's lips as he drives the nail in the coffin. "When was the last time you railed my sweet, tight pussy so hard that when I squirted on your dick, we woke the fucking neighbors with our noise?"

Aventurine watches as his husband looks down. He moves to step back, wondering if he went too far.

The moment he tries, Veritas grabs his wrist and pulls him back, forcing the blonde to straddle his lap with heavy hands. "I see your point, now." He growls. His hands move from Aventurine's waist to his ass, grabbing heavy handfuls.

"You've gained a bit of healthy weight." The doctor muses. "I'm proud of you." He lets Aventurine's right cheek go only to smack his hand back down onto it. The blonde squeaks in shock, and Veritas grinds his own hips up into the crux of the gamblers' thighs.

Aventurine slams his lips onto Ratio's, and the doctor moans as he kisses back. "Mmph- the desk." Aventurine pants between kisses. Ratio swipes a hand across the desk, licking across his husband's lips and groaning when it earns him another grind.

He grabs the gambler's ass and picks him up, slotting him on the now-clear desk just before he breaks the kiss. He says nothing as he stands tall and grabs the center of the golden spade cutout and tears it open. Aventurine squeals in joy, unbuckling his pants and shoving them around his knees.

The doctor strips him naked, helping him shuffle out of the usual black boxers. Then he rushes to close his lips around the pink, hardened nubs in the center of his husband's breasts.

Aventurine moans, biting his lip. "Ah, that's what I remember. The calm doctor gone rabid at the sight of his little blonde husba-ah~!" Veritas bites down while his hands pull their hips together.

The taller man bites and sucks marks into his lover's skin as he grinds down. He moves away and slips three fingers into Aventurine's hole without a warning, and the gambler tosses his head back and groans. He opens his mouth to say something, but his lover beats him to it, pulling out his fingers to slap at his soaked opening.

The blonde tries to close his legs, but the presence of his husband's waist stops that. Instead, the doctor slaps his clit again before shoving three fingers back inside. Aventurine wails.

The gambler grabs what he can of the doctor's chest, shoving him back with pleasure-weak hands. "Hurry-oh fuck, hurry up... Need you in me already!"

Veritas growls, pulling his hand away from the blonde's soaked hole to grab him by the shoulder. He throws him over his shoulder, ignoring the way Aventurine slaps at his back and leaving the clothes on the floor for tomorrow.

The way to their bedroom is quick, and while Ratio considers placing the gambler on the matress, he ends up using another idea.

He throws the blonde onto the bed, stripping himself naked in record time before he grabs Aventurine's ankles. He drags his husband to the edge of the bed, staying standing as he pulls the blonde's hips up so his back rests upside down against Ratio's abs. He holds the thighs tightly and checks Aventurine's upper back and shoulders are stable on the bed.

Then he dives in, opening wide as he sucks everything he can into his mouth. His husband yowls his clit is flicked, and Ratio digs his fingers into his thighs in retaliation.

He eats like a man starved, messy and desperate. He slurps every drop, groaning when his tongue slides into the tight warm and slick smothers his taste buds. The legs around his ears tighten, but the doctor just holds them tighter and moans into his meal.

One hand moves from holding his thighs to sliding over his, using his thumb to rub quick circles Aventurine's clit as he licks inside his hole. The gambler's hands fist the sheets tightly, and he moans loudly as his body tenses tightly and he cums. Ratio groans as the gambler gushes, slurping every drop and holding him to his mouth until his orgasm turns into overstimulation.

When it does, he's careful as he lets Aventurine's body lay onto the bed. He never puts him down, though.

Instead, he picks the gambler up, holding him by the ass as Aventurine wraps his arms around his neck. "Oh, my~" Aventurine giggles as he nips at Ratio's neck. "You haven't held me like this in months... It makes me so horny it's insane." The gambler's slick makes the slide in easy, and whatever he was planning so say next is interrupted by a low moan.

Ratio sinks in easily, letting himself adjust and prepare. Then he grabs Aventurine's already-abused ass, picks him up, and slams him back down, relishing in the moaning gasp it earns him. He continues like that, picking the gambler up and pushing him back down, spearing the gambler open again and again until the legs around his waist go nearly limp.

His arms burn with the effort, but when he fucks up as he drops his husband, Aventurine yowls. His nails drag over Ratio's skin and he tries to hold on as he begs for more. "Oh fuck! Deep, so deep, more! Ver-i-tas!"

It's too much. Ratio can feel his orgasm closing in on him, and he won't be able to keep them both up.

So he leans forward, bending to press Aventurine into the bed as he kneels onto the mattress without stopping his thrusts. His hands move from ass to waist, and Aventurine brings a hand down to his clit to rub two fingers back and forth. "'m cumming, I can't- Veritas fuck, don't you dare st-oh!"

The gambler tightens around him, and his cock is soaked, and it's then that Ratio realizes Aventurine is squirting on his cock. "Vasha!" He nearly chokes as his own orgasm hits. He shoves in deep and releases.

When his orgasm subsides, Aventurine is looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Ratio leans down, chuckling as he slides his lips onto his husband's. They stay like that, hands wandering onto each other as they kiss.

"Mmph, Aeo-oh~"

"Oh?" Veritas grins down at his husband, eyes almost evil. "Did you think we were done?"

Aventurine whimpers as a thumb presses over his clit, and suddenly it's very hard to respond in words.

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"I want a baby."

The words barely leave his mouth before he hears the clatter of a shampoo bottle being dropped into the bathtub. He turns around, wiping the last of his skincare routine from his face with a moist towel. Veritas is staring at him, pink-faced and jaw dropped. "A-amica mea..." He sputters. "You can't just drop this on me like this."

Kakavasha rolls his eyes with a giggle. "Oh? But you seem more flustered than usual." "Yes, but we need time to prepare. Your birth control needs to be removed-"

"Veritas."

"-and I'd need to let the university know that we're expecting once you're pregnant."

"Veritas!"

"As well as- hm?" The scholar looks up. "I'm rambling."

The blonde smiles, soft and sweet. "That you are. Anyway, I have an appointment to get the implant replaced in a few months." He taps his arm. "I can just have it removed, if that's what we're thinking." He leans against the side of the tub.

"I mean, think about it." He offers, reaching a hand forward to play with the bath bubbles. "We're getting older, Jade's been giving me less dangerous missions since Penacony, and we do have a lot of empty space in the house." He flicks a few bubbles at Veritas' wet chest.

For a long moment, the older man is silent. At last, he speaks, moving a hand to hold his husband's. "I am not opposed, but I'd like to have more conversations about this, at length." He leans back into the tub, picking his shampoo bottle from the tub.

"For now, can I ask you to help me with my hair?"

Kakavasha gives him a kiss, then settles behind him to massage his husband's scalp.

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In the next two months, the couple talk.

They discuss the upsides and detriments, and in the end, they decide not to replace the birth control implant. Both the gynecologist and Ratio advise Aventurine that the next 6 menstrual cycles will be nothing short of disruptive and irregular, but once they level out, the couple can proceed with the attempts.

Thankfully, the first four cycles are fine. They go by just as horrible and long as he remembers before the implant, but nothing intense. The fifth is particularly horrendous, and Aventurine called out sick for a full day after he woke with cramps so bad he couldn't move.

The next three months, the cycle is even again, and after a fertility test that shows the pair is in their prime, Veritas plans.

He has Kakavasha take vitamins and avoid the gambling tables, all of which the blonde planned to do anyway. He then encourages healthy eating, which is less fun, but Kakavasha allows it. He sticks to salads and turkey clubs for lunch instead of mixed nuts and energy bars.

He nearly snaps Veritas' neck when the doctor tries to steal his coffee away, and so he walks away from his kitchen with a smile on his face and a very scared doctor in his kitchen.

They make sure the week before Kakavasha's next period, the pair are both free.

For the first four night, Veritas is slow. He makes love to his gambler, kissing all the right spots and handling him like glass. They go for hours, breathing onto each other and covering themselves in fluids. They wake up the next morning wrapped in each other's arms, exhausted.

The next two nights are barely considered intimacy. Kakavasha comes home exhausted. He warms his husband's cock until they lose their senses, cumming in a frenzied haste so they can get some rest.

Kakavasha is disappointed when his period shows up two days later. Veritas consoles him over a vat of pickle-flavored ice cream.

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The next month, they plan again. Kakavasha takes his vitamins, eats healthier, and even gives up his sugary snacks. He still refuses to part with his coffee.

They follow the same plan, with one exception: They abstain from sex for the next two weeks. It's mostly Veritas that plans to stay abstinent, but Kakavasha admits with a grin that it always feels better when Veritas touches him after such a long time.

When Kakavasha's fertile week begins, they begin the week with another five days of soft lovemaking. The next two days, Vasha has a little more fun, using a vibrator and an anal plug on himself.

The morning after the seventh day, Ratio wakes up in the worst mood he's had in months. Kakavasha doesn't dare tease or upset him, even if he doesn't know why his husband is being so grumpy. "Ver?" He whispers as his husband is preparing to leave.

Veritas turns around with a sigh. "Yes, Vasha?" He looks at his husband, eyes furrowed in annoyance. "What is it you need?" Aventurine holds out his keys silently, and the annoyance slides from Veritas' face.

"I see. Thank you, Amica mea." He steps forward, enveloping the blonde in a tight hug. "I apologize for my attitude this morning. I don't know why I'm so upset." He gives the gambler a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be home early, and I'd like to take you to dinner as an apology."

Kakavasha giggles in his arms. "Even if I want to go to that really expensive steakhouse again?"

Veritas rolls his eyes, but he doesn't let Vasha go until they've shared another kiss. "My wallet shudders at the thought, but if that's what you'd like." Then, he grabs his briefcase and his keys. "I love you." He opens the door.

Kakavasha waves. "I love you too, grumpy-ass."

The gambler bursts into giggles when Veritas closes the door behind him with a loud scoff.

He rushes to his laptop, then he settles into the living room with his self-care basket. He types his reports as he paints his nails in a pearly white and he watches the meetings he's supposed to be at as he mutes himself and waxes himself.

By the time he's done, his body is smooth, and he's got a few hours to kill. He decides to get started on his backlog, setting a timer for noon, when Veritas should be on his way home. Even then, he doesn't get much done.

When his alarm goes off, he takes the rest of the day off, shutting his laptop and booting off his tablet, and making his way to the bathroom.

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When Veritas comes home, he's significantly less annoyed. He's more tired than anything, but he admits to himself that even he's excited for the money-sucking establishment that is the steakhouse whose name he can't remember. He opens the door, shutting it behind him and locking it while he takes off his shoes.

"Vasha, I'm home! I'll only need a moment to change, then I'll be ready for one of those delicious st-" He pauses as he looks up. "Oh."

Kakavasha smirks as he steps forward, pure white heels clicking against the floor. His hips swing in the white lace thong he's wearing, and the little lace bralette with no shoulder straps makes Veritas hard so fast he's dizzy with it.

"Aeons, Kakavasha..." He breathes as he grabs the blonde's hips with gentle hands. "You look beautiful." The scholar leans down for a kiss, which his husband gladly gives.

His face is done in light mascara and red eyeshadow, and Veritas can tell from the kiss that Kakavasha's got cherry-flavored lip gloss on. It's new, he realizes.

"We've done lovemaking, and we've done quickies." Kakavasha grins. "I figured I'd give you an incentive to try the one thing we haven't yet." He leans up on his tiptoes, whispering breath fanning gently on Veritas' lips.

"I bought more than a few sets, so you can tear these ones off me without missing anything."

Veritas growls. "Damned gambler." He scoops up the blonde and tosses him over his shoulder, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he walks.

When they get to the bedroom, Veritas throws the gambler onto the bed. "Since dinner is postponed, why don't you have a snack now?" Kakavasha lays on his front, sliding until his feet hit the floor and his thong is fully on display. The thin fabric doesn't even cover his back hole, and the blonde's slick labia practically swallows what's supposed to cover it.

It only makes his job easier, as he gets onto his knees and licks a thick stripe over Kakavasha's cunt. The blonde shivers as Veritas pulls the thong away with his teeth, hooking it under his left thumb, which is currently holding the smooth fat apart.

He dives in like a man starved, circling his tongue to taste every drop of honey before flicking the tip over the gamblers clit and moving back to circle his tongue. He knows how important the first orgasm is to ensure his sperm reaches the egg and complete insemination.

In short, the more he makes Vasha cum on his tongue, the better chances he knocks up his husband.

He uses all the best tricks he knows, adding two fingers in and scissoring deep and suckling Vasha's clit gently, and it works wonders. With how pent up they've both been, it's no wonder that Veritas hears a loud gasp and a drawn out moan within twenty minutes. The slick drips onto his tongue and he swallows it with no hesitation.

When he pulls away, strings of slick and spit cover his cheeks and chin, and he waits until most of them snap and form droplets on his face to wipe his face with his shirt. The clothing is shortly joined with the rest of what he's got on in a pile in front of the bed.

When he's undressed, Kakavasha is in one of the most erotic positions he's ever seen. He's on his back, heels in the air and knees touching his shoulders while his hands grab at his ankles.

Both of his holes are on full display, but his pussy, soft and soaked as it is, is driving the scholar insane. "This can't be comfortable." Is all he can muster out.

"It's called a breeding press." Kakavasha's glossy lips call out. "My hypothesis is that it's earned that name through vigorous testing." Veritas takes in the view for just a second long, committing the view to memory.

Then he pounces. He slots his knees around Kakavasha's waist and taps his head against the winking hole. "Every hypothesis needs validation." Veritas breathes, sinking himself in slowly. "Allow me to do what I do best, and separate the foolish from the truth."

He slides out, watching as Vasha grips the sheets and nods. "Put a baby in me, Veritas." The scholar nods, then he drops down.

Kakavasha howls, eyes rolling back. "Fffuck!" He chokes on a gasp as Veritas sets a fast pace, and Veritas bites his lip when he meets resistance he's nearly addicted to feeling. "Is that-" "Veritas, don't stop! You're, so deep~!" The gambler wails as his head falls back. The scholar groans loudly as he fucks in, pace slowing in favor of heavier thrusts.

Kakavasha screams, tears falling from his eyes as he moans. "Sho deep!! Ver, you're- you're hitting my- my-!" Veritas does his best to keep his pace heavy and fast at the same time, but it's hard when Kakavasha keeps squirming like this.

He finally pushes a hand on his husband's chest, pressing him into the bed as he plows into the blonde. "I'm tapping on your cervix, aren't I? Does it feel good to know that if I slide in, there's no way you're not leaving this bed pregnant?" The older man taunts through heavy breaths.

Kakavasha squeezes him tighter, and Veritas can feel his orgasm creeping up on him. "I think you're right, Vasha. I think when I finally push in," he presses particularly hard on Kakavasha's womb, and the gambler shrieks. He gets a horrible wonderful idea, leaning down as much as he can to whisper in his husband's ear while a hand slides down to circle his clit.

"I'll breed your womb so well you'll be dripping for weeks."

Kakavasha's eyes go wide before they roll back. His entire body spasms and tightens, and Veritas doesn't even try to muffle the ecstatic scream from his husband as he pushes in with one final thrust and shoves his tip into Vasha's womb.

He orgasm is ripped from him as he sees stars, gasping as his cock is milked. The rippling walls are so tight they nearly hurt, but when he tries to pull out, Kakavasha whimpers. "Don't leave... Again, please..." Veritas only gets as far as pulling his tip from Vasha's cervix, but as he watches his cum flow back out of his husband's soaked hole and around his dick, he can't help himself.

"I suppose, if this has the best chance of conception, that multiple rounds would only increase the chances of success."

Neither of them are surprised when Vasha misses his period, nor are they surprised when the pregnancy test comes back positive, but Veritas nearly passes out when Vasha comes back with ultrasounds that show not one, nor two little ones, but three.

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There's three things Aventurine knows for sure at the moment.

The first is that he's currently in a locked closet on the opposite side of the manor he's supposed to be on. He's very much allowed as far into those as he is, but that leads into the second fact he knows.

The second thing he knows is that the mission has gone horribly wrong. The recon mission was doomed from the start, from the moment he spotted one of his ex-employees from across the floor. Him and his partner shared one dance and a drink before they spotted security rushing for them.

The last fact he knows combines both facts together: him and his husband are stuck in a locked closet, far behind enemy lines, with no weapons or backup.

Ratio sighs under his breath. "Did you have to pick such a small hiding space?" He tries to lean backwards to straighten his back. His shoulder hits a shelf and both men still. There's no sound outside, and the doctor slowly hunches back over the blonde.

"Sorry!" Aventurine whispers, looking up in the dim closet. "Didn't really have a choice." Not that he's complaining.

The way Ratio's hunched over him, the gamblers' got his face stuck between two thick pecs, his hands resting on thick thighs, and two legs parted over a thick knee. "We should get comfortable, then." He laments, acting so sincere he almost fools his lover. "Jade won't be here for another hour." He looks up with a grin while nestling his nose into Ratio's bosom.

Ratio glares down at him. "Absolutely not."

His cheeks betray him, though, because even in the dim closet light Aventurine can see that there's more pink than usual. "Why not, doctor?" He leans upward, brushing his lips against his lover's. "We're all alone, and I know that it's not your belt buckle that's poking me."

He can hear people outside looking for them. They need to be quiet.

He knows he shouldn't. Aventurine is loud, especially when Ratio's buried deep in him and his cock is slick between their bodies.

Yet, he wants to. Ratio glares down at the gambler. "We doing this the loud way?"

Ratio gives no answer. He just slams his lips onto Aventurine's, pushing him against the wall and causing things behind him to clatter. Aventurine takes the chance to push his hands between them, using his feet to push his pants and underwear to the floor.

Ratio follows suit, pushing his pants down to his thighs and slicking his cock. There's almost no room, but Aventurine is able to turn around, sticking out his bottom with a frown. "I don't know how much time we have..." He can feel the thick length between his cheeks, and he rolls his hips back onto it. "This should work."

He can feel Ratio tense behind him. "What, you've never heard of hot-dogging?" He grins. "Don't worry, you'll be able to fuck me on the recon ship out of here. For now, just focus on making a big mess." He rolls his hips back again, and Ratio catches them.

The doctor frowns. "The chances of us being walked in on increase by the second."

Aventurine's smile drops. "It's either this or they shoot us for snooping. We need to make this believable." He throws a wink back as his smile returns. "Besides, this big guy," he wiggles his hips and chuckles when the length over his hole throbs. "Definitely wants to try it."

Ratio leans forward to give his gambler a soft kiss. "It doesn't make this any less dangerous. I'll be counting on your luck." Aventurine kisses back with a nod. "Go on then, use me as you wish."

That's all the doctor needs to lock a stripe up his own hand and slide it over his arousal. The head catches on Aventurine's rim, and the gambler bites his lip to stifle a moan. Veritas spanks him for the effort. "Don't." He urges. "Our cover urges us to be loud." The head catches on his rim again, and this time Aventurine moans out loud.

"Do you have-" Aventurine cuts the doctor off as he digs into his shirt pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube. "Hurry. For more reasons than one, I want you fucking me, now!" He hisses.

The doctor obliges, being quick to generously lubricate himself. "I apologize that I cannot prepare you properly. Breathe." He reminds as he slowly pushes in.

Aventurine doesn't need the warning in the way Ratio thinks he needs it. There's no pain for him. Sure, Ratio's cock is larger than any he's taken, and sure he wasn't really stretched out before he left home, because he expected to be railed on a lousy motel bed four hours ago.

But this is just as good, he's decided. The stretch is walking the knife's edge of pain, and it's so good he can only roll his eyes back and whimper. The staggered breath in his ear only proves that he's not the only one.

"You're squeezing me." Ratio huffs. "Relax yourself, damned gambler."

Aventurine does his best, breathing and trying to keep loose, but there's only so much he can relax with Veritas balls-deep in his ass. "Whenever you're ready." He gasps.

They stay like that, panting and regaining their composure, for just a few more moments. Then Ratio presses Aventurine's back to the hardwood wall and huffs as he slides nearly completely out.

Then, he groans as he shoves back in.

Aventurine chokes on a gasp as his palms press against the wood. "Oh, fuck." He whimpers.

Ratio takes no time, setting a brutal pace that has Aventurine seeing stars. He's no longer worried about the beating steps of the soldiers that have heard them, he's too busy focused on the thick cock spearing him open.

It takes four thrusts for Ratio to find a rhythm, and another seven to find Aventurine's prostate.

The doctor uses both of those facts to his advantage. He fucks in with heavy thrusts, splaying Aventurine's against the wall and pulling his hips back. "Fuck, that's it! Aah, fuck, Ver, thats- GAH!" His yell resounds in the small room, as does the hefty smack Ratio gives the gambler's ass.

"Rarely do I demand this," Ratio runs his fingers through Aventurine's hair and tugs, "But if you aren't loud enough to cause a scene, I won't stop until you do." He drives his hips in harder, sliding against his lover's prostate with reckless abandon.

It drives Aventurine insane. He reaches a hand down to his cock, but Ratio is faster. The taller man wraps a thick, heavy hand around his arousal, tugging only twice-

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Fuck, I can't- I'm gonna-"

Aventurine's eyes roll back as he cums, and every other sense flashes white. Veritas slams in with a groan and continues to grind against him. He hears the door slam shut with an "I-I'm so sorry!" but he can't find it in him to care who it is.

Not when Ratio's taken the liberty of ramping up his thrusts again. He can feel the gentle sting of muscled thighs against his ass. Every thrust in forced his cock into the tight hand in front of him, and every pull out only makes the next shove in more intense.

"Oh, Ratio! It's- it's too much, I just, mmnyaaa!" He moans around the two fingers pressing on his tongue, letting the top of his body go limp as he struggles to stay standing. Ratio leans over him, groaning into his ear. "Hurry up and cum, damned gambler."

Aventurine whimpers around the fingers in his mouth. It's too much too soon. The length in his hole goes faster and the hand over his dick begins to milk him, and he can't hold on.

He cums with a loud wail, eyes rolling back and legs buckling under the pleasure. He feels one, two, three more thrusts before his body is pressed against the wall. He feels Ratio's balls against his cheeks at the same moment that he's filled, cum leaking from his hole where it can't be stuffed into him.

The heat and pressure prolong his orgasm, adding to the puddle of lube and cum underneath them. They stay like that for longer than Ratio would like but shorter than Aventurine needs to recover. When Ratio pulls out, Aventurine whines. He reaches back and spreads himself open, panting as he watches strings of cum and lube drip onto the floor.

Ratio looks pleased as he looks at the door. "I believe we've saved our cover, so-"

"Your cover was blown the minute you walked into the manor." Topaz calls through the door. "And I never want to hear any of those sounds ever again. You two owe me, massively! Now hurry up so I can go drink until I forget any of this."

Aventurine winces. "Yeah, that's gonna get held over both of us for a bit." He turns around to begin to dress, but his husband is faster. He helps the gambler put his outfit, tidying both their hair. Then, he texts Stanton, who dutifully responds that he's already outside.

They rush to the car, Aventurine waving to an exasperated Topaz as they rush by, and before Stanton even has the door closed behind the doctor, Aventurine is shutting the partition and pulling off his shirt again.

"I love the thrill of a good game as much as any man," Aventurine smirks. "But I know you've got at least two more rounds in you, so why don't we make the best of our hours-long ride home?"

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"What do you mean you can't just grab oysters for me?" Aventurine whines to his boyfriend. "They're right there!" He flips back onto the harbor, kicking his feet and splashing.

Ratio sighs, ear fins flicking in annoyance. "It would take from the fishermen who are already struggling. I refuse to repay hard, ethical work with theft." He splashes the blonde back with his tail, and Aventurine gets a single second of that shimmering purple and gold tail before it's back under the water.

"I'll pay for them!" Aventurine scoffs. "I'll go by the shop later and leave a donation for two-hundred dollars." He sits back up, fixing his opened button-up Hawaiian shirt. "I promise!" He watches Veritas' dunk himself under the water for a moment, refreshing his face and hair before it got uncomfortably dry.

He rests his arms on the dock for a moment, thinking. "I'll send you home with a list. You'll bring me everything I ask of you, and you'll pay for the oysters before we meet again tomorrow."

Aventurine nods, standing and slipping his sandals onto his feet. "What do I need?"

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The next day, Aventurine comes back with a pot and lid, a heating plate, three gallons of fresh spring water, four lemons, some spices, a bottle of wine, two forks, and two paper plates. He sets them in an airtight container and makes his way to his privately-owned cove on his jet ski.

When he gets there, Ratio is already waiting. He's set himself up at the low docks with a large sack. The gambler ties the ski to the docks and sits across from his boyfriend. "That's quite the haul." He greets.

Ratio looks up at him. "Good afternoon to you too." His ears flick happily as Aventurine leans down to give him a kiss. "I've brought more than just oysters. Fill the pot halfway with water, if you would." He uses two claws to open the bag, and Aventurine whistles as he takes a look at the fresh fish and oysters that shine within.

"Those look beautiful." Aventurine sets the pot on the heating plate and fills it halfway up with water, then he sits back to watch.

The first thing Ratio does is pull a large leaf from the bottom of the bag. It remains intact as he rinses it with some of the spring water, then he rests it on top of the water and turns the heating element on. He then begins to empty his bag.

He slides over a particularly large fish. "Cut and gut this." "Aw, why do I have to?" Aventurine groans as he reaches into his pocket for his switchblade. Ratio hands him an oyster. "Then I'll hand you two dozen oysters and expect them all cracked perfectly."

Aventurine brings the catfish closer to him, smiling as he begins to defin the fish. "It'll be good practice." Ratio huffs, rolling his eyes, but he says nothing as he begins to crack the oysters open with his claws. He sets a few oysters onto the leaf on the boiling pot, then he sets the lid on them.

Aventurine begins flaying the fish as the oysters are steamed, and by the time most of the oysters are done, the fish is gutted and skinned.

He cuts the fish into portions and sets them onto one of the plates. Veritas takes the second plate and places what looks like the third helping of oysters onto it, then he takes the plate of fish with a nod.

"Does it get a passing mark, doc?" Aventurine grins. Veritas removes the final batch of oysters and sets them to the side, taking the plate of fish and setting the thick slices onto the leaf, turning up the heat and putting the lid back on. "Seven points." The merman decides.

"What!?" Aventurine leans forward in shock, frowning as Veritas rolls his eyes. "The edges of the thicker pieces looked like they've been hacked apart, the thinner pieces have been sliced so thin they're nearly unusable, and the skin has been ripped apart." He looks at the rest of the pieces, and Aventurine pouts. "You didn't have to be so harsh..."

Veritas sighs, then he flicks his body up and pulls himself onto the harbor. "You did a fine job." He whispers as he gives his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

Aventurine grins as his cheeks dust pink. "I know."

He laughs at the retaliatory splash he gets, and it's worth it to see the dark purple tail one more time.

When food is done, Veritas washes the plate that held the raw fish with soap and some on-hand hand sanitizer, then he sets it down and plates both of them and equal share of steamed oysters and pan-seared catfish. "There we are."

Aventurine takes a slice of catfish, holding it out with a grin. Without thinking, the merman holds out his own, touching their first bite together with a chuckle of, "Enjoy, anima mea."

The first bite hits his tongue, and Aventurine groans. "This is amazing!" He looks at Ratio, who smiles softly as he chews his own bite. He watches the merman swallow, and then the scholar shrugs. "I would hope so. If a merbeing can't cook fish, I'm afraid they won't last long." He slides by the side of the dock until he finds the wine.

He takes it in hand and holds it right, then he uses his index claw to poke the cork, sliding it out gently to keep it intact. It pops out with a satisfying noise, and Ratio sniffs it twice before handing it off to his lover. "Red suits this dinner perfectly."

He takes a sip of it from the bottle, then he hands it to the blonde, who does the same. "Mmh." He agrees. "Goes well with..." He pauses as Ratio slides an oyster to his mouth.

The mer opens his mouth just slightly enough for his tongue to poke out, coming out to slide under the oyster meat and pull it towards him. Aventurine stares as oyster juice drips down his boyfriend's lips and is cleaned up by that same lengthy tongue.

"Goes well with?" Ratio cocks a brow. "The food!" He answers too quickly. "It goes well with the food." He slides another piece of fish into his mouth before he says anything else.

Ratio blinks, but otherwise goes back to eating and staring at the calm sea. Aventurine tries to do the same, but every time Ratio picks up one of those damned oysters, his heart beats a little too fast and his body feels a little too warm.

It's food, he tries to remind himself. It's an oyster. You've seen many people eat oysters, this isn't your first time!

And yet when Ratio turns to make eye contact with him and scoop the last drops from the oyster shell, he finds himself nearly choking on his swig of wine. "Vasha?" Veritas slides forward, placing a concerned hand on his boyfriend's knee. "Is everything alright?"

"It's fine!" He smiles. "Just a little tired." He places a hand on Veritas' knee, and it's then that the mer sniffs the air twice, and he knows the jig's up.

"Does your current state of exhaustion have anything to do with the undeniable scent of arousal?" Veritas looks up, wine-red eyes taking over his body before settling on his eyes. "Or perhaps the fact that every time I scoop oyster meat from its shell, you can't seem to take your eyes off of me?"

Aventurine decides to run with it. He knows where this is going.

"They do say oysters are an aphrodisiac, doctor." He leans forward, hands going down to undo his swim trunks. Veritas just scoffs. "You have an hour before the sun begins to set and you need to leave. Take these off," he tugs at the swim shorts, "or I'll send you home without so much as a kiss."

The shorts are gone within seconds, tugged off and beside him on the dock just moments before that slick tongue comes out to slide against his thighs.

Veritas is careful as he uses two clawed hands to pull Aventurine open, shouldering his way between his boyfriend's legs. "No matter how many times I look, this remains one of the most magnificent sights I've ever seen." He lathers kisses on Aventurine's already-damp cunt, moving from the dripping hole to the twitching clit and back, until he's satisfied.

He hums when desperate hands claw at his hair, and when Aventurine looks down at him, he moves. He closes his eyes and gives a dirty kiss to the clit just before he suckles, and the movement turns soft sighs into whimpering moans.

"Veritas, that's it." The blonde nods. "That's it. Don't neglect-" he chokes when there's a slickness over his hole. "Okay, yeah, you know what you're doing!" He gasps out as Veritas pulls himself closer.

Aventurine looks down, watching as Veritas opens his eyes. He blinks twice, eyes roving over Aventurine's face as the gambler bites his lip. His eyes pinch together in annoyance, and then that glorious, slick tongue slides at his entrance and into his hole.

At that point, the gambler tosses his head back and moans. "Fuck, that's good. Flick- fuck, flick your tongue right there," he pants. "A little down, harder- oh aeons!" He yelps just as Veritas flicks his tongue right at his g-spot, and his hips buck forward.

His clit bumps the scholar's nose and sparks fly up his spine. His spine arches back, and Veritas takes that as his que. He shoves his tongue in deep and shakes his head slightly, and Aventurine falls back against the pier. Veritas tries to pull away, but he's kept in place by both Aventurine's hands.

"Don't- don't stop, Ver, please!" He whines. He looks across his body, and the mer between his legs closes his eyes again and sets to work.

The tongue makes quick work of fucking him right, sliding against that perfect spot and pushing in deep, while Veritas' nose bumps against his clit with every hump of his hips. "Veritas, yes, more- fuck you're- I won't last- you have to-" His head is thrown back in a moan as Veritas shakes his head vigorously, rubbing Aventurine's clit as fast as he can while his tongue works inside of him.

It does the gambler in, and he moans, high and debauched. He cums within moments of his cry, hands tugging at purple locks and hips grinding as his orgasm washes over him. "Mmmmh~ Veritas, aeons..." His voice wavers as the high forces him into wordlessness.

When Veritas finally pulls away, his boyfriend is still panting on the docks and his face is covered in slick. "Vasha?" He tilts his head. "Are you alright?"

Aventurine just waves his hand lazily. "'m fine!" He slurs. "Never had an oyster-eating session quite like that." He chuckles.

Veritas rolls his eyes, making sure to flick his tail just right when he dives back into the water and smiling smugly when Aventurine glares at him through soaked bangs.

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"How do I look?" Veritas walks into the bedroom and in front of the bed, black cape flowing softly behind him as he adjusts his white gloves. The militaristic-looking suit is mainly black, but the white under the long, flowy cape and the silver buttons offer a tasteful elegance that Ratio finds appropriate.

Kakavasha is much less wordy with his assessment of the situation. "Fuck, you look hot." He slinks off the bed, freshly-bathed and still wrapped in his silk bathrobe. "Like a king that commands attention." He purrs as he leans into his husband's arms. The gloves are so soft and his hands are so warm...

"I'm not sure I'm that regal, Vasha." The blonde looks up to see a light blush on his husband's cheeks. "Nonsense." He chuckles. "You look like a king I'd be proud to serve."

The gambler lets his hands wander around the outfit. "I think you should sit on a throne. Something big and gold." He steps around his husband, and the taller man turns with him. He gasps as he's pushed onto the bed, eyes going wide as Vasha kneels in front of him. "Something that makes others want to worship."

He finds the button and zipper of the pants and slides them down, grinning at the half-hard arousal that he tugs out.

Veritas puts a hand on his wrist, and when Kakavasha looks up, he nearly stops. "I do not own or rule over you." His concern only makes Vasha want to worship him harder, and he smiles softly. "I know, Ver. You're my husband, not my king. But let a guy fantasize, yeah? Let me worship you." He pulls his hand back to hold Veritas', and the doctor is hesitant in his nod. "If you're sure."

"I am." Kakavasha scoots closer, letting the silk robe fall from his shoulders into the small of his back. "My liege is so handsome like this." He murmurs as he licks a stripe up to the pink head. "Watching my king walk in such regal clothing..." He lays a kiss on the weeping slit. "It does things to me."

He slides his mouth over the tip, suckling gently as he looks up. There's a hand on his head, gentle and reassuring, and he takes it as a sign to continue. Vasha goes deeper, keeping his movements slow as he goes down to as far as he can without deepthroating and back up to the tip. His tongue slides over the slit every time he pulls back, and when he looks up he can see that his ruler is staring at him, eyes intense with focus and lust.

He goes down fully then, taking a breath in before he buries his nose in neatly-trimmed purple pubes and slides the cock down his throat. His king makes the sweetest sound, a gutteral, desperate growl as the length in his throat twitches. He stays like that as long as he can, only pulling away when he needs air, and even then, just for a breath.

It doesn't take long to push his lover over the edge. "Ka-ahh, Kakavasha..." His king groans and his head tilts back, and the smaller man moans as he takes a deep breath and shoves forward as far as he can. The howl he hears sounds like it's ripped from Veritas' throat, and he moans softly just to hear the man growl.

The blonde pulls off only when Veritas begins panting a little too hard, popping out his cock with a sigh and licking his lips to get whatever strings connect him to his king. "Thank you for blessing me, my king."

He stands, and Veritas stares as his bathrobe falls off his hips. "Your thighs..." The scholar breathes. Kakavasha waves his left hand, slick with juices. "I wanted to return the favor. My king shouldn't waste time with things like preparing holes..." He slides onto his liege's lap, biting his lip as he reaches a hand down to line himself before he slides down.

Veritas holds his hips tight as Vasha leans forward to nip at his earlobe. "He should just sit back and let his favorite concubine do all of the work." The hands on his hips tighten just a fraction, and he stops. "Ver-" "You're wrong."

He's flipped onto the bed, his king holding their hips together as he pulls the blondes' legs around his body and holds him close. "You would not be my concubine." He thrusts just once, slow and reverent. "You would be my Queen." He gives a kiss to Kakavasha's ear.

The words shock the blonde. "Whh-huh?" The king keeps his pace steady, grinding in with each thrust and making the blonde mewl. "You will be my equal, my partner." Vasha wraps his arms around Veritas' neck, back arching into the strong chest that holds him. "My lover. I will show you the ends of my kingdom and the depths of every trench if you so wish."

Vasha squeals as a particularly deep thrust makes his eyes roll back. "M-my king! It's too much!" "You can take it." He groans like gravel in Kakavasha's ear, and it drives him mad with lust. "'m close- I'm cumming, Veritas!" He wails and tightens as the pace becomes rougher, heavier, faster.

"Beautiful, even when at your most debauched, my queen." Veritas breathes. "Stunning, when your eyes roll back and your hands grab at me like this. You can hold me as tight as you like- guh-!" Vasha tightens down on Veritas' cock, and within moments the hot, thick heat is filling his core.

They breathe together, exhausted and sated. "My king." Kakavasha whispers. "My queen." He hears. "We should make an heir." He giggles, rolling his hips. "We should make a few, actually."

Veritas responds by kissing his neck, and they make an emergency dry-cleaner appointment when they wake up the next morning.

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"Hey, Ver?" Aventurine sets his bag at the door, setting his hat on the coat rack and toeing his shoes off into their cubbies. "You busy tonight?"

Veritas peeks his head out of the kitchen. "I'm making dinner at the moment." He looks at something in the kitchen. "Is it urgent?" He turns to look back at Aventurine.

The gambler shakes his head. "Just tired from today, if you have anything wanted to take charge on." He looks away, and he knows immediately by the way Veritas' voice changes that he understands. "I see. Why don't you take a shower, then?" He pops his head back into the kitchen, and Kakavasha allows himself to breathe for the first time today.

The shower is slow.

He washes away the dust just as he washes away the glares and insults of today's workday. He scrubs off the dirt from under his fingernails just as he scrubs away the stress and reminders of tomorrow's meetings and obligations.

In the end, he feels raw. There's not a thought in his brain, but even then he feels like it's too much. He slides on his pajamas, then he walks into the living room. Veritas is waiting for him, leaning back as he looks at his husband. "Hey, love." His voice is soft.

Kakavasha immediately walks to the living room, sitting in Veritas lap.

The doctor gives his a kiss, then he pulls Vasha's legs over his lap and sits his bottom onto the couch. He gives his husband his meal, a rice bowl with cod and mixed veggies. On the table, ignored by both men, is a small box. They both know what's inside it, but it's for later.

They eat in silence, and Kakavasha can feel himself sliding into a safe headspace. He knows the doctor notices, too. But nothing is said.

Nothing needs to be said. Instead, when the meal is done, Kakavasha hands over his bowl to Veritas. He lets his lover push the bowls onto the table, then he watches as Veritas grabs the box and leans back.

The moment Veritas pats his lap, Kakavasha climbs on, settling his hands on Veritas' chest and closing his eyes. There's a gentle kiss on his forehead, then the jingle of a collar as it's wrapped around his neck.

He lets himself sink as the cool teal leather is fastened on him, and within moments he's pliant.

"Are you with me?" His Daddy murmurs. Kakavasha checks in, eyes opening slowly as he leans back. "Mhm..."

Kakavasha whimpers at the feeling of a comforting hand on his head, wrapping his arms around his Daddy's neck with a pleased sigh. Veritas holds him close, tugging them together and chuckling.

"You're needy today, love." He stands, grabbing both their phones as he walks to the bedroom. Vasha squeals happily, kicking his feet gently as he's picked up. "That's alright, you have two hours before bedtime. What would you like to do?"

He sets the blonde down on the bed, flicking the teal collar gently as he stands to full height. Vasha frowns, and he tilts his head in understanding. "You may color, you may watch me work, you may watch television, or you may do your arts and crafts." He looks at the closet for a moment, then goes back to Kakavasha.

Vasha thinks, eyes closing as he decides. When he finally does, he opens his eyes and smiles brightly. "I wanna color!"

Veritas raises a brow, and Vasha frowns. "'m sorry. May I please color?"

That earns him a pat on the head. "You may. Stay here in the room while I get your activity books and colored pencils." Then, his Daddy leaves, and he's alone. He takes the time to get his things, grabbing his pillows and blankets.

He sits on the bed patiently, and it's only a few moments before Veritas calls him into the living room. "Vasha!"

He runs in, blankets trailing behind him and pillows stuffed in his arms. He plops them down onto the couch, then he looks at Veritas. The older man nods, standing aside as Kakavasha pulls the blankets over the living room carpet and arranges his pillows the way he likes. Then, he sits himself down and looks up.

Veritas sits next to him, handing him his colored pencil pack and his coloring workbook. He waits until Kakavasha is set on a page and choosing his colored pencils to give him his last gift.

He sets down a bowl of Animal Crackers in front of the blonde, smiling softly as he grabs his red pen to grade papers. "As you've been so well behaved lately, I'll allow a snack after dinner, just this once." He moves back to his papers, winking with a smile at a giggling Vasha.

It's a soft moment, a rare day of relentless thoughts for the blonde. He munches on animal crackers and hums softly to thesis videos of Veritas' students, occasionally flopping around to hug his Daddy's legs when he wants attention.

Veritas lets him be, giving him a head pat or looking over at his work. "Oh, very nice. You remember learning about spoonbills, then. That's an accurate depiction if I've ever seen one." He smiles. "Keep working. You're on the road to earning full points." Kakavasha gasps in glee, nodding as he picks up the brown colored pencil.

Unfortunately, in his haste to color, he flips the page over quickly.

Which rips his page, and his perfectly colored spoonbill.

Veritas is quick to notice, pausing his video and leaning over. "Oh, no." He mourns, genuine and empathetic. "You've torn your spoonbill. This is why we're gentle with our things, Vasha." He's gentle in his scolding, but the younger one still feels himself tearing up.

He wipes away his tears with the back of his hand, putting the paper down and holding it together the best he can. "Can we fix 'im?" His voice is quiet, almost terrified.

Veritas thinks, then he nods. "We should. Stay here, and hold the page together while I find tape." He puts his pen down and takes his reading glasses off, letting them dangle around his neck by their lanyard. He's gone for more than a few minutes, but Vasha lays patiently, fighting back tears as he mourns his perfectly drawn spoonbill picture.

"Alright, I've found it. Now, stay still." Veritas kneels next to him, carefully measuring out a slice of tape and laying onto the picture. "There. Not as good as new, but as close to it as we can get." He smiles down at Kakavasha, who sniffles and then yawns.

Veritas checks the time on his laptop. "Ah, I see. We've gone over our time by twelve minutes." He stands and walks over to his grading materials carefully. "Start putting your things in their boxes, and then set them on the table next to my materials. Bring your blankets and pillows back to the bedroom, as well."

The scholar begins to pack his things into his bag as Vasha puts his colored pencils and paper away. He puts his box on his coloring book and sets them on the table, then he puts his empty bowl next to that.

By the time he's done, Veritas is finished as well. His Daddy helps him take his pillows and blankets to the bedroom. "Would you like your blue jammies or your brown jammies?" He sits Vasha on the bed, taking both sets from the closet.

"Brown, please!" Kakavasha chirps. He's handed the clothes and Veritas pats his head. "I'm going to shower. Dress yourself and take your medicine, and I'll be in momentarily." He gives the blonde a kiss on the head, then he leaves.

Kakavasha is quick to change. He takes his collar off his neck and wraps it loosely around his wrist, then he steps into the soft brown pajamas. He waddles his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and taking it with him back to the bedroom to take his medicine.

When he's done with that, he slides into bed. Veritas is just behind him, sliding into bed and pulling him close. "Would you like a story, Vasha?" He pulls three from the side table, two of for a younger age group, and one from his Advanced Theory in Curio-sity class.

Kakavasha points to the biggest one, settling down under the sheets and resting his head on his daddy's lap. Veritas pats his head, rubbing his back softly as he opens his book. "I doubt you'll last long with this." Veritas smiles as the younger male yawns. "Goodnight, Vasha." "Mmm'night Daddy..."

Veritas smiles down, and before he can get to the end of the first page, Kakavasha is snoring softly in his lap. He puts his book away and unbuckles the collar on Vasha's wrist, then he settles down next to him and holds him close. "Good night, little love."

Then, he turns the lamp off and falls asleep.

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It takes four seconds for Aventurine to catch sight of the lacey underthings in the window of the underwear shop.

It takes a good minute for him to debate buying them.

He needs seven minutes to find a nice purple set and try it on and realise it's not his color.

It might be someone else's though, what with it's X's over the shoulders and back, and tiny purple bows on the lacey cups. The panties hide nothing, but he just knows they'll look fantastic when his lover bends over.

He uses him a half-hour to custom order a set, and another hour to get home.

It takes a month for it to arrive, and another two weeks for Aventurine to convince his boyfriend to get in the lacey outfit.

He admires for a few minutes as Ratio poses for him. He looks at every criss-cross of lace, he kisses every inch of skin he can touch. His hands wander until he pushes his lover to the bed.

He takes more time than that to lavish his boyfriend's needy arousal in kisses before he takes it into his mouth. Veritas blushes so pretty when he moans, bucks up too gently as he tries not to shove his cock down Aventurine's throat.

Veritas takes ten minutes to finally cum in Kakavasha's mouth, and another minute and a half to come down from the high.

Vasha relishes in the three minutes he takes to move and slide down on Ratio's cock. He sets a quick, desperate pace immediately.

They take their pleasure for hours, and Kakavasha doesn't take his eyes off the lace the entire time.

Not when Veritas cums inside of him for the first time. Not when he twists them to spend a truly obscene amount of time to eat him out, even when Vasha whines that "it's obscene, i-its dirty, i- oh, ah!"

It takes them twenty minutes to catch their breaths when Kakavasha has been blissed out and Veritas can't cum anymore

Veritas needs six minutes to run a bath and put in the salts and duckies, then strip himself.

He uses four minutes to bring Vasha to the bath and settle them in.

It takes one second for Vasha to give his boyfriend a kiss.

When they get back into bed, they fall asleep within twelve seconds.

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'Ace isn't feeling too well, I think he needs a trip to the vet.'

Aventurine reads the text and out of his office within moments. "Mister Aventurine!" His assistant, Baltra, is quick to stand as he watches him gather his winter coat and gloves. "Is everything alright?" "I'm fine." He smiles politely. "Ace is feeling unwell."

The young man nods. "I understand. I'll have your meetings and paperwork rearranged." He sits back down, and as Aventurine nods, he's glad he has someone so competent working under him.

The phrase "Ace is sick" actually came from Baltra after Aventurine had been poisoned at one of the more underground business deals he was given. The younger man had caught onto the signs of his boss' clammy hands and pale skin and ushered him out with the excuse, and Aventurine had been able to leave quickly and quietly to seek medical attention.

He had later given the young man the permission to only use that excuse in dire circumstances, and gave him a formal write up for interfering in a Stoneheart's mission. Then he informally gave the man a 5% bonus and privately and subtly praised him for his quick thinking.

In short, Aventurine left without a word being spoken to anyone, and no worries that his absence would be noticed.

'What happened?' He messages his husband as he steps into the car. "Home, now." He barks to Stanton. The older chauffeur doesn't question his boss either, stepping on the gas and beginning the short trek home. Aventurine's mind races when he gets no response. What could be wrong? Is Veritas hurt? Are the catcakes alright?

He gets his answer after he rushes out of the car and into the house, barely waiting for Stanton to park before he's rushing inside. "Veritas? Wha-"

"It's not enough!" Veritas roars.

Kakavasha rushes into the guest bedroom, following the sounds of annoyance. He opens the door, eyes scanning the room until he finds the source of the noise.

In the center of the guest bedroom sits his husband, hand fisting his cock roughly. He's leaking so much Vasha can only assume he's just finished an orgasm, but the way Veritas is groaning in exasperation tells him otherwise. The scholar is fully naked, unaware Aventurine is even in the room until the gambler shuts and locks the door behind himself.

His head whips to the side and he gasps, hand sliding over himself quicker. "Vasha- please, come here. I'll explain soon, I just- I need you." He reaches out, and Vasha moves to the bed. It's only when he's toeing his shoes off does he notice the bright pink mark right above Veritas' aching cock.

"Ver...?" The gambler eyes the Mark warily, and Veritas groans as his hand falls from his arousal. "It's a curio curse. I need to expel a certain amount of semen before my heartrate rises too high and I suffer a heart attack. But I can't-" his dick twitches in the air, and Vasha slides a finger down the slick shaft as his husband speaks.

Veritas groans loudly, eyes fluttering shut. His hand grabs Aventurine's and he pulls him away. "Vasha, it's not just my body." He pants. "My mind has been affected. Seeing you so close, so willing- the curio is pushing me to shove you against the bed as I speak." He lets go of Kakavasha's hand.

The blonde nods, shifting off the bed and beginning to shrug off his top. "I understand." He lets the clothes fall to the floor, pushing off his pants and socks as he bends over. He listens to the shifting of the sheets, then the soft 'shlick, shlick, shlick' of a movement he can easily guess.

"It's so fortunate that you have such a willing husband." He looks behind him, spreading his legs as he arches his back to stand up straight. He turns slowly, biting his lip and giving the most seductive eyes he knows how.

The vision works, and Veritas rushes forward with a groan. His lips are kissed once before a trail is kissed down to his chest. The gambler sighs softly as Veritas wraps his lips around his nipple, sucking gently. "Mmph- Wait, Ver." He wraps his arms around Veritas' head, arching into the pleasure as he speaks. "When- fuck. When did this happen?"

Veritas pops off the nipple and replaces it with his hand. "Ten, this morning. I've tried everything. I can't- not without you." He looks up, and two thoughts pop into Vasha's head at once.

The first is that Veritas Ratio, professor and scholar and the most handsome, strong-willed and able-bodied man he knows, is currently pouting so adorably that Vasha wants to smother him in kisses.

The second is that it's very likely Ratio hasn't had lunch. He can see from the clock on the bedside table that it's two in the afternoon, and he himself is beginning to feel the pangs of hunger.

"Ver, we need to eat. Even a little snack, you need energy." He smiles gently, only giggling when Veritas' pout deepens. "I know, but- I need you, so bad. Vasha, my heart won't be able to calm itself at this rate."

Kakavasha thinks for a moment. "I have an idea. Sit on the floor." He expects Veritas to glare at him, to tell him it's unsanitary.

Instead, he's treated to the normally-proud man sinking to his knees instantly, turning to face the bed as Vasha sits on it. The gambler grabs his phone, opening the IPC standard delivery app. Once it's booted, he puts the phone to the side for a moment. "Here." He grins down at his husband.

Then he slides the bottom of his foot, heel to toe, down his lover's dick.

The scholar groans midway through a nearly pained gasp. "Aeons, Vasha!" He grabs onto the thin ankle with gentle strength and looks up. His face is blooming in the most beautiful pink Kakavasha's ever seen on a person. "Go ahead." He nods. "Use both of them, if you'd like." His other foot toes the head, and the low sound it pulls from Veritas' makes Vasha dizzy with need.

But he has a job to do. He tries his best to focus on ordering food. It takes him three swipes of his left foot to find their usual salad restaurant, and another ten to find Veritas' usual order. When that's placed, he takes a moment to look down.

His husband is gasping through pleasure, humping into the arches of his feet with rabbit-quick thrusts. "Go on, Ver. You're so close, I can tell. Make a mess of me." It's the cheesiest thing he could possibly say in the moment, but it does the trick. Veritas growls as he cums, hips never stopping as the tops of Vasha's feet are covered in spend.

He pulls himself away when the doctor curls in on himself, panting hard as he leans forward to grasp the sheets on the bed. "Hurry with the food." He pleads through gasps. "At the rate my need built when I was first afflicted, I believe we have fifteen minutes, at most, to clean ourselves and eat."

Kakavasha puts in the order, then he grabs his husband by the hand and leads him into the bathroom. "Then we'll be done in ten."

--__--

It takes a bit more than ten minutes, but so does the buildup of Veritas' heady headspace. He's hard throughout the entire meal, but he's able to eat and prepare water and clean sheets and clothes for after the spell wears off. He also explains the intricacy of the curio.

"The mark glows more brightly the more semen I need to expel. It's dulled a bit, but we have much more to do." The doctor runs a hand through his hair. "Most subjects reported increased libido, semen amount, and stamina, as well as lower refractory periods and intelligence."

"So in other words," Kakavasha grins. "You become a big, dumb brute whose entire purpose is to pump cum into me?" He steps forward and shrugs the shoulders of the loosely-tied silk bathrobe down. Veritas slides them back up, hands moving a bit quicker and a bit more unsteady than usual.

"I am begging you to give me a moment of lucidity, damned gambler." He huffs. "I'll be able to tell it's you, and I'll be able to stop if you ask me to. Every orgasm buys me more time, but without fully erasing this from my body," he puts a hand over the mark, "my life expectancy goes down drastically." The last sentence brings the tension in the room up, and both men look at each other.

"So without getting rid of it immediately, we have an issue. I see the problem." Kakavasha shrugs. "There's nothing for it, then. I trust you, Ver." He brings a hand to his husband's. "You're really the only person I do. If you say you can stop if you need, then I'll allow it."

Veritas leans into the hand, turning his head to give it a soft kiss. The gambler pats his lover's cheek softly, then his other hand unties the knot on his bathrobe and lets it slide open and off. "Oh, and Ver?" He grins as the taller man's pupils expand as he looks over the blonde, then finally at his eyes.

"We can make love later."

With the way he's tossed over a shoulder, he knows Veritas understands what he means.

--__--

"Fuck, Vasha- that's it, just like that."

Kakavasha moans around the cock in his mouth, tonguing at the head as he pulls back. There's so much precum, every time he sucks he can taste more rush down his throat. "Mmph- ah~" The gambler uses both hands to stroke Veritas as he bites his lip. "You should fuck my throat." He offers.

Veritas nods once and grabs the back of his head, sliding back into the wet warmth further and further. Kakavasha moans when his nose touches the bush at the base of his husband's cock, and he doesn't need to taste it to know the quick humps at his face mean Veritas is cumming.

His eyes tear up and his lungs burn, but he stays still until Veritas finally pops out of his throat with a groan. Vasha can tell he means to pull out all the way, but he has other ideas.

He wraps his hands around pleasure-weak thighs and sucks. The scholar gasps as he's kept in place, hands grasping at the back of his husband's head. "Vasha, it's, fuck- too soon!" The blonde ignores him, breathing through his nose and ignoring how messy he must look.

It seems to be doing Veritas in, again, anyway. He sucks as much into his mouth as he can without interrupting his breathing, and he uses one deft hand to stroke what he can't fit and a slick second to massage his lover's thick balls.

Merely minutes after the previous, Veritas' next orgasm has him groaning loudly into the air. His hands hold Vasha's head just as the blonde breathes in, which is well-timed, considering in the next moment the thick cock is back down his throat, twitching as cum rushes down his throat.

This time when Veritas slides from his throat, Kakavasha lets him. The head pops out with a filthy, slick noise, and his tongue follows suit as he pants. "Fuck, doctor," he licks his lips and sniffles. "That was delicious. Thank you for the meal~"

He pushes a lust-hazy, blushing Veritas back onto the bed, taking a bit of extra time to stand and work out his knees. The mark looks less bright, likely about halfway gone. "I'll do the work the first time." The gambler moves to straddle his husband, sliding his slick hole over Veritas' still-hard dick.

Two heavy hands paw at his hips. Veritas looks so needy like this, it makes Vasha dizzy. He reaches a hand down to line himself up, then he slides down onto his husband slowly, savoring the stretch. "Vasha- you- prep~" His head falls back onto the sheets, but Kakavasha understands anyway.

"Did you think I just blew you for your own pleasure?" He huffs as he rolls his hips. He leans down, sliding his hands across prominent abs and thick pecs as he purrs in Veritas' ear.

"I fingered myself open while you shoved your cock down my throat."

The scholar uses one hand to grip his hips harder, and the other to grab a fistful of blonde hair and tug. "I've just about had enough of your teasing." He growls. Vasha can see how blown-out his eyes are, and he can tell by the grip in his hair that Veritas is holding back. The curio must be affecting him more than either of them thought, and since the doctor is so set on hurrying...

"You do it." Vasha grins and sits back, laying his hands on his knees. "You want it so bad? You work for it."

He knows what his bratting will get him. And like clockwork, it does.

He's flipped onto the bed, cock slipping from his cunt as his chest is shoved into the sheets. "Fine." Veritas huffs behind him. Without warning, he's fucked full. His moan is interrupted by a low moan as Veritas wastes no time in taking his pleasure.

Thick, heavy hands grip Kakavasha's hips, keeping his writhing body still as he's broken apart. His hands grip the sheets as his eyes roll back. "Vuh- Veri- oh aeons~"

He's reduced to broken, whining moans within minutes, hanging onto the sheets for dear life. The first orgasm hits him out of nowhere, cunt squeezing down as he bites the sheets and yowls. Veritas fucks him through his oversensitivity, and only when Vasha is well and truly screaming does he slam in and release.

The gambler's screaming is interrupted by a gasp as he feels his pussy be flooded with cum. He can feel it leaking out and falling down his trembling thighs. He begins to relax, letting his grip on the sheets go.

"...not done..." He hears behind him. His head whips back with wide eyes. "Wh-what?" "I'm not done." Veritas looks up at him in a mix of an apology and lust. "I need more of you, need to-" He slowly begins moving again, and Kakavasha's body jolts. "I can't- I can't cum again..." He whines.

"You can, and you will." Veritas smacks the gamblers' bottom hard as his pace ramps up. "I feel my mind beginning to clear, so my guess is I'll need one last good orgasm before I'm free." He presses the gamblers lower back into the bed gently, and it's all Kakavasha needs to begin losing his mind again.

Veritas groans, raising his knee to rest on the bed. "There it is. Can you feel it?" He goads. "Right there, your cervix is pushing against me. Your womb is begging for me, I can feel it." Kakavasha's brain lights up with the words. "Mmh-fuck! You- you gonna push in? Shove your fat cock into my womb and make me pregnant?"

Veritas slams into him harder, smacking his reddened cheeks again. "More." He gasps. "Keep talking." "You're- fuck! Right there, as deep as you can, I want-!" He bites the pillow as he's rammed into, words failing him as his body is tugged back.

"That's it, you're tensing." The voice above him growls. "You're going to cum around me, and then your womb is going to squeeze my cock dry." Everything is too much, his eyes roll back and his toes curl, and then he screams so loud he knows he voice will be sore later.

For now, all he can tell is that something has shoved deeper into him, and his entire lower half trembles as warmth fills him. He can feel every little thrust into him, and his body goes limp onto the bed. His mouth opens as he pants, gasping for air and struggling to hang on to consciousness. "Good boy."

He hears it, soft and sweet, just as his hole is emptied and he's flipped onto his back. "That's it, just like that. Breathe, Vasha. Fall asleep if you need to. I'll take it from here."

The gambler lets himself rest, and as he succumbs to the darkness, he feels a kiss on his head, and he knows he's safe.

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When Ratio had messaged his husband, "I'll be home at six, in time for dinner." He had not anticipated two students asking superfluous questions, an impromptu staff meeting, and a substantial amount of traffic on the way home.

Naturally, when he got close to home, he stopped by the grocery store and picked up a bottle of wine and some flowers as an apology. His entrance was rushed, pulling off his shoes and running to the dinner table.

The empty dinner table.

With cold food, warm wine, and melted candles.

The scholar panics. "Shit." He murmurs. Vasha must be mad at him, not to greet him at the table or the door. He's only...

Four hours and seven minutes late.

"Fuck. Vasha?" He looks around. No answer.

He leaves the wine at the table and takes the flowers with him to the bedroom. He forgoes the vase, planning to give his angry lover kisses and apologies until daylight.

When he finally finds his love, two things happen at once. Firstly, his body relaxes. His husband is laying on the bed, resting peacefully. He wasn't ignoring him, he was sleeping.

The second thing that happens is the immediate retensing of every muscle below his belt.

Kakavasha, sweet and peaceful, is wearing nothing but a short, silky bathrobe. It does covers a small bit of his chest, but the dim light in the room shines on the creamy skin. He's on his side, and while the robe covers his cock, he can see the bottom of the gamblers balls resting against his sleek thighs.

It's enough to make him dizzy. The flowers are placed on the bedside as he quietly strips. He kneels next to the bed when he's nude, sighing softly as he runs a hand up his husband's ankle to his calf, thumbing at the soft skin. He leans forward, pressing kisses to his unconscious husband's thighs and slowly making his way to the slowly-hardening arousal.

Vasha shifts, laying on his back with a dreamy sigh, and Veritas thanks the Mother Goddess for letting him borrow some luck.

He moves to lay over the bed, erection pressed to the sheets as he lays on his stomach. He continues to press kisses and nips to his husband's legs, cherishing every sigh and whimper that comes from his love.

When he gets to the leaking cock that's tenting the silk fabric, he gently peels it away, licking the strand of precum that's being strung along. The enamored scholar sighs a pleased breath as his lips wrap around the gentle cockhead, suckling softly.

Kakavasha stirs, and Veritas stops sucking but keeps himself still. Eventually, the gambler settles again, and Veritas is pleased both with the subtlety of his actions and the soft breaths of his lover.

He resumes his suckles, pushing his mouth down to Kakavasha's hips and back up. He doesn't dare make a noise, not when Kakavasha's sounds so much nicer. He wraps his hands around Vasha's waist, pulling his hips to meet him. He puts more force into his sucks, and it's not long after that Vasha wakes.

"V-uh, oh aeons, that's a way... to wake up~" Vasha gasps. His hands thread through Veritas' hair, pushing him down further. "Fuck, I won't- I can't- Veritas, fuck..." He groans, drawing out the last vowel as he's pushed over the edge.

Veritas moans quietly as the taste hits his tongue. He swallows every drop, rubbing circles into Vasha's hips with his thumbs until his husband pushes him away in overstimulation.

He pushes himself away, licking softly to clean what he'd missed, then he leans up and places a gentle kiss to his husband's lips. "I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you." He swears.

Kakavasha laughs. "When you wake me up like that after you're late, I think we're even." Veritas lays more kisses on him, and by the time they wake up the next morning, the flowers are thrown away, and they make breakfast side-by-side.

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The first time Ratio considered using a camera during sex, it had been a comment from his boyfriend that had sent him into a toe-curling orgasm. He remembers it clearly, Aventurine riding him in a tipsy stupor after one too many IPC party drinks.

"Why don't you take a picture, doctor~ I bet I look picture-perfect bouncing on your fat dick like this~"

Veritas had cum so hard he nearly blacked out.

After that, Aventurine had taken that as his cue to send a sext to Veritas at least once a week.

A nude photo in the shower during a meeting, a picture of his hole gaped around a thick toy after a presentation, even a picture of him in the bathtub while Ratio sat ten feet away in the bedroom.

By the end of the next five months, Ratio had an entire folder dedicated to selfies of his boyfriend.

"You've sent me quite the display, Vasha." He muses after dinner one night. "I'm almost tempted to ask what the obsession is about." He puts the plates in the sink, raising a brow as Aventurine works to wash them. "From what I can tell, you liked the pictures."

Ratio fails to contain his blush, turning away to grab the rest of the cups and silverware. "It has its appeal. I just-" He stops when Aventurine's phone buzzes, looking at it in confusion. "A message this late? I hope that's not the office." He sets the plates into the sink as he grabs Aventurine's phone. The gambler makes no move to stop him, letting Ratio unlock his phone and open the messages.

Ratio reels back in disgust as he sees the shirtless picture of none other than Sugilite, gross with sweat and in the center of a public gym. "Has he been sending you these..." He scrolls up, seeing the daily messages from Aventurine's bitter ex. "...daily?"

Aventurine shuts the sink off with a sigh. "Honestly, the only reason I haven't blocked him is for professional courtesy. You can just ignore it, aeons know I do." He walks around Ratio to sit on the couch, looking behind him as he smiles softly. Ratio walks to him, sitting silently.

"Ver?" Aventurine leans forward. "What's going on? I know that he's obnoxious, and I'm sorry that I can't report him, but-" "I have an idea," Ratio cuts him off, staring at the floor intently. "And it only works if you're alright with it." He looks up, eyes blazing in fury and something else Aventurine can't quite place.

But the gambler runs with it. "Okay. What's the plan?"

Ratio blinks. "How well can you hold a phone camera while moving?"

--__--

"Mmph, fuck, Ver. It's such a good angle, but- oh!" He moans as the phone drops from his hands, flopping onto his stomach as Veritas slams into him. "I can't get a good picture when you're fucking me so well!" He squeals.

Veritas huffs, but his hips don't stop. He keeps pumping in, leaning down to swipe the phone away. "Very well." He leans down to kiss his gambler as his hips finally slow. He sighs in annoyance, and Aventurine whines.

"Don't stop... Ver, please!"

The pleading sparks an idea, and Veritas grabs Aventurine's phone. He opens the phone app, then dials Sugilite. Aventurine sees what he's doing, and he's the one who hits the call button with a smirk. "Show him just how loud you make me." Veritas takes that command in full force, sliding out just as the call is picked up.

He slams back in with a groan, and Aventurine moans, breathy and high. "Fuck, that's it!" He wraps a hand around his own arousal, pumping as Ratio slides past his prostate in quick, heavy thrusts.

Between the heavy slapping of skin on skin and the loud moans between them, Ratio can hear the angry ranting of the Stoneheart on the other end of the line. "-dare you! I should come over there right now and tell that straight-ass doctor that you're cheating on him just go get back at me!" He fumes as Ratio chuckles.

"Say my name, just for him." He demands. Aventurine moans as his cock twitches, and Ratio spanks the gambler hard. "Say it!"

Aventurine wails, back arching as he fists himself. "Veritas, Veritas, Veritas! Please, I'm so close!" Ratio groans, his own name too sweet for him to resist picking up his pace. He grabs the phone, holding it to his ear as he picks up his pace. "And should you ever need a reminder, I'll be more than happy to give you an in-person experience to just who Aventurine lies with at night."

He ends the call as Sugilite screams, tossing the phone to the bed as his orgasm creeps up on him. He swats Aventurine's hands away from his arousal and pumps the length himself. He watches intently as the blonde arches his back and wails, cumming onto his chest moments before the doctor slams in and finds his own pleasure.

When he's recovered from his orgasm, Ratio looks down at his boyfriend. "Forgive me, but I'll have to move us just one last time."

He leans down, picking Aventurine up by the bottom and into his arms. He grabs the phone, too, and he lets Aventurine wrap his trembling arms around his neck and thin legs around his waist. He grabs a handful of the reddened cheeks and spreads them just a bit, showing off just a peek of the dripping, abused hole. He smirks behind the camera, taking a picture in the golden-filigree, full-length mirror.

Later that night, tucked in Ratio's bed and freshly cleaned, they send the message, and Aventurine can't help but giggle when the next day, there's no new pictures from Sugilite.

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When Ratio left their house up this morning, he kissed his husband goodbye, grabbed his briefcase, and left for the University of Veritas Prime.

He opened his first class of the day, became his lecture, and ended it with minimal stupid questions. He opened his study hall, and was able to finish most of his work before the beginning of the third period.

In the beginning half of his third period, he received a call. He ignored the first ring, and then the caller hung up. The second attempt, he let the phone ring once, and then stopped mid sentence when the caller hung up.

The third time, when the caller gave up after the first ring, he ran. He left the class to his TA and rushed to his car. His first call was to their house. When that came up with nothing, his next call was the number who had called him. Jade was quick to pick up as he sits in his car. "Doctor Ratio."

"Where?" He demands as he grabs the phase flame from his glove compartment. She chuckles. "His office. He's-" The doctor hangs up the phone and takes the flame from its box, holding it tight. "His office." He squeezes it. "Now."

In a flash, he's in his husband's office. He looks around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary but Aventurine's chair not facing him. He shoves the phase flame into its box and waves it into the same dimension as his tome and his chalk, and then he walks forward.

"Vasha?" He calls. "Are you..."

His voice trails off as a figure in the chair stands and turns around. "Close, but not quite," The echo in the Stoneheart's voice makes Veritas' eyes go wide as the blonde floats around the desk to take a seat on it.

"Doctor."

"Aventurine."

"What is the meaning of this? Vasha, you used the emergency signal." He glares up, and two sharp hands raise in surrender. "We're all like this." Aventurine sighs. The doctor tilts his head. "Who is we? The Stonehearts?"

"I'm afraid so, doctor." He hears Jade of Credit, and Aventurine points to the open comm system on his desk. "A blast of Aeonic energy was reported four seconds before every Stoneheart's cornerstone form was activated. As of right now, the only way to safely extract our stones is exhaustion." She sounds mentally exhausted, but considering it's barely noon, Ratio knows she's nowhere near tired.

"I'll leave Aventurine in your capable hands, doctor." The communication ends abruptly, and Aventurine taps his toe twice.

The doctor pulls a small cube with a switch out of thin air, waving it twice. The gambler nods once, then the switch is flipped and tossed onto one of the luxury office couches. The moment it hits the floor, Veritas begins to take off his jacket.

"Whoa, doctor!" The gambler chuckles. "I didn't realize we were exhausting me like tha- Ow!" The chalk Ratio throws bounces off his face plate. "We are not having sex in your office, damned gambler. We're exercising." He folds his jacket and glasses and sets them next to the button.

Aventurine whines. "Oh, but why not?" The gambler spreads his legs wide and tilts his head. Ratio makes the mistake of looking down, and he can see that despite the Stoneheart's bodysuit being jet-black, he can see the unmistakable glistening of the silky folds he knows so well.

Aventurine slides a golden claw through the lips, sighing softly as he swipes over the clit and tears the bodysuit over his pussy. "It's not like we haven't gotten down and dirty before. Weren't you the one who slid himself under my desk to eat me out not two weeks ago?" Veritas finally tears his eyes away with a blush.

"That was-" "Different? Please!" The gambler scoffs. "You were bored and I was horny. This is life or death, doctor~" That same hand uses two fingers to open his lips, and Veritas watches as slick strings keep each side connected. "Just... Put it in."

It takes too little for him to give in. He sheds his clothes into nice, neat folded piles, then he walks to his husband. "I haven't been able to see this form in a while." Ratio murmurs as he runs his hands up soft thighs and over perfect hips.

Aventurine purrs, arching into the feeling. "You keep complaining that we-" Ratio glares at him. "-I..." The gambler corrects. "Keep breaking our bed with how rough we go at it." The blonde uses careful claws to pull his husband close, until the thick arousal rests against his dripping cunt.

"Which is why I'm letting you do all the work." "Wha-ahh?" Veritas moans as he's stroked twice, then guided in. He very nearly chokes as Aventurine throws his head back and moans. "Fuck, that's it."

The gambler grips the desk as his body trembles. "How is it that I grow four feet taller and your cock still fills me full?" He chuckles and Veritas leans forward to wrap his hands around Aventurine's waist. "Keep yourself focused, gambler." He grits out.

He pulls out and slides back in slowly, looking down to watch the way his cock sinks into the tight heat. "Hah... I- Don't tighten like that!" His voice comes out whinier than he would like, and his husband looks down at him in a way that he almost fears.

"Oh? Is the doctor enjoying himself a little too much?" He spreads his legs a little wider, golden heels slightly digging into the floor. "Go on, then. Use me as you see fit."

Veritas' chest is pulled close, and he rests his head on the gambler's blue chest plate with a groan. "V- ouh- Very well." He takes the demand for what it is, allowing himself to fuck his husband as he wants. He fucks in with precision, keeping his pace heavy and quick.

He won't last long, not like this. Even with his legs spread, Aventurine is still tighter than usual in this form. It's just shy of too tight, and it squeezes him so well it drives him insane. Ratio knows he's not in control, and so he doesn't try to take the reigns. Instead, in a move that he only shows his husband, he whines and moans without restraint.

It almost seems to shock the gambler, but Aventurine rolls with it. "Good boy~" He purrs. "You, mmnnh, do so well when you let yourself be good, yeah?" He lifts Ratio's head, and the doctor mewls as the gambler swipes the drool from his lips. "Oh my." He giggles through soft moans. "You look delicious, dear doctor..."

Ratio pumps his hips faster, panting as he looks up at the sleek black mask. "V-Vasha! Please, I can't- I need to cum, let me-" He's cut off when husband tightens himself just right around him. "Oh!" His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a loud, needy cry.

Aventurine moans as he feels the thick heat pulse and spill inside him, panting as cum fills him deeper and deeper. Ratio comes down from his high and rests on his husband, mouth open as he pants. His eyes close just for a moment, and then-

There's a whoosh of energy, and they're home. His eyes snap open to see the Stoneheart straddling his hips, and behind him the bars that hang above the guest bedroom bed. He swallows, hands finding their way to the slim hips resting on him.

"I do hope you didn't think we were done, doctor~"

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"Ooh, this feels nice." Kakavasha moans as he slips into the hot tub. He tips his head back and closes his eyes, letting his shoulders drop as he exhales. "We need to use the summer house more often."

Veritas hums behind him. "There's a gorgeous view in the morning. You're welcome to join me for my morning run tomorrow, if you'd like." He flips the page of his book as Vasha turns around in the tub. "You're still getting up that early? Come on, Ver, it's our first vacation in more than a year and you're not going to sleep in?" He whines.

Veritas looks up from his book for just a moment, and the blonde notices how the scholar's eyes linger a bit too long in his chest before they make their way to his face. "At least come out your feet in the hot tub." The gambler turns away with a pout. "It's getting cold in here."

"It most certainly is not." Veritas scoffs as he slaps his book shut. Kakavasha can hear the way he toes off his slippers and walks to the edge of the tub, rolling up his pants. "But a small reprieve does sound nice." He sits by the pool, letting his legs dangle in the water.

He lets his eyes close for just a second before he feels his husband's cheek on his thigh. He opens one eye, and Vasha grins up at him. "I can think of something a little nicer~" He reaches his hands up to prod at the doctor's sleep pants, and when the doctor only sighs and shuts his eye, he goes for it.

He tugs it down just enough to free his lover's dick, snickering as it twitches in interest. "Someone's interested in more than just the hot tub~" The blonde giggles as he leans in to press a kiss to the hardening tip. "If you feel the need to use your mouth, do so properly." Veritas stifles a yawn.

Kakavasha takes the hint for what it is, and he licks thick stripes up the doctor's arousal. He says nothing, only moving a hand from the waist band to the base of what's in front of him to tap it on his tongue twice. "Mmph- I'll make it quick." His husband hums in approval, and then his eyes snap open and he chokes.

The blonde moans softly as the thick tip nudges the back of his throat. His mouth waters and he sucks, swallowing around the intrusion as he feels two hands settle on his head gently. He looks up to see his husband staring down at him, exhausted eyes blown in lust.

He stays still, and Kakavasha bats his eyes. Veritas grunts as his hips buck up. The gambler sinks down as far as he can, letting his eyes flutter shut as he focuses on his task. He sucks like his life depends on it, pulling back with a slurp and pushing back in with a moan.

Veritas tosses his head back and sighs loudly. "Ten points." He chokes out. Vasha can taste the slick saltiness on his tongue, and when Veritas looks down again, he knows what's coming. The blonde hums as deep as he can just before the head pops into the back of his throat. The vibrations make Veritas' eyes roll back.

The doctor hugs his husband's head to his hips, groaning as he grinds in once, twice, and a final time with a heavy, relieved groan. The blonde looks up pleadingly as the cock twitches in his throat, one hand grabbing at his scholar's lower back to hold him close.

Veritas pulls him off just before he finishes his orgasm, and he jerks the rest of his cum onto the slick tongue and open mouth that Kakavasha gives him. He pants and watches closely as Vasha licks his lips and swallows, exhaling with a sigh. "You always taste so good, Ver." He leans in to give a kiss to the softening arousal.

Veritas shivers and glares down. "Don't test me, gambler. I'm not that tired."

Kakavasha stands up with a wicked grin, arousal tenting his swim shorts. "Do your worst, doctor~"

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When Aventurine gets a message from his husband at noon to come home within the hour, the first thing he does is ask why. He gets a less than helpful, "Bring your Cornerstone. I have a few tests I want to run."

He assumes it has something to do with last week's incident regarding the Cornerstone's activation, and so he marks his absence as "business-related" and leaves for the day. His assistant does the usual routine, waving him goodbye and tossing him a small caramel candy for the ride home.

(It's not technically allowed to take food from employees, but he trusts Melanie almost more than he trusts himself, and she's gotten food for him more times than he can count. It also comes from her own money, so he doesn't see a problem with it.)

The ride home is lively. He steps in the front seat with Stanton, a rare occasion. They chat, and Stanton tells him his daughter is pregnant again, and he's excited to spoil a new grandchild. Aventurine smiles and tells him that when the baby is born, he's ordered to take at least two weeks off to enjoy time with all his grandchildren. At this point, the driver knows Aventurine won't take no for an answer, and he gives a chuckle as he accepts.

When they get home, Aventurine pulls himself out of the car and slides over a few hundred credits. "For being so quick on such short notice." He shrugs. Stanton thanks him with a nod, then drives off, likely to bring the car to its weekly detailing.

Either way, he's home. He takes out his Cornerstone before he drops his bag and calls out for his husband. "Veritas?" "In here." The sound sounds off, somehow, and it's coming from the Guest Bedroom.

He makes his way there, biting his lip and shedding his jacket. "Honey, I'm... Home..." His jaw drops and his eyes go wide as he looks up. Instead of the stone-faced doctor, he looks up at a stone-bodied beast.

It's massive, taller than his Cornerstone could ever make him. It's fully articulated stone, draped in gold sashes and with the only real covering over its body is a purple cloth over its crotch. If he looks closely, he can see what he thinks is part of its dick. In one hand it holds a large tome that's eerily similar to his husband's, and in the other it holds a dagger pulsing with energy.

He clears his throat. "Ver? I like the statue, but where are you?"

The statue bends down, putting its headless neck just above Aventurine's head. "I'm right here."

Aventurine clenches his cornerstone. "What?" He blinks, then holds the stone to his chest. "Th-there's no way!" It makes sense, suddenly, why he was told to bring his Cornerstone. "What's going on?"

He expects his husband to sigh and sit and explain.

Instead, Veritas just tosses his time onto the bed. The marble eyes emit a purple smoke, and his Cornerstone pulses in his hand. "A curio, made from the burst of Aeonic energy that caused you to need to be exhausted two weeks ago." He leans down to put the dagger on top of the bedside table, then he stands straight.

"Since you were so generous in helping me exhaust you, I feel I need the chance to," the purple cloth twitches as he pauses, "redeem myself."

The gambler breathes out, squeezing the cornerstone to his hip. The stone pushes through his body, and in a flash of brilliant gold, he's floating just an inch off the floor. He puts a hand on his hips and reaches the other out to drag golden claws over stone abs.

He doesn't get the chance to touch. The moment he makes contact, his wrist is tugged. The Stoneheart is thrown over a heavy lap while a hand keeps his lower back pinned. "Brat." He hears.

Then he hears the ripping of his bodysuit. "H-Hey!" He squirms, kicking his heels and shaking his hips. The effort earns him a heavy spank, and he yelps as the pain sets in. Another slap, then another, then another, until he finally stops moving. His thighs shake and his chest heaves with every pant.

"Are you done?" The man above him growls. "Or do I need to teach you obedience, again?"

Aventurine shakes his head desperately. "No! No, don't you dare!" He goes limp in his lover's lap, remembering the last time he needed to be 'taught obedience', he was edged and then promptly overstimulated so hard he blacked out. "Fine, then; do whatever you want!"

"I will." Two fingers shove into his slick hole with no warning. The gambler keens as his legs kick out, but he gets himself under control quickly. It's too little too late, and Veritas lavishes him with another spank as he spreads his fingers. Aventurine's moans get higher pitched the deeper he pushes, and on a particularly sweet moan, he feels the doctor's thigh twitch.

A third finger is pushed in, and Aventurine whimpers. "Just do it already!" He begs. Veritas sighs, but he gives in. He pulls his fingers out and gives one last hearty slap to the gamblers' behind, then he picks up the blonde by the waist and turns him to sit on his lap, back to chest. "Very well." The scholar scoots the gambler forward to remove his loincloth, and when he does-

"N-no fucking way!" The gambler squeaks as he feels the lengthy warmth at his back. "You can't-" He makes the mistake of looking back, and Veritas has the indecency to sound smug as he stands.

He picks the gambler up from behind his knees, and Aventurine gasps as the thick head prods at his asshole. "Wa-aaahit!" It pops in with a bit of trouble, and if Aventurine could stop his eyes from rolling back, he'd see that the tip was barely a scratch.

He's let down easy, hole swallowing inch after inch, until he gets halfway down. Something pokes at his hole, and he startles with a gasp. Veritas groans at the sudden tightness. "Relax." "You have- oh, uhn, you have ridges! On your di-ihck!" He hiccups as Veritas goes back to sliding him down.

"That I do. Now breathe and try not to clench." It's easier said than done, but he does his best. "How are you- so big!?" He moans. Veritas just huffs and keeps pushing him down until he's fully seated.

By that point, Aventurine is nearly beyond words. He's panting and moaning as his ass adjusts itself over what can only be a monster in his hole. It isn't helped by movements, which is why Aventurine nearly yelps when Veritas lays his back on the bed and plants his feet on the floor.

One arm wraps around the back of his knees, holding them together in the air, and the other comes to grip the bed. Aventurine grips onto his lovers' thighs, and for a moment, he tries to wriggle out of his predicament.

But then Ratio fucks up into his hole, and he yowls. His head tilts back as the doctor sets a brutal pace. "Ough- oh! Fuck! Yes, yes, yesyes!" The gambler wails. His claws dig into fabric and he can feel the way his ass is rippling after every blow.

"That's it." Veritas growls. "Relax, let me do all the work." He slaps the gamblers thigh and Aventurine clenches tighter. The cock pummeling away at him doesn't stop, doesn't even falter, and every ridge catching at his hole only feels that much better. "I'll give you a hint, little gambler." Veritas sneers. "I indulged in some of those chocolates today."

Aventurine's eyes go wide under the mask. He tries to say something, anything, but then he's being tugged off the scholar's lap and pushed into a breeding press. His lower back is pushed against the bed and Veritas rests his thighs on his. "That's right, dear gambler. That means I'm going to be producing twice as much cum." He shoves into the gamblers gaping ass, and Aventurine screams again.

"What is it that you begged me to do?" He scoffs. "Ah, yes, I'm going to make you leak for days." His thrusts go so deep Aventurine can feel the smack of heavy balls against his rim, can feel the cock go so deep he feels like it's going to break him. He sounds absolutely debauched, grasping at his lover's thighs and curling his toes in his shiny heels.

He sees white when Veritas smacks his clit, gasping and begging. "Ah-again! More, more, moremoremore! That- thassit!" He slurs as Veritas slaps him twice more, and when his clit is circled by desperate fingers-

He goes silent. His jaw opens in desperate gasps and his body quakes in mind-breaking pleasure. His orgasm wipes his mind of any thought other than the monster cock shoving deep inside him. He feels when Veritas cums, balls twitching against his ruined, swollen hole and cum flying out of his hole with no place else to go.

He's dropped to the bed with little fanfare. "Much better." Veritas pulls out, stroking himself a few more times to finish decorating the rim with cum.

Aventurine sighs as the warmth trickles out of him. His body relaxes-

Only to tense when Veritas sits on the bed and pulls him onto his lap. "Again?" He whimpers. His voice is shot and his hips feel bruised. "I've done half a job." Veritas counters as he taps the head of his cock at Aventurine's cunt. "Now be good and go limp for me. It'll make it easier to take."

He tries, he really does, but having that much stuffed in him at once, he can't take it. An orgasm laps at his heels and washes over him as his husband gets halfway through. He moans and his head tilts back, and then suddenly he's screaming again as his cervix is punched. A forearm goes under each knee and two hands lock behind his head.

"O-oh fuck." He gasps.

"I intend to."

It begins just as the others had: Fast, sudden, and taking over Aventurine's body like a possession. His pussy leaks and squelches with every shove in, making a filthy noise and a dirty puddle on the sheets. "Fuck!" He screams. "I'm cumming! 'm cumming- I can't- its- it's coming out!" He screeches. His toes point to the ceiling as his legs lock and he squirts.

It's depraved, it's nasty, and it's the best sex Aventurine has ever had. His entire cunt feels bruised and all he can do is stick his tongue out and pant. There's a rip of cloth that he almost doesn't hear, and then his right nipple is being tugged. It's too much, he tries. Instead he just moans, "'s'oomuch!"

Veritas chuckles. "You'll be done soon enough. I'm already- ah, nearly my limit. Now open up for me while I take my fill."

He didn't think it was possible, but Veritas speeds up. He hears the sticky plaps get louder, feels the balls at his rim slap harder, and suddenly- "Fuck!" Veritas growls.

Just like his ass, his cunt takes about two ropes of thick, heavy cum, before it runs out of space. His womb is the next to be creamed, and even then, it still shoots out around Veritas' dick like a fountain. The warmth tips him over one last time, and Aventurine goes limp as his body is forced into one more orgasm.

He doesn't realize he's shaking until he's put on the bed. Veritas pulls out and taps his tome against Aventurine's head, and the Cornerstone removes itself from Vasha's body and manifests a few inches away. He taps himself on the head and his overpowered form retreats. Aventurine watches as his husband collapses on the bed next to him, grabbing a handful of his husband's reddened asscheek. "Fuck." The scholar groans.

"Well put." Vasha pants back. "You've - you've killed your husband." Veritas doesn't even turn to look at him, but he does grunt, and just before his eyes close and he falls asleep, he chuckles, reaching over to grab his husband's hand.

He misses and grabs his chest, but he doesn't complain. He just likes holding his lover in any way possible.

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"My, you've already gotten started." Ratio steps down into the basement, low voice cutting into the muffled screams. He leans against the closed door in the basement, smiling softly as he watches his fiancee work.

The buzzsaw stops as Aventurine looks up. Ratio loves the face he gets when he walks into Aventurine working. His eyes are wide, as he takes in his lover. The buzzsaw is put to the side, and Aventurine pulls down his surgical mask to rush to his fiance. "Ver~!" He giggles.

Veritas opens his arms, giving the blonde a kiss on his head. His clothes will get bloody, considering Vasha's are already ruined with the carnage, but the doctor doesn't mind. "What have you gotten done today?"

Vasha leads him over to the man tied to his table. "Veritas, please meet Doctor Abelia! He's one of the people who stole your concepts a few weeks ago!" The gambler picks up the buzzsaw, revving it a few times just to see the man tied to the table squirm. His fiance puts a hand on his shoulder.

"That's very sweet of you, anima mea. However," he takes the tape off of the man's mouth and the blindfold from his eyes. "I believe he has some things to say-"

"You're FUCKING CRAZY!" The man spits at Kakavasha. "Help me!! He's been torturing me for hours! I can't feel my arms!" He squirms in his binds, and Veritas goes silent. He looks over the man as he screams.

The man is bloodied and broken. His ankles are obviously shattered, and Veritas can see Aventurine has been slowly working on removing his nails. He's done well with the few he's done, Veritas must have caught him early on in the process. "You've done well." He gives his husband a kiss.

The man goes silent, pale face going slack. "There's... There's no way." He struggles harder, and Veritas points to the scalpel. "I'm afraid so." Kakavasha puts a surgical mask on his face. "Unfortunately for you, I've been wanting to teach my darling about anatomy, and you've selected yourself as our hands-on dummy." The scalpel glints in the light, and Vasha smirks.

"Not that it will be much use to you now," Veritas glares as he retapes the screaming man's mouth. "But in the future, I'd appreciate it if my fiancee was treated with respect."

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"Hah, hah, hah..." Veritas pants over the body. "That's about it, I suppose." He growls. He drops the scalpel onto the table, and Kakavasha hums behind him.

Kakavasha sits in the back, eyes bright as he watches his fiancee move. "That last bit was kinda hot." The blonde stands, grabbing the blood covered scalpel. "Defending my honor like that..." The blonde raises the sharp end to tap at Veritas' chest, dragging it down with just enough strength and precision to cut the doctor's shirt open. "It really gets a man going." He looks up.

Veritas grabs his hand and the scalpel falls. Before it can hit the ground, Veritas has ripped off the surgical mask and replaced it with Vasha's lips. It's a messy, filthy, nasty kiss, and it ends in a gasp when Kakavasha is pressed against the wall.

Nothing is said as they wrench off their clothes, tearing at clothes they'll need to burn anyway and dropping them just enough in favor of grabbing each other. Veritas goes right back to kissing his fiancee. "Beautiful." He whispers. "Insane, beautiful man. You're fucking predatory." He pats his lover's thighs, and the blonde jumps up, moaning when Veritas catches him only to grind their hips together.

"If I'm a predator, what does that make you?" Vasha grins, reaching next to him to pick up a butcher knife. Veritas gasps as it makes his way under his chin, sharp side making the slightest cut under his jaw. "I know what it makes you." The gambler leans forward, brushing his hips onto the scholar's and nudging his already loose hole over Veritas' cock.

"It makes you pathetic. It makes you prey." He whispers. Veritas' eyes roll back and he moans as Vasha sinks down on him. "You're at my command. My weak, desperate meal that'll do anything for a good fuck."

Veritas growls. In the blink of an eye, he rips the cleaver from Vasha's hands and buries it in the wall next to his head. The gambler tightens around him, eyes wide as his eyes flash to the knife and back to his lover.

"All prey think they're predators at first. It's part of the game." He sets a heavy pace from the beginning, pressing deep massages into the gamblers prostate. "Yet here I am, holding you to a wall." The gambler grabs onto the scholar's shoulders, leaning forward to bite him as he moans. Veritas huffs, spreading his feet to get a good stance before he starts bouncing Vasha on his dick.

"I'm not even holding you that tight. You could squirm away if you wanted to, but you don't." He snarls as he grabs the gambler by the throat, pressing ever-so-slightly to cut off the blood flow. "You're not just prey, you're willing prey. You want me to break you in half and toss you into the flames."

Kakavasha's wails ripple through the room. His cock leaks as it rubs against Veritas' abs, and the doctor knows he's close. "Vuh- Veritas! Don't stop, don't stop!" The scholar brings a hand between them, wrapping it around Vasha's cock and tugging in turn with his thrusts.

The blonde whimpers pathetically as his head falls back. He yowls, back arching and hold tightening and cock spurting. Veritas doesn't last much longer, groaning as he shoves in deep and spills. "Good boy." He murmurs, just to feel his lover shiver.

The aftershocks fade slowly, and when they can breathe again, Vasha is let onto the ground. They pull their pants back up, and the blonde takes to starting the incinerator connected to the fireplace. "He's skinny, so he won't take too long." Veritas grunts as he dumps the last of the body into the fire. "We can take down the plastic now, and then have a bath after we reapply it."

He looks at his fiancee, already working on stripping the sheets. "Then we take a bath?" He smiles, and Veritas quietly amends his earlier statements. "Of course, love." He'll gladly be the prey if his predator looks at him like this.

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"It's gross, is what it is." Aventurine gripes as he gets into the shower. "And it ruined a damn good pair of lingerie."

The gambler glares at the fancy suit and the white bra and panty set that are on the floor. Ratio grabs the clothes from the floor and throws them into the garbage can. "It is not gross, Vasha. Your menstrual cycle is a normal part of life." The doctor begins to strip his own clothes off, and when he looks over, Aventurine is still sulking in the shower.

"Vasha, this didn't ruin the night." He tries. "We just went home earlier than we expected." "And I expected to get pounded into the bed tonight!" Kakavasha snaps. Veritas raises his hands in surrender, and Vasha immediately frowns and puts his head in his hands. "I'm sorry." Veritas just shrugs. "It's okay. Should I get the living room set up-" "Please."

The scholar leaves his husband in peace. He goes into the bedroom and grabs his gambler's comfiest pajamas and underwear. He walks back into the bathroom and collects a pad, then he puts the pile on the side of the sink.

He says nothing as he leaves, but Kakavasha calls out a "Thank you" just as the door shuts. Next, he heads to the living room. He gathers the heating pad and the extra blankets, and he tosses them on the couch. He gathers the armful of snacks and the ice cream sandwiches and the bowls and puts them on the living room table.

The pillows are set on the couch and the snacks are opened. He sets himself in the center and turns the heating pad on. Fortunately for him, Kakavasha walks out only a few moments after. The gambler smiles as he takes his seat next to his husband. "Ver..."

Veritas leans over to pull his lover over to kiss him on the head. "I'm glad your shower was enjoyable." He leans forward and takes the bowls and a bag of chips. Vasha forgoes the bowl and grabs the bag directly, digging his hand in and grabbing a handful to stuff into his mouth.

The movie is decent, Veritas supposes. It's something about a super spy that does tricks and ridiculous stunts for a mission considered impossible. He's half paying attention, but halfway into the movie, Vasha begins squirming.

He's unfocused and he keeps shuffling his legs, crossing then uncrossing, together and then apart. It's almost like he's physically bothered.

"Are you alright, love?" He frowns. The blonde nods. "Yeah, just discomfort. I'm alright." He puts his hand over his crotch, just for a second. "Just giving me a hard time. I'm alright, just need a good distraction."

Veritas knows, after five years of marriage and eight years of knowing each other, that this isn't true. Kakavasha is going to last three hours, at most, before he starts groaning in pain about his clit being so sensitive it hurts.

Instead of moving immediately, he lays back. He pulls his shoulder over his husband's shoulder and pulls him close. Then, he waits. Vasha gets squirmy by the next scene, and Veritas takes that as his cue to move his hand to Vasha's knee. The gambler eyes the hand, but says nothing.

The next scene, Veritas pushes his hand to Vasha's upper thigh. This time, Vasha looks up as he claps a hand around the thick wrist. The scholar raises a brow down at him, and the blonde looks away with a blush. He doesn't say a safe word, nor does he tap out. He just lets go of the hand and looks back to the movie.

Neither of them are paying attention at this point, so Veritas goes all-in. He slides his hand down the gambler's clothes, mentally cheering when he feels the coarse patch of hair at Vasha's mound. He looks down, struggling to keep his face level when he sees just how pink his husband is.

Veritas feels how slick he is, and he flicks his fingers up slowly to touch Vasha's clit. The gambler whimpers. "I'm sensitive..." Veritas nods at the comment. "Would you like me to take the edge off?" He nuzzles into his husband's ear, and the blonde nods. "Just a little. Make it stop hurting." They share a sweet kiss, and then Veritas sets to work.

Ever so gently, he runs the pads of his index and middle finger up Vasha's slit. He feels the gush of slick and blood gather on his fingers, and he drags his fingertips up again.

Vasha trembles as he grabs onto Veritas' arm, closing his legs but grinding into the pleasure. He bites the blanket, and Veritas doesn't stop him. He knows the faster he gets this done, the faster his love will be able to rest.

So he goes a bit faster. He flicks his fingertips faster, and Vasha moans around the blanket. He nods, eyes fluttering shut. Veritas keeps that pace, rubbing his fingers up and down the hardening nub. Vasha tenses and moans, rolling his hips into the feeling. "Thats- mmmh, that's so good!"

The blanket drops from his mouth as his moans grow higher. "Please. Don't stop. Veritas, don't you dare stop, I'm so close! I- fffffuck!" He squeals as his legs close tighter. The scholar looks down to see his gambler curled up, legs shaking as he grips his arm.

When the shocks fade, Kakavasha leans back, smiling in content. "Thank you." Veritas flicks his fingers once more, and his husband squeaks. "Ah! I'm good, I'm good!"

The scholar just leans down, biting Vasha's ear gently as he pulls away. His hand comes back up, bloodied, and the blonde grimaces. "Go wash your hand."

Veritas stands, walking his way to the kitchen as he hears his husband reach for the TV remote.

"And bring me a water, if you would!"

"Yes, love!"

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Something was wrong.

Aventurine wasn't sure what, but something was very wrong.

For one, there were too many alphas in the room. Actua IV had an alpha-dominated dictatorship, sure, but the gambler was unaware of just how many alphas would be in the room.

He was also unaware that none of the alphas wore scent blockers, so the blonde omega had sent Ratio back to their shared hotel room with a kiss and a few reassurances. "I'm fine." He had purred. "It's an IPC meeting. I'll be back in two hours with a signed contract and then we can go to those hot springs I know you've been itching to see."

Now, he wishes he had let Veritas come along. Just before the meeting starts, he sends a message to Jade. "Alpha code pink." It's all the female needs to see for her to begin making her way to the room. All Aventurine has to do is text the same thing to his mate, then he waits.

Logically, he knows nothing is wrong with him, nor is anything wrong with the eight alphas sitting at the table with him.

But the scent is strong.

They're all very kind, and Aventurine isn't sure if it makes his brain foggier or clearer. There's a female sitting next to him who begins the meeting. "Welcome, everyone." She stands up. "My name is Eve. I'll be helping take notes as a neutral party for this agreement." Everyone in the room seems to approve of her, so she continues.

"The IPC has sent Mister Aventurine to negotiate on their behalf today, and tomorrow, we will hopefully be concluding and signing the trade deals. Is this agreeable?" She goes down the line, calling each delegate's name and waiting until they nod to go the next. When she gets to him, she pauses.

Aventurine nods, so she continues. "Mister Aventurine?" "Of course. Now then, since you've been so kind as to extend an invitation to allow us to stay, I insist that the delegates from Actua IV go first." The gambler leans back as someone too spots down from him stands and begins to speak.

The gambler can't find it in him to pay attention. He tries, he really does. But his mind is telling him to run. He can feel the mix of hormones and fear in his veins. Where is his alpha? He's sitting in a room that smells too different, yet so overpowering.

He only checks in when there's a tap at his arm.

"Mister Aventurine." The female alpha from earlier whispers to him. "Are you alright?"

He opens his mouth, but he's too warm. His body feels light. His tongue doesn't work.

Aventurine nods, and she frowns. "Shall I call for lunch break? Your face is red and you look distressed."

Distressed, that's a word Veritas likes to use. He remembers when he heard it last. It was two nights ago, when Aventurine was whimpering and whining in the sheets. Veritas wouldn't touch him, kept asking if he wanted more, if he wanted to be-

"Mister Aventurine?"

He blinks up, and the table is looking at him. "Hmm? Forgive me." He tries not to slur. "I seem to be..." He can't find the word.

Thankfully, a man two seats down sniffs out the answer. "Your scent... Is sweet. Oh, no. Mister Aventurine-"

Suddenly, the door swings open. He turns his head a fraction slower than usual, but he can't help it. He feels underwater as someone slides next to him. "I see." It's a calming, soothing voice that nearly lulls him to sleep.

He knows this voice. They've played chess together, gambled on his life when he broke his Cornerstone, and yet he still can't remember her name.

"I'll call for a lunch break." Someone else calls. "Forgive us, Mister Aventurine. We had no idea. Had we known-" He looks up, smiling the best he can as he waves away the offense. "I appreciate the understanding." Now, he's slurring.

The female alpha to his right steps away from the table to send a text. "His mate is being let up." She looks at him. "We've secured private transport to the IPC safe house, and Doctor Ratio has had the luggage moved over. It's in IPC control. Please accept our apologies."

The gambler nods just as he hears another set of worried footsteps. "Aventurine!"

His head picks up so fast it hurts his neck. He doesn't have time to say hello before the mess of purple hair and worried eyes is kneeling before him. "Are you alright?" "Mmh." Is all he can muster.

"He's going into a pheremone-induced heat." The doctor picks him up, looking around the room. "He'll be in my care for the next ten days. If anyone needs him, contact me."

He looks at Jade, who nods. "Please ensure he takes the rest he needs, doctor. I will take it from here." She takes the gamblers' seat, rubbing her wrists on the armrests to stamp out whatever scent was left behind.

It's all Aventurine sees before his face is turned into Ratio's bicep. "Rest, gambler." Ratio pleads. "This next week will be stressful, on both of us."

The blonde doesn't think of a reason his alpha would lie to him, so he closes his eyes and falls asleep before they're in the car.

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When he wakes up, he's already purring. He doesn't even know why, but he's euphoric. His eyes open and the first thing he spots is a blue sash over his arms. He's surrounded in a pile of clothes that smell delicious, and he immediately gets to work.

He positions the larger things first, pulling together blankets and pillows and pants first. On top of those, he drapes sheets and shirts. Lastly, he settles down with a small throw blanket and the blue sash. He closes his eyes, and falls asleep again, still purring.

--__--

When he wakes up again, it takes him a few moments to remember who he is, where he is, and what happened. He groans as he sits up, reaching for his phone. He very nearly screams when there's movement on the other side of the bed.

Veritas stops when Aventurine jumps, looking the omega up and down. "Vasha, are you alright?"

The gambler notices how he doesn't dare reach into the nest, and while some part of him is disappointed, his hindbrain growls at the thought of anyone in his nest. "I'm warm." He tries to say. It comes out as more a of a slurred, "hm 'arm...". Veritas nods in acknowledgement. "Would you like a bath?"

Once again, he knows that logic dictates he should eat and clean himself, but the thought of leaving his nest...

He shakes his head, laying back down and tugging the sash to his body.

It's only then does he notice he's wearing nothing but one of Veritas' large white shirts. He also notices that there's only a little slick on his legs, despite feeling like he's in heat. He lifts his head up, tilting his head to the left.

Veritas frowns. "I'll bore you to sleep with specifics later, as I know you enjoy it. For now, though, I'll get to the point. Being mated, your body can't tell the difference between a safe area and an unsafe area if there are too many alpha scents around. Your mind might be aware, but it sends distress through your bond and begins to go into heat in an attempt to force your alpha closer."

Aventurine nods. "So even though I was only on alert while there were so many alphas..." He begins, and his mate finishes for him. "Your body began to panic and wonder where I was as a biological safeguard." The scholar pauses. "I apologize." He doesn't allude to the reason, they both know why.

"It's fine." Aventurine puts his arm over his closing eyes as he sighs. "If anything, I'm just glad I got a medically approved vacation. What's the plan, doc?"

It's then that Veritas stands, stepping away from the bed, and more importantly, the nest. "Let your body dissolve the emergency injection of hormone blockers." "And whatever heat I've given myself hits me like a truck on fire." He can already feel the uncomfortable warmth running up his body.

The doctor only nods. "Alright, then. I'll shower while I can." He takes charge, and the alpha lets him. Aventurine hates letting his hindbrain take over as it does, and he always scrambles for control until the last moment. Today is no exception.

"Fruits, milk, water, honey," he lists, "And as many sheet replacements as they can give us, as well as lube. Forgo the condoms." Ratio agrees with a smile, then he's gone. He understands why the scholar stayed away.

It didn't make him any less spiteful towards his biology.

Instead of sulking, he gets to work. He showers and shaves while his hands can stay steady, and he preps when he notices the heat growing to his cheeks. It doesn't matter how many times he scrubs his thighs to remove slick, it always comes back within moments.

So he sighs and rinses off one last time before he steps out of the tub and dries off. It's a rush job, but it works, and he all but races to his nest.

On his way to the nest Aventurine spots his mate in the kitchen. He's covered in half the blankets and sheets, rolling each one over his body a few times before folding it again and rubbing his wrists on it. The other half of the clean sheets are sitting on the foot of the bed, on the opposite side of the nest. Aventurine makes a mental note to thank Veritas with a trip to his favorite museum later.

For now, he gets to work. He undoes his nest, to the chagrin of his hindbrain, and strips the bed. His brain screams at him to forgo the reapplying bedsheets, but he fights it off with growls and shaky hands.

When that's done, his omega brain comes in full force. There's newfound energy and focus thrumming through his body. He rushes to rebuild his nest.

His energy isn't gone when he lays down. He feels anxious. It's not comforting like before, it's like there's an itch over his skin. He feels uneasy, like something is missing. He sniffs around, looking for whatever is hidden.

Then the thing he's looking for walks in the door, gently placing down the now-scented sheets with slow hands.

Aventurine pounces.

He grabs his mate by the shoulders and, with strength he didn't know he had, shoves the doctor into the middle of the nest. Veritas lets himself be manhandled despite his shock. He's laid down quickly and his clothes are literally ripped off. When that's done, his clothes are draped over the sides of the bed.

Aventurine finally finished the nest, he straddles the doctor's waist.

Veritas doesn't dare move as his mate unbuttons his own shirt. Aventurine looks down. His hindbrain purrs in the back of his head, all too happy to see his Alpha settled in his nest. His shirt is tossed off the bed and he arches his back out.

He rocks back and forth on the hardening arousal under him, and when Veritas slides two calloused hands up Aventurine's thighs to rest at his hips. The gambler grinds down harder, scent sweetening almost impossibly in the nest.

"Oh, Alpha..." Kakavasha purrs. He's far gone now, Ratio can see it in his eyes and taste it in his scent. "Stay down, okay? I'm gonna take your knot, and then maybe I'll let you pump your thick, hot seed into me." He giggles.

Ratio just holds onto the thin waist above him and nods. He tries, but he's not ready when Kakavasha raises his hips, then slams down. Ratio growls and forces his eyes open to watch Kakavasha bounce.

Every drop down is warm and inviting, and every pull up feels like Vasha has applied suction to his dick. The pace is breakneck, and Kakavasha leans forward to grab handfuls of his mate's chest as he slaps his hips down over and over. Every gasp and breath and moan from the omega drives Veritas' hindbrain to grow louder.

Ratio's body realises his orgasm is close before he does. The heat-crazed gambler moans loudly as he sinks down on it completely. He grinds down with quick, desperate rolls as his alpha's knot grows and nearly locks them together. "Vasha, I'm close-" Ratio warns.

Kakavasha wails, "Veritas~!" And rolls his hips, and Ratio is gone. His orgasm hits him hard and fast as he holds his omega by the hips to fuck in deeper. His knot slides out just once last time before it pops in and inflates, stretching Kakavasha's hole just before Veritas finally fills him.

When the first rope of cum fills him, Vasha's eyes roll back, his mouth opens in a desperate moan, and he screams. "Yes, yes! Veritas, gimme- I want it! Ge'mme pregnant- oh!"

The moment his orgasm finally subsides, Veritas can feel his hindbrain begin to claw at his rationality. His eyes take down his mate's body. The omega is panting, chest and neck and cheeks red with fatigue and lust. His hole is soaked with slick and precum, the same beautiful red as his lips and cheeks. The room's scent was thick with lust and sex and the nest nestled them just right. It's all he can do to keep himself at bay and not to grind into Kakavasha.

It doesn't help that his mate has taken to leaning down to rest on Veritas' chest, and now the scent and heat is that much closer.

"Vasha..." He warns.

The omega looks up, eyes wide with lust. "Please." He whines. "Alpha, take care of me."

Before he can stop himself, the alpha flips them over, rolling his hips into the omega's as much as he can with his inflated knot. Immediately, Kakavasha mewls and gasps. "Yes, like that! Alpha, alpha, love you so much-" Veritas leans down to kiss him into silence.

They don't leave the room for three days, only changing the sheets and showering twice. Every time Veritas moves to leave, the gambler pulls him back down with heavy, passionate arms and a honey-sweet scent.

He resigns himself to his fate after the second round and he finds that as long as Kakavasha keeps purring in his arms, it's not such a bad fate to suffer.

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"Are you ready, love?" Ratio kisses his love, pulling gently at the straps binding his husband.

Aventurine grins, squirming just for a moment. "I'm ready. I love you~"

Ratio kisses him again before he straps his mask into place. "Very well."

--__--

When the door opens, around twelve people walk into the room. There are twelve plush chairs, with a small bottle of personal lube in the center of each. A man with purple hair walks in front of them, clad in a black long-sleeve shirt and pants, and matching black shoes and socks. He's wearing a simple black mask that's tied to the back of his head, and the ribbon matches the purple one tying his hair back.

"Before we begin," he commands the room. "The rules."

"Firstly, club rules apply. No touching the performers, or attempting to contact them after the show." He presses a button on the side of a closed curtain, and there's a soft chime on the other end. "Secondly, while you may stimulate yourself in this room, keep your hands off others. You are here for a show, not an orgy. Lastly, if you must speak, move, or relieve yourself, do so quietly. Are we understood?"

The crowd stayed silent, and the man left.

One minute and thirteen seconds later, the curtain opens.

There's an energy barrier between the performers and the audience, yet the tension in both rooms shifts. The man in black has changed rooms, but that's not what the focus is on.

Instead, all eyes turn to the blonde suspended from the ceiling. The man is strung up in latex straps all over his chest, arms, and thighs. He wears nothing under the straps, fully on display. His bare heels touch his thighs, his hands are bound behind him, and his eyes are covered in a blindfold.

His brand is cleverly hidden behind a strap of leather that connects him to the ceiling, as per his wishes. Everyone silently knows the blonde is Aventurine, but the smaller man insisted on it being hidden, so his husband had obliged without question.

The second thing they notice is the wall of toys on the right wall. From top to bottom, it's full of everything someone could think of. On the opposite wall, a breeding bench and aftercare supplies. Behind the strung-up blonde was a well-made bed.

The man in black lets the audience simmer in anticipation a moment longer, then he walks to the right wall and pulls a few things off the shelf. Namely, two vibrators, a roll of body tape, a paddle, and a set of attached nipple clamps.

He lifts the blonde's chin to give him a gentle kiss, and Aventurine relaxes in his restraints. "You may cum as many times as you can," the masked man grins down at him. "As many times as I allow you to."

The blonde shivers. "Okay."

There's silence in the room, then Ratio reels his hand back and spanks Aventurine's ass hard. The blonde yelps and moans, squirming as his asscheek turns pink. Ratio wraps a hand around Aventurine's chin, gently but firmly holding his chin. "Use proper manners." He doles another slap to the same cheek, and Aventurine moans.

"Thank you, sir!" The blonde is treated to a chaste kiss on the lips, then another spank. He gasps as his body shakes. "Thank you- Sir!" One of the vibrators is taped to Aventurine's clit, and the cold plastic sends shivers down his spine.

"Be still." The Dom orders. "Or I'll rescind my order and hold back your orgasms until I'm satisfied."

Aventurine bites his lip, but keeps still as best he can. The hand from his pussy goes up to play with his chest, and Aventurine opens his mouth to moan softly as his nipples are tugged. He doesn't dare beg, but he arches into the pleasure. He's allowed that, thankfully.

One of Ratio's hands leaves the blonde's body, moving to grab the nipple clamps he'd tossed onto his shoulder. He huffs on them warming them ever-so-slightly before he clamps them on the gambler. Aventurine gasps as each rubber clamp is tightened onto his perky nipples, biting his lip.

Ratio lets him get used to the feeling, keeping a hand on the blonde's shoulder as he adjusts. He checks to make sure the little silver jingle bell is still held tightly in Aventurine's right palm, then he continues.

"You look beautiful like this." Ratio breathes, just loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Strung up and immobile as you are." He tugs the chain just as Aventurine opens his mouth, and the resulting words sound ruined. "Th-ANK! You, sir!"

Veritas chuckles. "I adore when you're well-behaved like this." He reaches into his pocket, looking over the crowd just for a moment.

There's a few people with their hands in their pants already, but most are waiting for whatever comes next.

He finds the remote easily, pressing the topmost button.

Aventurine squeals out a gasp, and Ratio silently pats himself on the back for his rope work. The blonde is trying to curl in on himself, as he's wont to do, but the ropes keep him still, chest pushed out and pussy open on display.

He watches as Aventurine tries to roll himself into the pleasure, to push his clit further into the vibe, but it's resting exactly where Ratio wants it, and so the only thing he provides is a chuckle. "Greedy, are we?"

Aventurine whips his head to the sound of his voice and shakes his head. "N-no! No sir! I'm sorry, sir!" He knows what comes next, and he knows that very few words can take back the egregious offense he's committed.

Unfortunately for the usually-fortunate, Ratio has no time to correct the mistake. "I thought I'd trained you better." He sighs. "A foolish oversight. Yet, here we are, so allow me to correct that behavior." He clicks and holds the topmost button on the remote. "Immediately."

Aventurine screams, mouth dropping in a broken wail as he squirms. "W-wait, no!" His hand stays closed around the bell, and so the torturous pleasure continues. "I'm so-sorry, sir! I- oh aeons, be good! I'll behave, it was a reflex!"

Ratio grins at the horrible excuse. If this is how the gambler wants to play, he can oblige. He waits until the very last second, just before Aventurine is about to topple over into a harsh climax.

Then, he stops it.

Aventurine yowls, panting as he glares at where the Dom's voice came from last. "A reflex?" The taller man echos. "I'm interested in that response, tell me more." Ratio doesn't wait for a response, and he tugs the gambler close by the clamps.

The gambler takes the grace in stride, panting as he speaks. "Bodies are wired to want more of a good thing. I was just following what my body told me was good, sir." The logic, surprisingly, is sound, even if it's basic.

He sounds a little out of it, but Veritas can tell it's a good thing. The bell is held tightly, and Aventurine isn't squirming or in his head. He just seems obedient, malleable, and Ratio can work with that.

"None of what you said is generally incorrect. Five points." He runs a hand over Aventurine's ass. "And five demerits." He starts the vibrations again, giving it a steady two presses of the top button before he takes his hand from his pocket and uses it to hold his partner steady by the hips.

"Count." He orders. "You may orgasm at any time, but if you miscount or forget your number, I'll be adding another five." He gives Aventurine a moment to nod, and when he does, he doles out the first slap.

"One!" Aventurine yelps. His back arches into the pain and his bottom blossoms and delicious red, and when he counts it out, he gets the next.

"T-two!" He trembles. Ratio notices the slick that pearls down the gamblers' legs, and he ups the vibrations as he gives his partner his next lick.

"Three! Sir, please!" Ratio grabs two tight handfuls of the blonde's thighs, and he watches as his partner wails out his orgasm. "Good boy." He purrs. He keeps it quiet, whispering in Aventurine's ear as he squeezes his thighs. "Two more, Amica mea. Then I'll give you what you want."

He pulls back as Aventurine starts squirming in overstimulation. "How many?" He orders. Aventurine pants and heaves, but the bell stays tucked in his hand as he answers. "Three! Sir! It's too much!" He begs, but Veritas lets his thighs go with a sigh.

"You can take it. You've taken much more than just a few smacks." He gives a heavy spank at the word 'smack', and Aventurine's back arches as he cries out. It takes him a few more moments to answer, but eventually he rings out, "Four!" And Ratio slides a hand over both reddened cheeks.

The vibrator is still rumbling on Aventurine's clit, and from experience Ratio knows Aventurine's ability to make words is running on a short timer. He feels his hand down, tapping the vibrator with a heavy finger.

Then he rips the tape off with his right hand, and gives Aventurine's clit a good smack with his left. The gambler freezes, body locking for a single second as his jaw drops and his orgasm tears him apart.

Veritas shoves two fingers into the tight hole underneath, curling them just right as Aventurine screeches. "F-uh, ah, AAAH~!" His entire body shakes with the force of his orgasm, and Ratio can't help the groan that comes from his throat.

His wrist and palm are soaked in seconds, and he holds the blonde close as he goes limp. "Good boy." He mumbles, almost silently. "Beautifully done, Vasha."

Kakavasha drops the bell, and Veritas nods. "Yes, that's it. We're done. You did so well." He looks at the worker sitting in the room across from them, ignoring the others who have their hands down their pants or that are making a mess, and the woman nods as she stands to close the curtains.

The moment they're alone, Veritas unties his love, pulling them both to the bed and holding Vasha close. "You were fantastic, Anima Mea. Absolutely gorgeous."

He hums praises until well after they've bathed and the blonde has stopped trembling. He holds him close until the gambler has fallen asleep, safe and sated and bathed and relaxed, and he silently gives his husband a kiss on the head before falling asleep himself.

Chapter Text

"Careful, there, doc." Aventurine shivers as Ratio presses on a particularly rotted wire in the gamblers back. "I may not be human, but my insides are still sensitive."

The doctor sighs as he pokes on the wire again. "Sit still." He puts a heavy hand on Aventurine's back as his other hand reaches for his pliers. "I need to replace a good amount of your wires." He tugs on a particularly stripped bundle, and Aventurine buries his head in the pillow under him.

His back doesn't rise and fall, normal for the doctor by now, but it still felt weird not having the usual deep breaths and twitches caused by anesthesia. Aventurine's arm twitches as the cable is cut and removed, and Ratio sighs. "Do I need to restrain you?"

Aventurine lifts his head from the pillow, and Ratio's frown deepens. The blonde's cheeks are bright pink and his hands are gripping the sides of the couch tightly. "Aventurine?" He kneels down.

The blonde shakes his head. "I'm fine. My wires are just... Really sensitive." He pushes his face back into the pillow, and Ratio frowns. "Please bear with me, then. I'll work as fast as I can." He stands and grabs his pliers and his extra cords, and he readjusts his gloves and goggles.

"Don't be afraid to tell me to stop, and if you need to..." He hesitates. "Make yourself comfortable, I will not hold it against you." He taps a wire softly, and the gambler tenses.

As promised, he removes the wire quickly. It's replacement is as quick as possible, even considering the amount of squirming Aventurine is doing. Ratio holds his thighs down with his right hand as his left uses the pliers to remove another wire. He swears he hears the gambler whimpers as it's tugged, but he says nothing of it.

They go like that, Ratio occasionally checking in and Aventurine waving him off or smiling nervously. "I'm fine, doc."

The next wire is corroded by battery acid. "This will be difficult." He takes his wire cutters, snapping the wire in half. Aventurine shivers, but he stays still otherwise.

The problem comes when Ratio touches the bottom half. Aventurine bites the pillow with a heavy groan that sounds like it's ripped from him. The scholar does his best to hurry, unhooking the wire from its node. He does the same to the top, working quickly. Aventurine whimpers into the pillow and grips it so hard the fabric tears.

"Nearly done." Ratio grabs his pliers and the wire, sliding it through the bottom node. Aventurine goes shock-still, then he looks behind him with wide eyes. "Ratio, wait!"

It's too late. The wire is snagged into the top, and Ratio steps back. He looks down, and Aventurine is shaking. He leans down in panic, tugging the wire free quickly.

Aventurine just screams, tearing the pillow in two as his eyes roll back. The doctor squats in front of him, bringing the automatons' face into his hands. "Aventurine, speak to me!" He pleads.

Aventurine just moans, panting as his eyes flutter shut.

His cheeks are pink. He was moaning. His body went from shaking to pulled taut to limp.

Ratio reels back like he's been burned. "Ah." He musters, eyes wide and his own cheeks heating up. "I... Should have stopped. I was unaware."

Aventurine just opens his eyes, lust-blown and excited. "So was I. I've never overloaded my circuits like that before."

They sit there in tense, pregnant silence.

Ratio speaks first, wrapping his finger around another wire. "Would you like-"

"Please."

Chapter Text

When Aventurine woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to be shoved in a latex bunny suit and put on display at a casino.

...Well, that's what he'd like to say, at least.

In reality, Aventurine knew this was coming for weeks. He himself had volunteered for the assignment, ordered a custom bunny suit, and prepared himself the day before.

It was just a "happy coincidence" that Ratio was invited to the late-night casino-related annual IPC awards event.

The gambler attached the neural links to his collar, slipped the bunny ears on his head, and looked in the mirror. He looked amazing, if he does say so himself.

His bunny ears twitched as he mentally commanded them, and his collar sat nicely on his neck. His makeup was impeccable, a dark cateye with a clean look and red lips. His nails are painted his signature teal color, his earring is shined to perfection, and the dual black leather cuffs and single thigh strap were snug on his body.

His outfit is tidy and shiny, starting with the Aventurine-colored latex bunny bodysuit with a cut so low it's nearly indecent. The hip slits go at least four inches above the bottom of his hip bone and he's wearing nothing under the suit but a pair of grey pantyhose.

Not to say it's the only thing he's wearing. He's got his black overcoat and black heels, but the gambler is more excited about his tail.

Originally, the IPC had supplied him with a tail that used the same technology as his ears. His real ears would be hidden by reflective nanites so they would seem to have disappeared, and the bunny ears would move and twitch and flex just like real ears, so long as he wore the appropriate collar and bracelets.

But even with the bracelet and collar, Aventurine had no need for the clip-on bunny tail. Instead, he opted to use his own tail: a color the same as his suit, snug against his cheeks as it attaches to the plug that's nestled inside of him. It's a pretty thing, and unless someone tugs on it enough to pull the plug out, nobody will know the difference.

Well, not unless they've seen the custom-ordered sex toy before, and there's only one person in the gala who would know what it looks like.

So Aventurine pets his catcakes, dons his heels and his coat, and walks from his home to his car, where Stanton waits for him. "Straight to the Gala, please." Aventurine smiles. "And you can head inside to the Employee Lounge when you park the car, I don't know how long I'll be."

Stanton nods and begins the short drive to the banquet hall. "Will be bringing anyone specific back with us, Mister Aventurine?"

Aventurine grins. "I sure hope so."

--__--

When the car rolls to a stop, Aventurine gives Stanton an extra two hundred dollars. "Sir, you already pay me enough." The older man shakes his head, but Aventurine insists. "I know you won't drink on the job, but at least get yourself something to eat."

He doesn't leave until Stanton accepts the money. When the driver finally caves with a "Thank you, Mister Aventurine", Aventurine steps away and into the gala hall.

He steps into the Stoneheart's secure side entrance with a grin. Topaz lets him in and leads him to his locker, where he slides the coat off his shoulders and onto a hook. He switches his converse shoes for five inch stilettos, checks his makeup one last time, then grabs onto Topaz's arm and lets her lead him out to the floor.

He strolls down the walkway, letting her hand go when he's confident in his shoes. He can feel every pair of eyes that watch him, every wink, every stare, every scoff. It doesn't matter, though, because he only cares about one pair.

They belong to one Veritas Ratio, who's currently watching with wide eyes and flaming cheeks. The doctor recovers as much as he can, crossing his legs and buttoning his two piece suit closed as he leans forward onto the blackjack table. He tries his best to ignore the gambler, but it's hard to continue a card game when the young dealer isn't dealing.

"Another card, please." Ratio scoffs. He grabs his martini glass and lifts it to his lips, but Aventurine is quicker. The gambler plucks it from his hand, taking a sip of the orange-flavored drink. It's sweet, and he can taste a hint of honey as he licks his lips.

It's only then does the young dealer snap back to his game. He slides Ratio a card, and the doctor sighs as he busts with a twenty-three. "Ah, too bad." Aventurine grins as he mocks the doctor, looking down into glaring wine-red eyes.

Ratio takes his drink back, downing it as he tries to hide his wandering eyes with the lip of the glass. The blonde preens at the attention, then he gets a horrid idea. "Oh, doctor~" He purrs, leaning down to whisper in the doctor's ear. "You have something on your lap."

Before the scholar can stop him, he snakes himself over Ratio's lap, pulling his arms around the doctor's shoulders and burying his head in his neck. "Oh, I seem to have slipped! How kind of you to catch me, doctor!" His smile turns into a grin when he feels something pressing at his back.

His smile falls when he yelps, which happens when Ratio scoots his chair backwards slightly and positions the blonde so he can no longer feel the hardness at his back. That's all he does, though. He keeps Aventurine stable on his lap with a hand around his hip, but otherwise he keeps his attention on the card game.

Aventurine, ever the opportunist, takes every moment to bug the doctor. First, he pushes his lips to the collar of the white shirt, leaving an obvious lipstick mark that he knows people will notice. After every hand he either congratulates the doctor with a nuzzle and a giggly, "Good job, doctor!" or he runs a hand over Ratio's voluminous pecs with a hum and an adorable exaggerated pout.

Lastly, he twitches his ears every few moments, flicking them against Ratio's cheeks every time the doctor leans forward.

Eventually, Veritas has enough. He grabs the bunnyboy by the ears and glares down at him. Aventurine doesn't expect the movement, and the tugging feeling sends a shock of heat through his body.

"Mmmh~"

The table goes silent. Aventurine turns bright pink and Veritas' eyes go wide. He lets go of the ears immediately, but otherwise he doesn't move. There's a moment of both men staring at each other.

Then, the dealer clears his throat. "Will you be playing another round, Doctor Ratio?" He tries not to look at the bunny on the doctor's lap, but Aventurine puffs out his chest and wriggles in the doctor's hold.

"No." The scholar growls. "I will not. Please put the winnings on my room. I will not be returning tonight." Then, he stands and makes his way into the elevators.

With Aventurine stuck in a princess-carry, in his arms.

The gambler is bright pink as his ears flop with every step his boyfriend takes. The doctor doesn't let him go until elevator doors close behind them. Even then, he doesn't let the gambler go. He adjusts his hold slightly, making sure Aventurine won't fall as he begins to squirm.

"Hey, Ratio-"

"Silence." Ratio growls. "You've had more than enough time to bother me." For a moment, Aventurine thinks the doctor is actually annoyed. He panics, just before he notices the heavier-than-usual breaths and blown pupils that Ratio is trying so hard to hide.

"Oh." He breathes, and Ratio glares down at him, shifting in uncomfortably right pants. "Quiet."

He doesn't dare move, he just waits until Ratio gets to his hotel room. Ratio doesn't even flinch, he just throws the gambler over his left shoulder and reaches for the key card in his right pocket. The door is kicked open and locked behind him, and only then is Aventurine thrown down on the expensive hotel bed.

He squirms as his chest is pushed into the bed, and his tail twitches in excitement. The gambler wiggles his hips as he looks back, grinning as he watches Veritas undress. He only gets to see a sliver of thick, tan abs before the scholar corrects his behavior.

A heavy slap on his ass pries a squeal from him. That same hand rests on his spine, thick fingers reaching to touch his scapulas. "Sit still." Aventurine knows that growl all too well, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

It means he's not crawling out of this bed for the rest of the night.

The hand on his back travels down to his hips, reeling back to give him another hearty slap. Aventurine bites his lip to hold back a whine, but that just causes Ratio to hit him again, and he moans.

The doctor runs a hand down the gambler's thighs, groping at the skin under the pantyhose. Aventurine can feel the breath on his hips, then on his thighs, then on his ass.

He nearly shrieks when there's a tug, then a rip, and finally, a tongue directly over his pussy. Ratio holds the gambler as he licks into the wetness. "V-Veritas, you can't just- ah~" He moans. He can feel when the tip of his tongue slicks his clit, and he can feel where Veritas presses at the cotton tail into him.

He goes boneless when two fingers slip into him, curling just right and massaging his spot. "Oh, right there, doctor!" The gambler moans into the sheets. He can feel a thumb rolling his clit in small circles, and the tongue on his pussy laps at his perineum. The pleasure comes in waves, pulsing at his body until he feels his legs begin to shake.

"I'm close!" He whines as his hands fists into the sheets. "I'm so close, just a little more! I- Wait, no, fuck! Ratio!" He yowls as the fingers and tongue pull away just before he falls off the edge.

Veritas hums as he stands, wiping his hand on the sheets. He pushes the leotard back into place and ignores the ripped tights as he fixes his own tie. "Thank you for the drink." He wipes his chin with the back of his hand, then makes his way out of the bedroom to the suite kitchenette. "I'll take a whiskey, if you would."

Aventurine stares with wide eyes as the doctor leaves the room to sit on the recliner in the main room. It takes him a moment to compose himself, then he stands and glares at his cruel lover. Veritas just summons his codex and chalk, writing down equations in the air as he waits.

The blonde scowls as he walks to the kitchenette. He finds the bottle of whiskey easily, unscrewing it and taking a swig before marching over to the doctor. He grabs the doctor's codex from his hands and throws it over his shoulder, doing the same to the light chalk.

The doctor sighs tiredly, leaning his head on his now-open palm. His elbow rests on the armrest and he looks bored as Aventurine climbs into his lap. "What are you doing, gambler?" His eyes and voice betray the scholar, both too excited as his erection is pulled out of his slacks.

The bunny is no different, ears standing straight up as he slides forward. "Having a carrot." He gripes. "If you're not going to be of any help, I'll do it myself." He scoots forward, ignoring the way his clit throbs as he pulls at his tail.

The plug comes out with a small pop. Veritas blinks, finally giving his lover some attention. It's too little too late, and Aventurine pulls the leotard to the side just enough to sink down on him.

Anal is nothing new to him, but even with hours of prep and a toy in his hole, Veritas' size still overwhelms him.

His ears flop down limply. "Vasha..." He hears his lover groan. The gambler notices the way two hands find and squeeze his hips, but he does nothing to acknowledge them. He just begins to ride.

His hips lift up until he can just barely feel the head in his hole, then he lets himself slide back down so quickly it nearly knocks the breath from him. He takes Ratio's pleasure like that, bunny ears flopping behind his head and leather-clad knees squeaking against the chair.

It's not the right hole for him to get off, but the view of Veritas' face pinching in pleasure as he groans is more than enough for the moment. He finds a particularly punishing rhythm quickly and makes sure to squeeze every time he slams down.

He can feel when Ratio's close. His hips jump up just slightly and his cock twitches, and just before he cums, his head tilts back-

And thats when Aventurine pulls off completely, grinning wickedly as Ratio's orgasm is ruined. The chair's arms creak as the doctor grips them tightly and his cock spills white onto his nice dress pants.

The doctor's barely stopped cumming when he opens his eyes to glare at the gambler. Aventurine hops off, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. "Now, that makes us even. Now we can just- Hey, why are you... Wait! Ratio! Veritas- Oh, Veritas!"

Aventurine seems to lose his words when he's pushed into the plush carpet and rammed into. Ratio grabs him by the ears and tugs, chuckling darkly as the bunny boy mewls. "If you insist on behaving like an animal..."

He pushes into Aventurine's sopping cunt with a soft groan, his own cum helping him slide in.

"Then allow me to treat you like one."

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"Wanna bet?" Aventurine grins.

Ratio and Sugilite whip around to stare at him, while Topaz just stands. "I'm out!" She takes her champagne glass and a bottle of prosecco and leaves, Numby trotting behind her. He waves at her, but never stops looking at the chip he twirls in his hand.

"There is no way he's letting me in your bed, nor is there any way he's gonna let himself be cucked!" Sugilite laughs, more than a little hopeful and more than a lot drunk. It doesn't fool anyone, not with the way he raises his own flute to his lips and looks expectantly at Ratio.

The good doctor is just looking at his lover, raising a brow in a silent conversation.

'Him?'

'Why not him?' A golden smirk.

'Kakavasha.' Purple brows furrow.

'Veritas.' A shrug of white fur.

The doctor takes a swig of his own champagne, then he reaches across and grabs his spouse's and downs that too. "Fine." He sighs. "Make a group chat, and explain the rules of engagement. If you'll excuse me." With that, Ratio stands and hands off to the bar.

Aventurine turns to Sugilite. "So, what day are you free?"

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Two weeks later, all three men have taken their places in a luxury hotel room.

Ratio sits in a chair wearing nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe, Sugilite stands next to the bed wearing nothing but black boxers, and Aventurine sits in the center of the bed, holding a silk robe together with a manicured hand.

"We're all clear on the rules?" He tilts his head while Sugilite rolls his eyes. "For the millionth time, yes! No direct kissing, no marks, and no yapping about this to anyone." He crosses his arms.

"And when you're done?" Ratio presses. "I switch places with you and you have your turn with him."

For a moment, Ratio looks offended for Aventurine. "He is not a cheap commodity, I will not use him-" "No," Aventurine interrupts with a smirk. "You're going to show him how it's done." The gambler slides forward, letting the silk robe fall off his shoulders as he wraps his arms around the Stoneheart's neck.

He leans forward, wiggling his hips as he winks at his husband. "Just sit back and relax, love."

Ever the jealous bastard, Sugilite pushes the rest of silk down Aventurine's body to expose what's under it.

Both doctor and Stoneheart twitch in their clothing as they watch, inch by inch, as the black negligee is revealed. The dark lace bralette contrasts his skin beautifully, winding around his body and just barely covering the succulent A cups that lie underneath.

The panties were no better, lace on the sides and a strip of cloth barely an inch across to cover his slit.

It took everything in Ratio not to call the night off and have Aventurine to himself. But he behaves. If for no other reason than enjoying what he knows will make Sugilite regret this night for years to come.

Aventurine tilts his head back as he feels a tongue lap down his neck. The hands on his hips are too cold to be his husband's, but he enjoys them nonetheless. There's a mouth suckling at his nipples, cloth pushed out of the way in favor of getting to the perky buds.

He sighs into the air, grasping at the sheets. Sugilite rids himself of his boxers without moving from Aventurine's chest, looking Ratio in the eyes for a few moments as he sucks particularly noisily. Ratio takes a glance down, giving to reaction to the average penis Sugilite silently boasts about.

Ratio rolls his eyes and crosses one of his legs, but he never takes his eyes off his husband. Aventurine groans as a middle and ring finger are messily shoved into his cunt. He humps into the sensation, but Sugilites' pace is messy and rushed as he scissors the gambler open.

Aventurine whines, grabbing the sheets as his chest is abused and his hole is stretched. Ratio can see from here it's giving the blonde pleasure, but he knows he could do so much more. He watches as Sugilite moves the hand from Aventurine's pussy to a bottle of lube on the table.

He generously squirts a glob onto the gamblers' labia, and Ratio silently gives Sugilite a single point for making sure his partner is sufficiently prepared.

It's then immediately taken away when Sugilite shoves in, grunting as his hips meet Aventurine's with a slap. "Fuck!" He growls.

Ratio watches as the Stoneheart fucks messily. His hands move from Aventurine's hips, to his thighs, to his hands. He can't seem to get a good grip, and much like his pace, he messily moves the best he can.

It's a jackhammer pace that's set. Ratio can tell that Aventurine is needy just by the way the gambler writhes.

His hands fist in the sheets too tight, his feet aren't tense, his eyes are blinking as normal.

Sugilite seems to have no problem with the faked moans, though. He instead moves the pair, sliding out just long enough to make eye contact with Ratio.

"Doesn't he look good like this?" Sugilite goads. "He's getting ruined by someone else, and you look so jealous that I'm in your place- fuck you're tight!" It takes every fibre of his being not to smirk when Aventurine looks back to give his husband a wink.

Aventurine, ever the performance artist, gives Sugilite a run for his money. He moans and whines and begs, but even through the occasional fake whine, the doctor can hear when Sugilite does something right.

Aventurine sounds surprised when Sugilite presses a hand down to his clit. His back arches as he wails, and Sugilite groans as his hips slam in one last time. Ratio can see how needy his gambler is, grasping at the sheets and gasping softly.

Sugilite leans over the blonde, growling while his hips do their best to pump out whatever he can.

Ratio stands silently the moment Sugilite pulls out. He fixes his robe as he makes his way to the bed, and Aventurine bites his lip as he watches.

Sugilite moves to lean back against the headboard. He rests back, putting his hands behind his legs and looking on with a smug smirk.

Ratio ignores him. "How are you, love?" He leans down to pull Aventurine into a gentle kiss. He runs his hands gently down soft skin, stopping only to rub a finger over Aventurine's hole. The gambler nods. "I'm fine."

He leans in for another kiss, and Sugilite fakes a heave. "How romantic." Aventurine pulls away, glaring at Sugilite before looking at his husband. "Do it."

There's another silent conversation, one that ends in one last slow, gentle kiss, then Ratio shrugs his robe off. His erection strains into the air, but it's left ignored for the time being.

Sugilites' eyes widen and Aventurine bites his lip. The doctor holds the lithe hips down as he pushes two fingers into his slick hole. "You had no right to finish inside him." Ratio gives Sugilite a side-eye. Sugilite finally recovers, shrugging. "You didn't say I couldn't."

"This is true." The doctor admits as he turns his eyes back to his husband. Aventurine is writhing under him as he scoops Sugilites' remnants out of him.

When it's all out, Ratio leans forward. He pushes a second finger into Aventurine as he wraps his lips around Aventurine's nipples. The gambler responds with a pretty mewl, grabbing Ratio's shoulders as his hips buck up.

The scholar's fingers slide in and out in a steady rhythm, working on scissoring him open. When he's satisfied with how open the gambler is, he focuses less on the preparation and more on making Aventurine moan.

He can tell Sugilite is watching him. He can tell Aventurine knows too, but neither of them acknowledge it.

Instead, Ratio makes sure Aventurine's focus is on him. He curls his fingers up, and on his third curl, he presses a spot that makes his husband gasp. The gambler arches his back and rocks his hips up, and Sugilite huffs. "You didn't sound like this for me!"

Aventurine nods. "Muh- oh!" Ratio stabs up into that spot more. He circles his thumb over the gamblers clit, and Aventurine wails. "Don't think about him." Ratio pulls off his nipple just to switch over, glowering at his husband.

The blonde whimpers. "Veritas, just do it already!" He struggles to push the doctor off, but when he manages, Ratio pulls his hand back. Then he brings it down on Aventurine's ass, and the gambler yelps.

He grabs his husband by his hips, turning him onto his stomach. Sugilite leans forward. "There's no way you fit all the way in." He snickers. Ratio just chuckles darkly. He moves his lover to face Sugilite, head buried in the sheets and ass in the air. Veritas licks a heavy stripe over Aventurine's slit, then he leans over Aventurine's back.

"Ready?" He bites the blonde's ear.

Aventurine nods, swaying his hips against the heat on his ass.

Ratio pulls away to sit up, grabbing his arousal and lining it up to sink in.

When the head pops in, Aventurine sighs in pleasure. His eyes flutter shut and he grabs onto the sheets. Then Ratio slides the rest in, and both Aventurine and Sugilite breathe out loudly.

At first, Ratio goes slow. He focuses on deep, heavy thrusts, and he relishes the way Aventurine groans. "Ooh, doctor~" Aventurine glances at Sugilite as he moans.

Ratio detests the challenge, and he turns slow thrusts into quick fucks. Aventurine's body goes tense and his moans turn into wails. The gambler grabs onto the sheets as he's pounded, and Sugilite brings a hand to his own dick to stroke it.

Neither the scholar nor the gambler pay any attention to it. Instead, Ratio brings a hand up to circle Aventurine's clit as he pushes in harder. The pressure does him in, and Aventurine's eyes roll back as he wails. The blonde cums within moments, pent up from an edging and a thorough fucking.

The gushing wetness pushes Ratio over the edges as well. Even with how deep he is, head tapping at Aventurine's cervix, cum still flows out of the blonde's stuffed hole.

Ratio slides out with a hiss, laying Aventurine onto the bed on his front. He gives the gambler one last kiss before he slides one of the hotel room sheets over him.

"Wow, he took that like a champ." Sugilite grins. In front of him is a mess of his own making, and Ratio nearly recoils at the thought of it. "I nearly want another round."

Ratio opens his mouth to speak, but Aventurine does it for him. The gambler stands up, wrapping the sheets around his shoulders and leaning into Veritas' chest.

"Why would I go for a roll of quarters..." The gambler sinks to his knees and lets the sheet pool around his hips, palming the scholar's cock and giving the tip a kiss. "When I can have white gold whenever I want?"

He smirks at his now-embarrassed coworker, then he focuses back on Ratio's dick, licking it clean and suckling on the head.

Sugilite grumbles and slams the door as he leaves, but Aventurine just winks around his mouthful, and neither of them think of Sugilite for the rest of the night.

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"You look comfortable." Aventurine sheds his shirt and pants, throwing them in the hamper. Ratio hums affirmative from the bath, where the water is the perfect temperature, the bubbles are scented like vanilla, and his book is adequately stimulating. His long, silver streaked hair is in a messy bun, and his beard has a few stray bubbles latched on.

Aventurine gives him a kiss as he passes, removing what's left of his clothes before heading into the shower. He turns on the water and slides under it, and Ratio watches as his boyfriend runs his hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. "How was work today?"

Veritas shuts his book and sets it to the side, attention elsewhere. "It was fine." He leans back, eyeing the way Aventurine lathers his hair and uses the pink body scrub while his hair soaks. "There were a few interesting points made during the student's yearly debate, and we'll be reopening the issue next Tuesday." He leans back and watches as Aventurine bends over to scrub his legs.

The scholar shifts and attempts to keep his mind on the conversation, but then Aventurine leans back and rinses his hair, and the shampoo runs down his body in ways that make heat rush up the doctor's spine. His eyes rove over the healthy fat that his boyfriend's put onto his chest and ass, and he can't help the way his thoughts turn filthy.

The glass shower walls fog with steam, but Ratio can still see the silhouette in the glass. His cock fills out as he sees two hands press into the middle of the glass, then a pair of pale buttcheeks pressing next to them. He silently rationalizes that he needs to rinse off after his bath anyway, so he leans forward and pulls the drain plug from the tub.

Once the tub begins to drain, Ratio steps from the tub. He doesn't bother with a towel, nor does he waste breath announcing his entrance into the shower. He steps behind his young boyfriend, who's currently rinsing his hair of conditioner. His hands slide onto the gamblers hips.

Aventurine chuckles as he's pulled back to his boyfriend's chest. "I was wondering when you'd join me." He turns around and wraps his arms around Ratio's neck. The older doctor leans down for a kiss that makes Aventurine moan. He's gentle as he runs his hands down to Aventurine's ass, grabbing at the soft flesh and pulling their hips together.

Aventurine's erection brushes against his own and both men groan as the kiss breaks. Ratio takes both of them in hand, sliding his palm over their aching cocks. "Doc-" Aventurine whimpers. "I won't be penetrating you here." Veritas reassures him. "I will take advantage of the situation, however."

He slides his hand up and down, slow but firm as he leans down for a kiss. Ratio muffles the desperate moans with his own and he relishes the way Aventurine's hips hump closer and his arms grab onto his older boyfriend's shoulders. "Yes, do it. Take- faster, take advantage of me." The blonde breaks the kiss as his cock twitches, and when he looks down, it does him in.

Aventurine moans low and loud, head tilting back as he spurts onto Ratio's hand. The doctor groans at the sight and he follows, pumping them both slow and tight through their orgasms.

When the high is over and Aventurine slinks back into the water to rinse himself off, Ratio watches him. He watches as his young, lithe boyfriend arches his back and leans forward just a bit, and how Aventurine turns his head to give the older man a flirty, filthy wink.

Ratio leans forward and shuts the water off, grabbing their towels from the drying rack and putting one on Aventurine's head. "Ack- hey!" He squeals as he's picked up. "Aren't old men supposed to be weak and fragile?" He playfully punches at Ratio's back until he's thrown on the bed.

"I may be old, but I am far from indolent." He leans over his boyfriend, who gasps as the older man pulls his legs apart and kneels between them. "Allow me to show you just how weak and fragile I really am."

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Hi all!

Because Day 23 is part of the Umamusume AU (and also the fic is a whole story), I've put it in the Uma collection, in a separate fic.

The name of the fic is "Breeding Season" under the Uma AU collection. I hope you enjoy!

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"Wanna eat a Snapbang and see how long we can keep our hands off each other?"

"No."

Aventurine pouts as he walks into the scholar's home office. "You're no fun." He slouches over his boyfriend, groaning exaggeratedly as he throws his arms over the broad shoulders and grabs the chalk from the scholar. "What are you doing?" Ratio takes his chalk back and turns his chair around. His glare is half-hearted at best, so Aventurine keeps pressing.

He takes the bar from his sweatpants pocket, waving it gently between them. "I'm bored, and I'm curious." He slips into the doctor's lap with practiced ease, snickering when Ratio holds him steady by his thighs. "Admit it, you have limited experience when it comes to aphrodisiacs, and we both know you're stubborn as hell."

Aventurine tears open the candy bar, snapping it in half and holding Ratio's piece out. "I bet," he smirks. "You won't last an hour without caving in."

Ratio takes his piece gently. "And if I do?" He grabs his phone and sets an alarm for an hour and ten minutes. Aventurine whistles, impressed. "If you last that long, I'll let you do anal."

Ratio throws the chocolate into his mouth before Aventurine can say, "Deal."

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Around ten minutes after, Aventurine sits in Ratio's living room, trying (and failing) to keep his mind off the fire in his lap. His nipples rub against his sweatshirt and his cunt is throbbing. He knows his panties are damp with slick but he clicks onto another mindless video and hopes Ratio caves soon.

His head perks up when the home office door opens suddenly, standing and grinning as he watches Ratio scowl at him. The doctor has his phone in hand and the alarm app pulled up. He walks to the fridge, pulling out a flavored water bottle and taking a generous gulp.

"How are you holding up, doc?" Aventurine leans over the couch. Ratio sighs, taking another sip. "Aside from the warmth and pressure, I'm doing just fine."

Aventurine pointedly looks at the doctor's tented pants, and Ratio just makes his way back to his study.

--__--

Thirty minutes in, Aventurine needs to change. He's soaked through his sweatpants and his mind is focused on one thing: Getting Ratio to break.

He finds his strappiest lingerie and slips it on, shivering when the cold leather makes contact with his chest and the satin panties slide against his pussy. The harness looks delicious, the thigh-highs make his legs look ten feet taller, and the subtle eyeliner and eyeshadow he's dusted on add a perfect touch.

He pulls on his robe and makes the short, torturous walk to the study.

"Ratio?" He pokes his head in. It takes everything in him not to giggle when the scholar's head whips up, cheeks flushed and eyes blown. "Yes?"

The gambler bats his eyes innocently as he slides a leg into the room. Ratio's eyes widen scandalously. "Don't you dare." He pleads. "Don't what?" Aventurine slips into the room. "I'm just showing off one of my favorite outfits." He saunters to and around the desk, moving a few papers out of the way before he sits right where Ratio was studying his papers.

"You are playing unfairly." "Not true!" The blonde counters. "The deal was, if you cave in, you don't get your reward. We never specified what happened if I, I don't know, decided to make myself squirt on your pretty mahogany desk. It's dealer's choice on that one, I'm afraid."

He watches the doctor go through every emotion possible before he finally lands on resigned anger. Aventurine smirks down at his boyfriend. "Maybe next time." He shrugs.

The gambler's hands move straight to his panties, sliding them to the side. Ratio grips his armrests, eyes focused on where Aventurine slides two fingers against his clit. "Mmmh, it's so sensitive." The gambler narrates. "Just one touch makes me... Ooohh~" His moan is only slightly exaggerated when he slides a finger into his hole.

Ratio clears his throat, sitting straight and looking at his phone. He stares at it for longer than normal, and it takes a few moments for Aventurine to realize he's trying to distract himself.

He takes his hand from his hole and pushes his foot gently into the tent in Ratio's pants, and the taller man curls over himself. "You have your beautiful boyfriend sitting on your desk, spread out and willing to be taken, and your phone is more important?" He pouts. Ratio grabs his foot with a shaky hand. "This is... Aah- unfair play!"

Aventurine flexes his toes over the tip of the damp tent. "You're right." He pulls his leg away with a huff and spreads his legs again. "Touching you is cheating. So just focus on me touching myself instead." Three fingers slide into himself once more, and when he curls them up-

"Ooh, oh!" His moans is cut short when his hand is pulled from his hole. He's pushed to the desk before he realizes what's happened, and there's a rough, mind-blowing suction over his core.

Every nerve in his pussy lights up as he feels a tongue slide through his lips, lapping at his hole and curling up to steal every drop. Both hands go weaving through purple hair to hold the doctor still as he grinds up, and Ratio keeps as still as possible as he licks and suckles every drop. His orgasm hits him like a crashing wave, and he moans loudly as he's pushed through it.

His chest heaves when Veritas pulls off, chin dripping and lips connected to lips by strings of slick.

"I win." The gambler pants.

"Who said?" Ratio stands, not bothering to wipe his lips. He turns his phone to face Aventurine. "I have twenty minutes." "But you-" Aventurine stammers, and the scholar looks all too pleased as he kneels back between his boyfriend's legs. "It's as you said, dear gambler."

Aventurine shivers, then moans helplessly when air hits his suddenly-spread core.

"We never specified the conditions." He grins, sounding faux-contrite. "It's dealer's choice, I'm afraid."

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"What...?"

Ratio looks between the two men in front of him. "What are you doing?"

To the pitcher's credit, he clues in fairly quickly. "Why have you cloned yourself? Also, I'm sure we've discussed the importance of not giving me anxiety pre-game." He glares at his husband, who's currently wearing a crop-top and mini-skirt cheerleader outfit in Veritas' team colors

Vasha reaches over and takes the pompom from his clone, and it disappears with a shimmer. "See? Nothing to worry about." He tosses it back, and his twin catches it in the air.

It's not Ratio's fault that the gambler is wearing a skirt when he appears.

Nor is it his fault that the skirt flips up, and he can see the white lace panties that cover his husband's mound.

The gambler notices his wide eyes. He leans forward with a grin. "Oh? Notice something, doc?" Both clones lean back and pull up their skirts, and Veritas can see now that not only are they wearing the same panties, but the panties are thin, skimpy thongs.

Immediately, his face turns to face the clock. He has twenty minutes.

"Fine." He growls. "Over the bench, both of you."

--__--

"Veritaaas~"
"Deeper, yes!"

Now he kneels on the floor, his hips rocking forward into the hips fucking backwards. One hand keeps himself from falling forward, and the other is three fingers deep into the blonde beside the one he's fucking. They're both moaning so loudly there's no way they haven't been noticed, but Veritas can't find it in himself to care.

The only thing he really cares about is the time. He's got twelve minutes until he needs to be at the game, so he does his best to hurry. He slides the hand not currently soaked in slick under the Vasha he's fucking. It takes him 27 seconds, and then he finds it. He circles the engorged clit in fast, tight circles and he pulls out of the Vasha he's fingering just for a moment.

He ignores the wail of the gambler he's edged to push the blonde he's fucking into the bench. "That's it, good boy." He growls. The blonde's eyes roll back with a screech as he tightens around the doctor's cock. "Fuck, 'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Veritas feels himself getting close as he fucks through Vasha's orgasm, and he grabs the bench as he pushes in once, twice-

And the blonde under him is gone. He hisses as his head whips to the side.

The original Vasha watches him, eyes playful as he shrugs. "You take mine, I take yours."

In a flash, Veritas has pressed him against the lockers. He grabs the gamblers' left thighs with a huff. "I see. Then allow me to return what I've taken." He slides the blonde's ankle over his shoulder, and Vasha squeals as he grabs onto the lockers and tries to stand on one foot.

It doesn't matter, not when Veritas is making the most of the last eight minutes he has. He's ruthless, brutal in his thrusts. "Fuck, that's it." He chuckles, dark and desperate. "I forgot how tight you get when I spread you open like this."

Vasha turns his head away as his cheeks turn pink, but Veritas grabs his chin and forces his gaze back on him. "You watch me!" He groans as the gambler squeezes around him. "You wanted my attention and now you have it. Wearing this slutty," he slams in hard every word after. "Fucking, outfit!"

His pace picks back up and Kakavasha wails. "Veritas hurry!" He sobs. "So close, I'm so close!" The pitcher runs his thumbs over the blonde's clit, and before he can even make a full circle of it, Kakavasha is howling his orgasm.

He soaks the pitcher's pants as he squirts, head rolled back as Veritas shoves in to dump his own cum in. "Fuck!" Veritas grabs Vasha's head in and pulls him into a nasty, messy kiss. He doesn't waste time, and when his orgasm is over, he slides out.

He's careful as he sets Vasha onto a bench, but that's all he does for the gambler. Instead he pulls off his pants, sliding on an extra pair and fixing his cap in the mirror.

"Thanks for the pep talk." He grins as he kisses his husband one last time. "Be sure to be in the car when the game is done, I'm not done with you or your twin." Vasha blushes and nods, stunned.

Then Veritas leaves, and he smirks at his teammates under his cap as he walks out.

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He can feel his boyfriend's eyes on him. He knows without even looking in the mirror. "Do you plan on continuing to stare, or are you going to help me prepare for the game?" He packs his pair of cleats, zipping shut his last duffle bag. "We need to leave in a half hour."

Kakavasha whines from the side of the bed, still clad in the black and gold pajamas he wore to bed the previous night. "I'm not staring, I'm selectively admiring!" He crosses his arms as he pouts.

Veritas turns around, shrugging the baseball jersey over his head and tucking it in. "I'm not sure that word means what you think it means, love." "I know what 'admiring' means!" Kakavasha squawks as Veritas fastens his belt buckle.

The scholar shuts his eyes, willing away the coming headache. "Are you leaving with me or not?"

He opens his eyes, and before he realizes Vasha is no longer on the bed, his belt buckle jingles.

"No." He doesn't look down. If he looks down, he's going to fold, and he needs to leave in the next twenty-seven minutes, or he'll be late to his game.

"Absolutely not." He growls as his belt buckle is undone. He makes no move to stop it, though, and now he can feel the way Kakavasha is mouthing at the head of his quickly-hardening cock.

He says nothing when deft hands and warm fingers pull down on his pants and underwear, but he does groan when Kakavasha slips the gentle steps and slides Veritas all the way to the back of his mouth. "Just... Hurry. You have twenty-five minutes." He sighs as Kakavasha pulls off for just a moment. "I only need fifteen." The blonde smirks.

Veritas knows from experience that it's true. It's not that he's inexperienced or lacking in stamina.

It's just that Kakavasha knows just how well he likes gentle pressure on his balls and long, hard sucks to his head. He can't help the way his hips thrust forward when his boyfriend takes him to the base, slipping the thick head down his throat and moaning as drool slips out of the corner of his mouth.

Veritas can do nothing but gasp and moan as Kakavasha repeats the actions, squeezing his balls, suckling his head, then taking him as far as he can, before he finds himself slamming into an orgasm. He chokes on the words, "Cuh- fuck, Vahh-" He groans and his eyes flutter shut.

Kakavasha moans, pulling the throbbing cock from his mouth until only the head is left. He moans and sucks as hard as he can around the fat tip, then he uses his hands to pump the rest of the shaft.

The view pushes Ratio over the edge, grabbing the wall next to him as his knees buckle. Kakavasha swallows as best as he can, moaning softly as a few droplets make its way out of the corners of his mouth.

When he pulls away, Veritas watches as he lets the last stray ropes fall onto the gamblers' outstretched tongue. "Damned gambler..." He growls. "I have to leave in three minutes."

Aventurine swallows what's on his tongue, then he pulls Ratio's pants up and buckles his belt. "I guess you better hurry then." He stands, leaving his pants on the ground as he gives Veritas a full view of his own leaking erection.

"Do me a favor?" He gives Veritas a kiss. "When you see me after the game, don't bother wasting time kissing me, just take me to the car and fuck me." He walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning the shower on.

It takes Veritas forty-seven seconds to send a text to the team manager that he's on his way, and the entire drive there he plans exactly how he's going to repay his gambler in kind.

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"Ah." Aventurine looks down at his chest, frowning as he sees the spots on his pajama shirt. "But I just pumped..." He whines.

Sulking, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen, quietly finding the milk pump and bottles. He rushes back to the bedroom before his husband comes back from his nightly soak. He takes off his pajamas and slides the Uma's biggest shirt on before he gets into bed.

He holds the hem up with his teeth and pushes the pumps over his breasts, and he doesn't quite feel how full he was until the machine starts working. Immediately his head tilts back as he relaxes. "That's the stuff..." He groans.

The door to the bathroom opens and Veritas comes out. His tail has the subtle shine of oil and his ears flick off any stray droplets. "I thought you had pumped already." The racer sits on the bed as he runs his towel over his hair. He watches as his husband opens his eyes tiredly.

"I did. But your children are ravenous little bastards." He chuckles, and Ratio flicks his tail in playful indignation. "They're your children too, Vasha." He lays his head in his husband's lap, and the blonde runs his hands through his hair. "That they are." He chuckles.

Vasha feels a palm at his thighs. He looks down at his runner, and Veritas has the decency to look embarrassed. "You can't be serious." Kakavasha laughs. "I'm in a loose shirt and shorts, I'm exhausted, and I've got a pump stuck on my chest. I look like a mess."

"You look like the mother of my children." Veritas corrects. He sits up, and his tail swishes slowly behind him. "You look like my husband." He kisses Aventurine's cheek. "You look like the man who has gotten me so far through my career." Another kiss is placed on his lips.

Kakavasha kisses back, and Veritas moves his hands up to Vasha's shirt. Though slow kisses, his shirt is pulled off and the pumps are pulled off. Kisses are trailed down the gambler's neck to his chest, and the moment he wraps his lips around Kakavasha's leaking nipples, his ears fold down and he moans.

Kakavasha wraps his arms around his husband's head. "You're not, ah, you're not helping." He moans. Veritas just suckles harder, and his fingers rove down to Vasha's shorts. "Mmph- I can't tonight." He pulls Veritas away, and the Uma looks up at him. "I'm exhausted."

Veritas licks the milk from his lips. "I understand." He runs a thumb over Vasha's nipple. "I'm able to take care of myself, if you'll allow me to continue." "No need." Kakavasha smiles. "Take what you need, and I'll worry about the rest." He moves the towel covering his husband's lap.

His fingertips trace up and down the thickening dick and Ratio groans. Vasha leans forward to let the racer suckle, and both Veritas' tail and his cock twitch. "Good boy." He coos.

Veritas' arousal throbs in his hands, and he runs his palm over the pearl of precum that beads at the tip. It slicks the slide down and makes Veritas' hips jump. "It's shocking how much you love to drink from me. Greedy." He mocks, and Veritas' ears fold back, but he suckles harder. His hands run up Vasha's waist to pull him closer.

Vasha tightens his fist and goes a little faster. "Degradation is our choice tonight? Fine, you greedy bastard." He growls. Veritas just whimpers.

"I'm not even letting you inside and you're so desperate you'll fuck my hand? Go on then." He stops his hand halfway down the dripping cock, and Veritas immediately begins humping up into it.

Unfortunately, his milk dries up from that teat soon after, and Ratio pops off with a gasping groan. Kakavasha is quick to adjust, settling himself so that Veritas doesn't have to move, he just needs to keep fucking his weeping, throbbing cock through his husband's tight fist.

Vasha meets the thrusts as they come, and he's empty of milk when Veritas pops off again. "I'm close, Vasha. I- gah, that's it, don't stop." Milk drips from the corners of his mouth as his eyes roll back. Vasha tightens his fist and presses his thumb into the tip, and it's over.

Veritas' hips push up and his ears fold back, and he cums with a growl. "Vasha~" He pants as he spurts. He makes a mess off the sheets, of his stomach, of Vasha's hand and wrist. He gropes at his husband's thighs as he comes down from the high.

Kakavasha just looks down, setting Veritas' still-hard dick down gently as he leans over. He kisses the Uma softly. "I seem to have found a bit of energy." He grins. "And I need someone to get all those hard to reach spots when we're in the show- Oh!"

Veritas just makes his way to the bathroom, kicking the door shut as he carries his lover.

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"Vasha- Vasha, please." He begs. "I can't."

"You can." Aventurine grins where he sits on the desk chair, grinning across the desk at his lover.

He's dressed in his Stoneheart Uniform, sans his hat. In one hand, he holds a remote, and in his other, his own dick. "You decided that you were going to eat all seven pieces of my sushi." He shrugs. "That's fine. But for every piece of sushi, I'm getting my comeuppance." He turns the vibrator up, and Veritas writhes in his restraints.

He tries to kick himself up, but he's tied to the Sybian he's sitting on. His legs are tied to the machine, and his arms are snug where they're tied behind his back. He tries to shake off the blindfold, but it doesn't budge.

"If I were a lesser man, I'd be tempted to give in." He ups the speed of the toy stuffed in Ratios tight ass, and the taller man wails. "I'd be tempted to tug on those pretty tits of yours and replace that toy with my dick." Aventurine grins as Veritas' panting picks up and his whines get louder, then he chuckles as he turns the sybian off.

"Damn it, gambler!" Veritas snarls. "That's enough!" He gasps and grinds down on the dildo, and Aventurine puts a stop to that immediately. He stands, not bothering to tuck himself away. The gambler leans down and grabs his lover by the chin. "Quit that." He snaps.

Veritas obeys, making a noise that he'll later deny is a whine. "You have two more to give me." The gambler lets his chin go. "Now sit still, or I'll add another." When he turns the sybian on again without letting Veritas' chin go, and the view he gets in return makes his cock throb.

Veritas' brows furrow as his mouth opens in a wail. "A-Ah!" He leans forward, and his cheek rubs against Aventurine's cock. "Oh?" The gambler grins. "Did you want this?"

Veritas turns his head to mouth at the arousal, sticking his tongue out when Aventurine slides the hand from Veritas' chin to his own cock. He taps the head on the scholar's tongue before he pushes in. The kneeling man moans through his mouthful as Aventurine pats the top of his head.

He moans as Veritas sucks him desperately. "That's a good boy. If you think-" a tongue over his slit makes him groan and his hips jump. "If you think this'll take an edge off, you're going to need to work a bit harder." He taps the remote down, slowing the thrusts of the sybian and the vibrations on Veritas' cocksheath.

The debauched scholar moans in agony as he begins to focus on the task in his mouth. "I'm gonna take this off." Aventurine taps at the blindfold Veritas is sporting, and at the approving moan, he slips it off and tosses it to the floor. Veritas blinks away the tears that have gathered as he looks up.

"This view!" Aventurine groans. "Aeons, doc, when you bat your pretty eyes up at me like that..." He slides his hips forward, and Veritas lets his jaw and throat go lax. "Good boy. Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you." He grins down as Veritas leans forward.

The gambler grins. "Oh, I think you know what I'm about to say. Better hurry, doc." He lets his hand rest on the crown of the scholar's skull. His other hand holds the remote, hitting a few buttons and watching as the sybian picks up its pace. Veritas moans pathetically around what's in his mouth as he leans forward to bury his nose in Aventurine's hips.

His eyes close and tears run down his cheeks, and Aventurine thinks that's the most erotic view he's ever seen. If he were kind he'd let Veritas cum right then, seeing as the good doctor is getting louder and breathing heavier and his body is tensing.

But he's not kind, so he waits another four seconds and then turns the entire thing off, grinning as he tugs Veritas' mouth off his cock. "Vasha-" He coughs through pleas. "Vasha, please, I can't take much more. I need it- I'm so sorry, I won't do it again, I promise please!" He squirms in his seat, desperate and broken, and Kakavasha sees that this game has come to an end.

He leans down to give his husband a kiss on the head. "You've done so well. So good for me. I'll let you cum, you've paid your dues." Veritas looks at up him with desperate eyes and struggles not to shake as he nods. "Thank yo-ummph~"

Kakavasha turns the sybian back on, watching as Veritas' eyes roll back. He taps his tip at Veritas' lips, and the scholar moans loudly as he leans forward to take in the dripping cock. "That's it." Kakavasha groans. "Warm me like this, that's perfect."

It doesn't take much until Veritas is writhing again. He's bouncing as much as he can on the sybian, and Vasha takes his dick from his husband's mouth. The scholar gasps and moans, back arching as his tits bounce and his cock twitches. "Can't- I can't- Vasha I'm cumming," He gasps and his abs tighten as he gets closer.

"Do it." Kakavasha fists his own dick, panting. "Fuck, you're so hot like this."

Veritas groans and sinks down onto the dildo, and he howls as his cum leaks in rivulets from the top of the cock sheath. His entire body shakes as he pants, chest heaving as his high gives way to overstimulation.

It's too much, and Kakavasha fists his dick faster. "Open your mouth." He begs and gasps as his cum streaks across his husband's tongue. Veritas huffs at the feeling, but he never pulls away, even as Vasha's orgasm fades away. The scholar just licks his lips and grinds back down onto the slowly-moving sybian.

His eyes open and he looks at Kakavasha, half coherent as he locks eyes with him. He swallows what's in his mouth, and Vasha's cock twitches. "You're gonna make me think you want another round." He chuckles.

Veritas leans back, putting himself on display. "Good."