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Typically, Ratio did not mind helping with various projects, preferring to work more in an advisory role depending on what it was, especially in terms of student projects. Of course, he also maintained a few project programmes for his students to work on and develop their skills further, needing to check their work somewhat regularly for mistakes, as well as to manage the integrity and stability of the projects.
For instance, within the labs of the university, he assisted with one project involving the testing and maintenance of a few experimental drugs. He’d trusted his students to do as he’d taught them and check it unsupervised, but as usual he planned to inspect it with no one else around.
Methodically checking various serums, inspecting vials, injecting and mixing them, he recorded his findings, and also checked his students’ collated data. This batch should include various stimulants, adjusting his glasses as he read the labelling, ensuring they were all stored correctly, all having different requirements, with some requiring ingestion to work, and others needing simple skin contact.
Looking at one vial, he hummed to himself in thought, noting the holder it had been stored in, with a label stuck to the rack holding it, recognising that as one he’d tested before and helped develop, a mild stimulant that increased cognitive function, while also showing some promise working for migraines, albeit in high concentrations to work, still finessing the dosage.
He supposed, as he often did, he should trial it again. Besides, he felt tired, and still had quite a lot he’d like to do, so he could test its efficacy and hopefully get the mild boost it provided all at once. As he had before, he used a syringe to decant some of it into a medicine dispensing cup, ensuring it to be the amount he knew to be safe. Drinking it in one shot, he paused at the taste, wondering if one of his students had experimented with this batch to give it a better, sweeter taste than usual.
Considering that, he picked up a pen and clipboard, writing down that observation and studying the notes he’d written so far. The sweet taste clung to his tongue, lingering on it as it coated the inside of his mouth, tasting it in the back of his throat.
Strange heat pooled through his body, eyes widening in confusion at the distinct feeling of arousal, unsure why he should feel aroused at all, his cock twitching in his underwear. Stunned, he felt a tremor shoot through his hand as he held the clipboard, the pen tumbling from his hand, watching in shock as it rolled away from him.
Dread struck him as his body warmed, cock starting to harden and press against his underwear, nipples poking through his shirt, skin sensitive as fabric brushed against him. And suddenly, he had the distinct feeling he’d not ingested what he’d intended to.
His students must have mixed up the vials- and when he found out who, he’d definitely fail them for that, as the results could be cataclysmic. Though his fingers shook and it took great effort to move, he managed to drop the clipboard onto the table with a clatter, the vials shaking from the movement, as he weakly reached out for the list of vials, trying to subdue his panic by going through them one by one and mentally checking his symptoms.
When he got a certain drug, he felt himself pale, swallowing thickly as the sheet fell from his fingers. An aphrodisiac. He’d just let himself take an aphrodisiac- and at a higher dose than recommended.
He knew the risks- not just the arousal, but it could damage his endocrine system, and his heart already felt too fast, as if it would burst, skin uncomfortably hot, not to mention the potential issue of remaining hard for hours. He had to do something- find something to combat it, something he could take, or call someone to help to a hospital and undergo the humiliation of it all there as they treated him.
Panicked, he felt the substance crawl through his veins, heated, molten arousal, inundating his system. Breathing quickly, heart rapid and pounding, he looked to and fro, trying in vain to find anything to help, knowing there wouldn’t be anything as his legs shook and he gasped, trying to clutch onto the table yet he couldn’t coordinate, knees failing as he dropped to the floor, collapsing in a heap.
It burned. Aching fire through his veins, itching from the inside out with the heat of it, curling into a defensive ball as he shook, hands clutching at himself as heat and arousal tormented him. His body temperature rising dangerously, he trembled, gasping as his body felt too heavy and his mind too clouded, laying uselessly on the floor. His cock, achingly hard, leaked obscenely into his underwear, undoubtedly creating an awfully large stain on the front of his pants.
His entire body felt painfully sensitive, even his own clothes rubbing against his skin enough to strike him with pangs of arousal, swallowing pathetic moans as his underwear pressed uncomfortably against his cock, nipples hard and rubbing against his shirt. He writhed in place, unsure what he could even do, as he doubted anyone would find him, and if they did, he’d be in either such a pitiful state, or the hormonal and thermodynamic chaos wracking him because of the aphrodisiac would damage him drastically.
He knew his phone had fallen from his pocket as he’d collapsed, having clattered to the floor, seeing it across from him, yet lacking the energy to reach for it. Instead, he stared at it, panicked and hazy, struggling to move without sending pangs of painful arousal through his body.
Shivering he lay there, wanting to reach for his phone, unable to think who he’d even want to come, too difficult to think of names or faces, struck only by horrible, intense heat, gasping to himself as he struggled to breathe, the taste clogging his nose and mouth, tickling the back of his throat, infiltrating his bloodstream.
He weakly reached out a shaking hand, fingers uselessly pressing on the screen, biting back a whine as every movement stimulated him, clothes shifting and dragging against his overly sensitive body, feeling as if he’d come without needing any touch at all.
With a few fumbling attempts, pausing to squirm, writhe and breath heavily, he managed to unlock it, instinctively seeking out one name, his fingers sluggish and useless as he tried to type out a message, aware only after sending that he’d sent strings of incomprehensive letters and symbols, as well as a few seconds of a voice note that captured likely only his heavy breaths.
Curling in on himself, agonising waves of pleasure wracked him, groaning in the back of his throat as he shuddered, panting against the floor, whimpering when his hips bucked forward and accidentally pressed his cock against the surface, curling into himself further as he his cock leaked and soaked through his clothing. He felt too hot, too aching, head spinning and unaware of anything around him, instead too aware of every sensation, wishing he could just turn it all off as shivers wracked him and fabric rubbed uncomfortably against his body.
In the back of his stunned mind, he knew he might be in danger, and not just of severe embarrassment. He needed to cool his body down, unable to move enough to even think of taking his clothes off, let alone getting up to have a cold shower or get an ice pack. There had to be another medicine that could perform a neutralising effect, yet his scrambled mind couldn’t even tell what would help, forgetting everything other than pure need.
He lay there in an indefinite haze, gasping and mindlessly rutting against nothing, feeling as if he’d cry, so humiliating that he buried his face in his arms, trying to steady his erratic breathing.
As miserable and aching as he felt, he didn’t notice the rapid footsteps approaching until they drew closer, not even lifting his head to look, even that an unbearable effort. As a gloved hand cupped his cheeks, holding his face with the fabric cool against his skin, Ratio moaned, shuddering as precum soaked his underwear, weakly leaning his cheek into the palm of the hand against his skin, needing the touch.
‘Hey, Ratio- are you okay? Oh, doctor… look at you… what happened? Are you sick? Can you try and focus on me?’
Aventurine. He recognised his voice. Blinking tiredly at him, he tried to focus on Aventurine's face, looking into his eyes, somewhat uncomprehending, more focused on Aventurine's hand on his cheek. He tried to speak, opening his mouth as a heavy breath left him, struggling to gather his words.
‘Were you poisoned? What happened?’ Aventurine searched his expression, tone firm in a way that inspired the opposite of what Aventurine wanted, struggling to focus as heat seeped through his body.
‘Medicine,’ Ratio gasped out, hazy eyes settling on Aventurine, biting back a whine at the sight of his face so close, feeling another spurt of precum dampen his underwear. ‘Mixed up- vials were… were mixed…’
Aventurine's hand smoothed over his cheek, mercifully not reacting to the strangled moan Ratio made. ‘I’m here now, don’t worry. I’ll get you to a hospital fast, then you’ll-’
‘No… no- no hospital,’ Ratio struggled to get out, aware of the spike of panic in his voice as he tried to shake his head.
‘Now, now, I know what they say about doctors being the worst patients, but even you must understand-’
‘Aphrodisiac. It’s an- an aphrodisiac,’ Ratio murmured, face burning with shame and embarrassment as he said it, screwing his eyes shut as a shudder wracked him, lashes fluttering as he tried to look up at Aventurine.
Aventurine's stunned stare roamed over him, registering the shakes and shivers of Ratio's heated body with a new understanding, sending another painful pang of humiliation through him as Aventurine knew how desperately aroused he was.
‘I see… Well, that is certainly quite the problem, isn’t it? Are you sure I can’t convince you to seek medical help?’ At Ratio's weak, yet vehement shake of his head, Aventurine nodded to himself. ‘…Okay, I understand… oh you poor thing, it must be so embarrassing for you… but don’t worry, I’ll hold back and resist teasing you for this. I think you’ll find I’m excellent at keeping secrets, and I’d certainly never want to blackmail you so I won’t let this get out, I promise you that. Do you understand?’
Somewhat soothed, Ratio tried to nod, aware it looked more like a mere loll of his head, though Aventurine seemed to understand, fingers soothingly brushing through the sweaty strands of his hair.
‘I’ll do anything to help,’ Aventurine said, both hands on Ratio's cheeks, the fabric of the gloves cooling compared to his dangerously flushed skin. ‘Anything at all.’
He should have said anything- given Aventurine proper instructions. Anything to help his system equilibrium, a cold compress, an ice bath, anti-stimulants, a counteracting drug. To have him help flush his system, to vomit it out.
‘Fuck me,’ Ratio said instead, desperate, needy, dripping with more want and desperation than he’d ever thought to reveal so shamelessly.
Aventurine's eyes widened, and Ratio ached with humiliation as Aventurine quickly looked away, a strained smile on his face when he looked back to Ratio. ‘Quite bold of you, doc, but is that really what I should do? I know it’s difficult, but use that mind of yours and try to tell me how I can actually help you. Any medication that’ll help? Try to think carefully, and I’ll-’
‘Please…’ Ratio burned with humiliation as he grasped for Aventurine's wrist, his own hand shaking, trying to hold onto him as tightly as he could, even the barest skin on skin contact a small relief. He hated it- that he wanted to ask for more, that he could only think of Aventurine's hands on his body, fingers pressed against flushed skin, touching him where he needed it most.
Aventurine didn’t reply, expression unsettlingly blank as he stared directly into Ratio's eyes, as Ratio tried against his own will to maintain eye contact. ‘Ratio… you don’t really want that.’
He did, that was the problem. It made it worse, that he’d wanted Aventurine, unable to stop the arousal coursing through him from conflating these desires, needing him so badly he couldn’t think. ‘Aventurine... I just- I need something, anything to- to take the edge off, it’s… unbearable, I can’t… I can’t…’
As Ratio trailed off, losing his thoughts entirely, he shook as his body heated further, the fabric too hot and too much against his sensitive skin, the press of it against his erection painful. Even as he squirmed, he couldn’t do anything other than grab onto Aventurine, inwardly annoyed at himself that he’d act so pathetic before him, feeling as if Aventurine's opinion on him diminished the longer Aventurine stared.
‘…Ratio, will this really help you?’ Aventurine asked, tone firm, carrying with it a certain quality Ratio couldn’t quite pick apart.
Ratio didn’t want to answer. Yes, it would help, it would relieve the pressure of aching arousal and calm his body down. But he struggled, wanting it, but also not, feeling as if this would completely ruin Aventurine's perception of him, or leave him at risk of exposing how he truly felt about him- not to mention the utter embarrassment.
‘Please…’ Ratio murmured again, voice quieter, nails digging into Aventurine's wrists. Need overwhelmed his mind as shivers wracked him.
Aventurine looked away, clearly deliberately, gaze slowly sliding back to Ratio to watch his face, seeing his flushed, needy expression as he tried to desperately hold himself back from begging or pulling Aventurine onto him.
‘Okay,’ Aventurine said simply, and Ratio wanted to pick apart the lack of teasing tone, but Aventurine shuffled closer and even Aventurine's body pressed somewhat against his leg made him ache with need.
Carefully, Aventurine parted his clamped together thighs, burning with embarrassment at the sight of his erection desperately straining against the fabric, and the obscene stain of wetness seeping through. Taking pity on him, Aventurine didn’t mention that, and instead focused on slowly easing Ratio's pants off, his gaze firmly settled on Ratio's expression in a way that should be unsettling, yet even that aroused him further.
As Ratio squirmed and bit his lip, even the fabric brushing against his dick painful, it felt indescribably relieving to have the fabric somewhat stripped from him, though he shook too much, and so Aventurine left his pants and underwear loosely on. Aventurine's hands lightly brushed over his trembling stomach muscles, pushing his shirt up somewhat- and while Ratio distantly knew it must be because of his hot temperature, he wanted it to be because Aventurine wanted to see more. Of course, Aventurine's fingers retreated, and he left the shirt rolled up to just around his midriff.
Aventurine stared at his cock, watching precum leak down the shaft, murmuring something to himself before reaching out, fingers so close to touching that Ratio ached. Yet as Aventurine's fingers brushed against the shaft, Ratio hissed with pain and squirmed away. It hurt- an electric shock of pain that spread through him.
‘Too sensitive?’ Aventurine murmured, waiting for a frantic nod. ‘Well, that’s quite the problem… If the touch hurts too much to help, we may need to get you some medical attention pretty quick-’
‘No, not- not that.’ Ratio shook his head, face scrunching with annoyance, not even wanting to consider being seen in such a state.
‘How unlike you, to not take your health seriously. So stubborn…’ Aventurine contemplated something, staring at him as Ratio squirmed, the lack of stimulation just as unbearable as too direct touch.
With shaking fingers, he grabbed Aventurine's hand too tight, leading it to himself, managing to avoid brushing against his cock as he brought Aventurine's fingers inside his underwear. ‘I want this…’ He guided Aventurine's hand to press against his hole.
He felt Aventurine's shock- how he flinched, hand stiffening, yet looking to his face, Aventurine smiled back at him, only enhancing how pathetic he felt that Aventurine tried so hard to give him such a soothing expression.
‘If you really think this’ll help-’ As Aventurine spoke, Ratio nodded frantically, hand urgently tightening further on Aventurine. ‘Okay, okay. Not even gonna let me take my glove off? Or get lube? Otherwise it’ll-’
‘Aventurine- please, I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, it hurts…it’s too much, it- it hurts, please-’
Taking pity on him, Aventurine eased the tip of a finger into him, earning a sigh of relief from Ratio. ‘Oh, you’re… really loose,’ Aventurine murmured to himself, ‘guess I shouldn’t worry too much, then. Can you usually come just from this?’ Aventurine slowly focused on sinking the rest of his finger in, easy despite the lack of lube. ‘Well, I suppose you’ll come easily anyway, right? Hopefully that’ll take the edge of at least… Do you do this a lot anyway?’
He shook his head, barely comprehending Aventurine's rambling, unsure if he even shook his head on purpose or as a reflex to Aventurine's finger inside of him. It felt less overly sensitive and painful than his erection, more pleasantly sensitive, with the angle awkward as Aventurine tried to move within his underwear, which he’d have likely taken off if not for Ratio's hand still desperately gripping his wrist, the idea of him moving away too painful to consider.
Aventurine lightly thrust his finger in and out, as Ratio's cock dripped steadily, dampening the fabric. ‘Will you let me take these off fully?’ Aventurine's spare hand tapped at Ratio's fingers curled around his wrist, which tightened in reply. Letting out a breathy laugh, Aventurine instead focused on using his other hand to shuffle Ratio out of his pants and underwear, barely succeeding in getting them very far, as when Ratio's cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach, he curled in on himself, almost dragging Aventurine's body onto him.
Aventurine quickly steadied himself, murmuring something that sounded like encouragement, as Ratio tried to rock back against his finger, which had annoyingly stilled as Aventurine tried to strip him.
‘It’s easier to move without the clothes in the way,’ Aventurine told him, sounding as if he’d repeated it and Ratio had missed the first explanation. ‘You want me to finger you properly right? So I need these gone and your legs spread wide.’
Ratio focused more on the second part, trying to spread his legs, then making a confused noise of irritation as his pants around his thighs prevented him from doing so, squirming as if that would somehow solve the problem.
To distract him, Aventurine gently moved his finger inside as he lifted Ratio's legs up, his hand awkwardly trapped between Ratio's thighs as he yanked his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. As Aventurine dropped his legs, Ratio immediately spread them, shivering with arousal at the sight of Aventurine's finger inside of him, letting out a whiny sound.
Now, Aventurine crooked his finger, finding his prostate with ease. Ratio choked on a moan, feeling his whole body tense, feeling himself come immediately with a shocked sound, the sensation of it an insufferable mix of pain and pleasure, as his release splattered over his abdomen.
Shaking his way through the suddenness of it, his nails scratched at Aventurine's wrist as he felt his shaky grip falter and his hand helplessly slip away. Breathing heavily, he looked up at Aventurine, just the sight of his surprised face enough to embarrass him and send an unfortunately fierce shudder of arousal through him.
‘Don’t- don’t stop…’ Ratio murmured, trying to bite his lip and stop his tone from sounding pathetically pleading. ‘I- I couldn’t take it- if you stopped-’
Again, he heard Aventurine say something under his breath, unable to hear it over his own heart pounding in his ears. Then, mercifully, Aventurine lightly shifted his finger, testing the stretch again. ‘I still can’t believe how loose you are- is the aphrodisiac really that strong? There’s no resistance… it shouldn’t be this easy to move with so little preparation...’
If not too busy shuddering around Aventurine's finger, Ratio would explain that yes, obviously, the aphrodisiac loosened everything, and likely provided internal lubrication to some degree. But Aventurine pressed another finger to his hole, and Ratio's mind blanked, already pressing back and rutting against it.
Aventurine worked the second finger inside, watching Ratio shake with arousal and embarrassment at how desperately he wanted it. ‘It’s okay,’ Aventurine told him, trying to keep his voice light, ‘you don’t need to be embarrassed.’
Ratio wished he didn’t feel that way, but he did. Embarrassment sunk into him to hear himself moan so loud, and feel his body shaking with need, skin so snesitive even the remaining fabric on him gave him pleasure, with his cock audibly squirting over his abdoment as he pressed back and fucked himself on Aventurine's fingers.
He didn’t want Aventurine to see him like this. He wanted Aventurine to have mutual respect for him, to consider him a friend if possible, or at least someone he could rely on- and he certainly didn’t want to put Aventurine in this position on account of his own feelings for him.
But it felt so good. Aventurine's fingers delicately rubbed his oversensitive prostate, as Ratio's hands reached for him and clawed at his clothes, moaning and gasping and choking on his sounds as he squeezed tightly around his fingers. Moaning his name, so dizzied by arousal he couldn’t think, he knew he’d feel ashamed but he needed it so badly. He just repeated Aventurine's name and rigorously moved back in a sloppy rhythm against him, his cock dripping obscenely, wet and sticky everywhere, as he kept pulling Aventurine closer.
He felt himself squirting precum again, greater embarrassment sinking in at the sight of it, realising he’d gotten some over Aventurine's sleeve too.
‘Oh, ah- Aventurine- ah, ah, ah-’
Ratio couldn’t stop himself moaning despite the embarrassment. It felt too overwhelming- watching Aventurine's fingers move in and out of his tightly clinging hole, watching his hips shake and fuck himself on his fingers.
He came again with a broken sound, hands over his red, scrunched up face as he shook and half sobbed through it, crying out at the violent spurt of cum erupting from his cock, feeling as if he’d come and come and come and couldn't stop, drenched in his own hot fluids as they gushed from him, spraying over the both of them as he sobbed his way through it.
‘Oh- Aventurine... Aventurine, it’s- it’s so good, Aventurine... Aventurine, ahhh-’ he buried his face further in his hands in a poor attempt to stop the stream of moans leaving him.
Intense waves of arousal tore through him, shaking and trembling, muscles convulsing with pleasure, yet body otherwise lax and weakened by it, his hole tightly clenching around Aventurine's fingers as they shallowly thrust inside, avoiding his too sensitive prostate and gently rubbing his inner walls as they spasmed around him, clinging to his fingers as if trying to suck them back in deeper.
Through the fog of arousal, clarity slowly crept in with each panting breath. He felt increasingly aware of his clammy skin, the tiled floor sticking to his sweaty hips and lower back, sticky precum and semen sprayed over his body, his shirt, and even his neck. Then, a sense of dread set in- if he’d come that much over himself, what about Aventurine?
Peeking through his fingers, he frowned in humiliation, feeling awful to see his own cum splattered all over Aventurine's expensive suit and shirt, sinking into and staining the fabric.
He looked away; Aventurine understood, easing his fingers from him so that Ratio could weakly curl into himself, staggering as he tried to sit upright.
‘Do you feel better?’ Aventurine asked, tone so gentle he ached from it.
He felt worse. Humiliated- like he couldn’t control himself, begging for Aventurine, letting his own feelings for him override his senses.
‘Yes… the effects have subsided… I’m better now,’ Ratio murmured, unable to meet Aventurine's eyes, aware of his messy appearance and his own fluids sticking to his skin, realising with even more embarrassment he felt tears on his lashes and saliva sliding down the curve of his lips, hastily wiping them all away on his sleeves.
‘... That quick?’ Aventurine asked, watching him fumble and attempt to clean his blotchy face, realising as he looked to his sleeve and saw a red stain that he’d only succeeded in smearing his eyeliner all over his face.
Ratio tucked his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and buried his face atop of them, suppressing a groan. ‘Of course,’ he said, more sharply than intended, knowing it wasn't true, doubting Aventurine believed him anyway.
But Aventurine understood, not pressing it further, carefully handing Ratio his clothes as he saw Ratio try to cover himself.
‘I’ll drive you home,’ Aventurine said, tone so confident and firm Ratio had to desperately fight to successfully bite back a moan, a tremor of arousal wracking him.
‘No.’ It’d be a painfully awkward ride; he couldn’t accept.
‘Then I’ll send a private driver. I’m not leaving you here. Bad enough it took me a while to find you, I had to ask around… Anyway, I’ll tell them you passed out and vomited at work or something, and are just embarrassed about that.’ Aventurine studied him carefully as Ratio tried to suppress his shivers. ‘Do you have spare clothes?’
‘...gym clothes and extra lab clothes in my office,’ Ratio mumbled, risking a glance at Aventurine's soiled clothes, burying his face again. ‘... Do you? Have spare clothes…’
‘Don’t worry about that,’ Aventurine said, which meant no. ‘I’ll get any spare clothes I find and bring them to you, then I'll help get you home.’
‘Take… take some clothes for yourself, too,’ Ratio murmured, ‘they’ll… they’ll fit…’
‘Oh, don;t worry, I don’t need-’
‘...Please.’
Aventurine paused, likely stunned by Ratio's voice, just a small, pleading whisper. However it worked, for he heard Aventurine hum in agreement as he stood up and started to briskly walk away. ‘Okay, okay, I get it doc, I will. You chose what you want first, okay? Just stay there, I’ll be back.’
As Aventurine left, Ratio put his face in his hands, still aroused but not as bad, all because of Aventurine. He should have just suffered through it instead of dragging Aventurine into it- a ridiculous thought, one he’d not usually have.
It felt like he’d crossed an unspeakable line between them, and now Aventurine would never look at him the same, and he doubted he’d ever be able to meet Aventurine's eyes either.
It felt too good- but knowing Aventurine only did it because Ratio begged him and made him, and something sour spread within. As weakened as he was, he’d let Aventurine help him, and let the sourness grow, and as he felt another shudder of arousal, he told himself he couldn’t keep involving Aventurine in this.
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It got worse. He’d put himself on indefinite leave. Struck with pangs of constant arousal, he ached with it, yet tried to settle into a routine within his home and ignore it, treating it like a regular illness, like a bad flu, and not a drug that made him want to grind against every pillow he had and finger himself until he passed out.
He’d researched it, of course, but irritatingly he’d taken a strong amount of an already potent substance, one that acted quick and then remained in the blood stream for weeks, or months depending on immune response, relating to large doses.
If taken in very small doses it could naturally increase libido for those who suffered with a loss of it. Though Ratio studied it as to see if the same stimulants of sexual arousal could work for mental acuity or focus, proved severely wrong, albeit due to the dosage, as he could barely focus without this mind fogging with need.
He’d taken medication to help with temperature control and counteract the effects, which helped somewhat, though they didn’t counter the arousal itself. He suspected he must be unfortunate enough that it bonded too successfully within his body, and he’d have to endure it for months.
Not that he wanted to touch himself, wanting to try and fight it and do what work he could, even if he knew the more he touched himself, the more the substance would diminish. He mainly stayed in a horny, irritated haze, rutting against pillows, often hard or half hard all day, which could be painful, resorting to fingering himself and coming until he fell asleep, only to be awoken hard and needy yet again.
Worse, one day he awoke to find himself already erect and dripping, looking as if he’d come in his sleep more than once- somewhat used to that now- yet he felt a distinct, unusual pain in his chest. With his bathrobe already flung open and exposing him, he looked to see his pecs swollen and doubled in size. Dread crept in, looking to his nipples to confirm, and indeed, they leaked milk, his robe soaked with it.
He’d raised his hands to his face and groaned into his palms, overwhelmed.
From there, he always lactated, constantly hard, hole clenching around nothing, feeling gross from his clammy skin and the fluids constantly dripping from him. Yet he couldn’t stop coming constantly, even if he dared move a certain way, he’d come. He’d stand up from a chair, or twist slightly, or stretch, or barely contract any muscle, and he’d come in thick ribbons all over himself and whatever surface had the misfortune of being near him. From that, he might collapse and then dirty the floor too as even that made him come again.
Grinding against pillows felt especially too addictive, the perfect way to relieve his aching cock with minimal effort, just mindless grinding against soft fabric, allowing his arousal-weakened body some rest as he came. Of course, it also annoyed him how much laundry he’d had to do because of that.
Perhaps worse, he couldn’t even enjoy baths in peace because the hot water simulated him too much, and he’d come just from the water against him, dirtying it with milk and semen.
He tried to answer emails and questions sent to him, having to take breaks he usually wouldn’t, too humiliating trying to focus on work and students’ questions when he felt so aroused it hurt. Though he wore a bathrobe for some semblance of modesty, it usually stayed undone in the front, or it’d become disgustingly covered in fluids, and so he often had to see the constant evidence of his own arousal.
However, he refused to answer Aventurine's calls or messages, embarrassed he knew of Ratio's situation. If Ratio answered his calls, Aventurine would ask questions, and while Ratio would be able to answer that he’d taken some treatment for it, Aventurine would know it wasn’t working, especially as Ratio wouldn’t be able to control himself at the sound of his voice, and would probably be unable to stop himself masturbating to it.
He couldn’t involve Aventurine in this. He just couldn’t; he didn’t want Aventurine seeing him like this any more than he’d had to. And he needed to stop fingering himself recalling how Aventurine did it, annoyed with himself that it stilled aroused him too much, and that every message Aventurine sent struck him so much arousal it dizzied him, knees weak, needing to touch himself because he couldn’t stop thinking about him.
After weeks of that, he snapped, sending Aventurine a curt message:
I’m busy, gambler. Stop trying to fuss over me, and leave me alone. I’m fine. If you message again, I will temporarily block you for an indefinite period. Do not attempt it.
Would Aventurine believe it? Likely not. Shuddering with arousal, he watched Aventurine type and pause repeatedly, half wishing he would message because he longed to hear from him, and wishing he wouldn’t because it would hurt too much.
Either way, Aventurine didn’t message, and he reluctantly supposed that would be best. All that message needed to do was keep him away, to tell him he wasn’t wanted- which pained him, but he needed that so Aventurine didn’t have to think about or see him in such a state.
Perhaps that moment contributed to the worsening of his condition over the weeks, listless and tired, yet still so aroused it hurt. He’d admittedly been neglecting expelling the milk properly, so it leaked steadily from his painfully erect and reddened nipples. His cock hard, he lay on the bed, staring at a wall and mindlessly rutting against a pillow, trying to quell the waves of hot embarrassment as he shuddered.
His sounds less loud than he had been, he felt too tired, struggling to do it by himself. It felt good but only in a necessary way, like eating a meal that tasted okay but filled him up. Even if he craved more, he knew he couldn’t give it to himself, and so gave up trying to do anything other than rub himself fruitlessly against the pillow.
Distantly he heard sounds through the haze, unable to even think of what it was. Perhaps he’d left something on- likely laundry, if he’d recalled to do another load. Or his air purifier, if he’d left it on the highest setting. He couldn’t tell; it didn’t matter. He just needed to come.
Yet suddenly, he heard the bedroom door fling open- a distinct sound, thinking he must have imagined it as he raised his weary head. Unfortunately, his gaze locked with Aventurine's, eyes widening to see him standing in the doorway, shivering intensely at the sight of him, seeing Ratio with his robe open and his flushed skin as he pathetically hugged and humped a pillow, desperately trying to stop his hips moving.
Shock, humiliated, and unsure where to look as his gaze threatened to drift too low, Ratio pulled his robe tight around himself and buried himself in the sheets, pulling them high even as it hurt when they pressed against his nipples, and reluctantly forcing himself to twist away from the pillow he’d defiled.
‘Get out.’ Ratio tried to glare at him, annoyed Aventurine seemed so calm when he felt so disorientated. ‘What are you even doing here? Did- did you break in?’
‘I was worried,’ Aventurine said simply, ‘you seemed okay enough when replying to emails… but then you stopped for a day, so I came to see you. So, yes, I broke in.’
Ratio tried to burrow further into the sheets, biting his lip at the sensation of fabric against too sensitive skin. His heart pounding rapidly, he tried to keep himself from squirming. ‘You… need to leave.’
‘I know it’s gotten worse,’ Aventurine said slowly, ‘do you… need to go to a hospital? It’s okay to admit if it’s too much, or you can’t handle it anymore.’
‘Just… go away.’
‘Let me help-’
‘Go away,’ Ratio snapped, voice frustrated and tinged with desperation. ‘I can’t- bear to be seen like- like this. Please- just leave.’
Aventurine stared back at him, his face somewhat strange, something Ratio didn’t understand in his expression. Aventurine stepped closer; Ratio trembled. He buried his face in his hands, feeling so pathetic that he’d cry from it. And despite his humiliation, his cock ached, so hard it hurt, swallowing his own breaths so he didn’t accidentally moan.
‘Aventurine... Aventurine, please… go…’ Ratio knew he couldn’t even do anything to make him leave other than pathetically beg, with not enough strength to physically remove him.
Aventurine gingerly sat on the edge of his bed, careful not to brush against him when Ratio shook and curled in on himself. ‘Ratio. Do you really think I’d judge you for this?’
‘I don’t care… that doesn’t mean I- that I want to be seen like this, whether you… judge me or not.’
‘I see… I suppose it’s just… embarrassing for you, right? I understand.’ Aventurine hummed to himself in thought. ‘Ah, I know. We could make a mutual exchange. If you let me help, I’ll let you dose me with it too and then if you see me in the same state, we’d be even, right?’
‘Are you stupid?’ Ratio lifted his head enough to glare at him.
‘Maybe.’ Aventurine shrugged. ‘But would it help?’
‘No- you… you complete… ugh, don’t- do something so foolish.’ Ratio lowered his head, shaking it as he sighed. ‘Don’t… don’t you dare… do something like that to yourself…’
‘Then what will it take for you to let me help you?’
‘I won’t. There’s no way I would ever, ever let you help me with this. I… deeply regret letting you before, I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t… It doesn’t matter. Just… just go, Aventurine. Just go.’
Ratio slowly dared to risk a look at him, and Aventurine gave him a small smile, slightly sad. ‘I suspected that might be it. So… if not me, is there anyone else who you’d let help?’
He didn’t want to answer that. Even the idea of that disgusted him- he only wanted Aventurine. Shaking in place, he clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms, refusing to let himself weaken enough to grab for him even as he quaked with the effort of holding back.
Aventurine stood, and his stomach sank as he realised Aventurine really would leave him. Even if he wanted it, even if he insisted, as Aventurine walked away, he started to cry, so desperate for him it hurt, hips shaking and unable to stop rubbing against the sheets, biting back a whiny sound as his nipples rubbed against the sheets, moaning as he came suddenly, his release weaker than it had been, feeling as if he’d hadn’t even ejaculated at all even as an orgasm wracked him. Lowering his head, his hands tangled in hair, pulling at strands as he breathed heavily, trying to steady himself and feel less like a complete mess.
Jolting, he bit back a moan as hands brushed through his hair, grasping for Ratio's clammy hands to ease his grip and pry them away, stroking the strands he’d gripped the tightest, smoothing down his messy hair.
‘Does it hurt?’ Aventurine murmured.
‘I thought you left…’ Ratio admitted, his tone too pathetic, quickly adding, ‘you… startled me… you should… really leave…’
Aventurine ignored that. ‘I’ve gotten you some juice and some food,’ he announced, to which Ratio lifted his head to see a glass and some snacks atop the nightstand.
‘I… ate last night,’ he said, though he hadn’t wanted to eat, and didn’t especially want to now.
‘Not good enough. Isn’t it you who complains I don’t take care of myself enough? So I’m sorry doc, I don’t think I can just leave you like this, not until you’re a bit better.’ Aventurine's hands carefully reached for him, his touch light when Ratio flinched then shivered, still trying to curl in on himself to hide his leaking chest and erection.
‘I’ll help you sit up,’ Aventurine told him, ‘And help you to the bathroom too… and I don’t mind changing the sheets, if you need. I noticed some dry laundry that hasn’t been put away, I don’t mind.’ As he slowly manoeuvred Ratio to try and sit up, he looked directly into Ratio's ashamed gaze. ‘Ratio... we can just pretend you have flu or something, and I’ll look after you like that, and ignore the rest. I won’t mention it, if you don’t want me to, I just want… to try and help.’
Ratio liked that, warmth curling within, a different sort than the heat of arousal. It sounded good, if Aventurine could help, and ignore the arousal that wracked him. ‘You… don’t have to,’ Ratio weakly protested.
Aventurine smiled back at his weak protest, knowing he didn’t mean it, and continued to help him.
Unfortunately, as he squirmed in arousal as Aventurine stood and tried to pull him to sit up on the edge of the bed his hand inadvertently fumbles from Ratio's waist to the underside of his pec, harshly squeezing by accident.
Milk squirted in Aventurine's face. Horrified, Ratio watched it shoot from himself and splatter over Aventurine, how he shut his eyes on reflex so milk dripped down his lashes, watching it drip down the length of his nose.
‘Aventurine- I’m, I apologise, I…’ Ratio looked around, trying to find something, any suitable fabric to clean him with, his body aching and burning with a heady mix of emotions.
‘What a shame…’ Aventurine wiped his face with a slow drag of his fingers, Ratio mesmerised as he stared at the movement, eyes widening as Aventurine licked the milk from his fingers, holding eye contact with Ratio. ‘Well, it still tastes good, but I bet it’d taste even better from the source…’
‘What- what do you mean?’ Dizzied, body throbbing with need, Ratio couldn’t stop staring at Aventurine's fingers, feeling as if he must have imagined the heat behind Aventurine's expression.
‘Fuck, Ratio, what do you think I mean? I didn’t know you could lactate.’ Aventurine laughed, the sound breathy, stunned. ‘I can’t believe I have to say this, but do you really not know how much I stare at your tits? And now you’re telling me you lactate? Oh, Ratio, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?’
‘What… what, I don’t, I’m not…’ Ratio shook his head, uncomprehending. He must have imagined it; lust must have truly made him insane, deluded and imagining Aventurine saying that to him. He must be addled with arousal, shivering and curled up in a heap and rutting against his sheets and imagining this fantasy, not looking at Aventurine staring at him so intensely.
‘Ratio... I want to care for you, of course I do… but I think… it would be right of me to mention that I’m unbelievably attracted to you,’ Aventurine told him matter of factly, tone fond yet so stripped of teasing he almost couldn’t understand him. ‘You act as if you’re… disgusting like this, when it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen- I wanted to hold back, but can you not see that?’
‘You’re just- saying that… to be nice.’ Ratio shook his head, refusing to accept it. ‘You… you don’t feel that way. You can’t…’
‘Do you hate it? That I’m attracted to you? I thought you did, seeing as you hated… when I helped you with this in the lab.’
‘I- I don’t hate it, I…’ Wracked by a shiver, Ratio shook his head. He couldn’t say it- he couldn’t say he liked Aventurine. If Aventurine really was just saying it to be nice, in an attempt to make him feel better, the shame of his one-sided feelings would only hurt more later.
‘Ratio... I’m serious, I want to help. I won’t… touch you again if you don’t want me to. You must know even I have some decency, right doc?’ Aventurine leant down, so they were eye level. ‘I looked into it; I know you need to expel the aphrodisiac more than you have. And I want you to know, that because of my feelings, I wouldn’t feel obligated. Come on, doctor, are you really saying you don’t trust your dear partner still? Whatever you want, I can help. So ask, tell me, use me- it’s all up to you.’
Ratio didn’t believe him. He couldn’t. Yet his own resolve wavered, and as arousal pulsated through his aching body, as Aventurine looked at him so intensely, he averted his gaze, and gave in with a weak nod.
‘Alright,’ Aventurine murmured, ‘do you know what you want?’
Unable to look at him, Ratio turned his face, lightly parting his robe further away from his chest, drawing Aventurine's attention to his painfully swollen nipples, milk beading atop them.
Understanding, Aventurine helped reposition him against the headboard, as Ratio clung onto the sheets and kept them pooled around his waist, trying to hide his erection, even though Aventurine could probably see the stains, and the room must reek of semen and sex. Just as he started to overthink, Aventurine's hands roamed over his swollen chest, scattering his thoughts.
‘They’re so big,’ Aventurine said, the genuine awe in his voice sending both arousal and embarrassment through Ratio.
For emphasis, Aventurine splayed one hand across one of Ratio's pecs, showing how he couldn’t ever hold it in one hand, skin spilling over his fingers.
Ratio whimpered as he stared down at Aventurine's hand, the feel of it maddening, reinvigorating his tired body with a surge of rekindled need. His hips bucked up, rubbing himself against the sheets, skewing his eyes shut and poorly swallowing a whine from the sensation, only opening his eyes as he felt Aventurine's hands subtly shift, wanting to watch him despite his overwhelming embarrassment.
Half laying down against a haphazard stack of pillows, Ratio watched Aventurine massage around his pecs, milk slowly spilling out of his nipples even with those little movements, his body feeling too good from something so simple. Honestly, thanks to Aventurine, he felt the most relaxed he’d had the chance to feel since ingesting that substance, nice to feel Aventurine's hands moving and gently massaging his aching chest, moaning in relief.
When Aventurine stopped and removed his hands, Ratio froze. Slight panic set in, awkwardly risking looking up to Aventurine- who must have seen reason and decided to stop. Yet instead, he saw Aventurine wrestling with his gloves, throwing rings carelessly aside, yanking at the fabric to quickly remove them.
Aventurine caught him staring, shooting Ratio a smile as he flung his gloves away. ‘I want to touch you.’
Already, he shuffled closer, hands pressed against Ratio's sensitive body, resuming his massage though applying firmer pressure. He watched Aventurine's hands move, having never imagined those skillful, slender fingers would service him so, kneading at warm skin and easing him into the touch as he squirmed.
He massaged the underside of his pecs, around the sides, smoothing his palms over the top of them and closer to his sternum. Shivering, he watched with painful anticipation as Aventurine's fingers occasionally got closer to his nipples, wanting it so badly, trying not to press against Aventurine as he shook, biting his lips to cage back torrent of begging.
Aventurine's finger brushed against a swollen nipple and he nearly cried in relief, tipping his head back in a moan. ‘Please- oh, oh, please, please…’
Taking that as encouragement, Aventurine lightly traced his erect nipples, using the milk to ease the glide of his touch. And though they had felt so sensitive they hurt, Aventurine's touch only worsening that pain, something about Aventurine's touch felt too good, with him gently stimulating his nipples, mainly brushing along the sides to get him used to it, as Ratio couldn’t help but push his chest forward into his hands.
‘Oh, Aventurine, Aventurine, I’ll- I’ll come, so good, it’s-it’s so good-’
‘Come as much as you want, however you like,’ Aventurine told him, fingers refusing to stay idle as he talked, ‘you can always ask me for more.’
Still carefully rubbing alongside his nipples, brushing briefly against them to stimulate them, Ratio moaned and let out heavy breaths. Even that felt too good, the touch like an electric shock, sparks of pleasure shooting along his nerves, zipping up and down his spine with electric heat. Hffhdhdj
Aventurine touched his nipples directly, pinching and rubbing them between his fingertips, and Ratio just couldn’t hold back. He came intensely- it overcame him with a ragged gasp, feeling his nipples leak as Aventurine lightly rubbed them, as Ratio dirtied the sheets, feeling his cum shoot from him and dampening the fabric with an embarrassing sound. Spurt after spurt leaving his sensitive cock, and he tried to curl in on himself, but Aventurine's hands held his shoulders, keeping him from doing so.
Aventurine's hands gently ran over his shoulder and back as Ratio moaned, face red with embarrassment as even that touch aroused him, shaking against Aventurine. Gasping, Ratio blinked slowly, trying to regather himself, yet he struggled to even stay upright, shaking with the effort of it as he tried not to lean his full weight against Aventurine.
Aventurine carefully helped him lean back against the headboard, reaching around to ensure the pillows were in place. Holding his shoulders, Aventurine looked into Ratio's hazy eyes, and Ratio tracked his movements, supposing Aventurine checked on him, not that he had the energy to speak. Of course, he wanted more. Embarrassment sunk into him to be seen in such a vulnerable, messy state, but it felt so good, not wanting to deny himself this pleasure, when he felt like he'd cry with relief.
He wondered if Aventurine understood his wants, as his gaze drifted back to Ratio's chest, smiling to himself. ‘You’re so full of milk.’ His hands squeezed gently at the underside of Ratio's chest, leaning closer and settling between Ratio's legs, as Ratio's thighs trembled either side of him. ‘It must hurt so much.’
‘It… it does,’ Ratio breathed out, ‘it hurts…’
Aventurine hummed in thought, gaze flicking to Ratio, leaning so close he felt his hot breath against his nipples, shaking from it. ‘I could help with that.’
‘Please…’
Aventurine immediately latched onto a nipple, soft, wet tongue pressed against the sensitive bud, slowly swirling around it. Ratio cried out- the stimulation completely unlike what he’d tried himself so different, so intoxicating, already addicted to the feeling of heat, suction and pleasure.
Aventurine lightly sucked, and Ratio moaned from the feeling, tears of overstimulation and relief beading on his lashes, staring up blankly at the ceiling as Aventurine sucked one nipple.
He felt the milk stream, squirt and gush into Aventurine's mouth, who eagerly drank it all, swallowing around him, his tongue teasing out the droplets, massaging Ratio's swollen pec that he sucked from as if to encourage even more milk out.
He felt the press of Aventurine's teeth lightly digging in around the nipple, whimpering from it as Aventurine sucked harder, as if forgetting to be gentle, Aventurine's pleased noises vibrating against his chest alongside the audible sucking and the wet noises of milk.
Realisation struck- Aventurine liked this. He enjoyed sucking at his chest, hard and moaning from it, erection pressed just barely against Ratio, maddeningly tempting to feel it so close, as he moaned around his nipples and drank from him. Maybe Aventurine just had a fetish for this- maybe it wasn’t because of Ratio at all, that he enjoyed this so much.
Even so, as Aventurine looked up at Ratio through his hair and the veil of his lashes, gaze dark with desire, Ratio whimpered, hips softly pushing against him in unconscious response. He wanted him too badly, too much, more than he should, just staring at Aventurine filling him with an indescribable heat.
Aventurine slowly pulled off that nipple, a cloudy trail of saliva and milk connecting him to the nipple, which Aventurine hungrily licked up, returning to Ratio's chest and latching onto the unattended one.
Ratio moaned loudly, the sound desperate and deafening as he tipped his head back from the force of it, pushing himself against Aventurine, needing the feel of his faint body heat beneath his clothes. ‘Aventurine,’ he moaned out, his shaky hand reached out, resting on Aventurine's head gripping onto soft golden strands as Aventurine sucked. ‘Oh- aah, ah, ah- Aventurine, so- so good-’
Indescribable relief coursed through him, nipples so sensitive that every touch felt as if it launched an explosion of pleasure within himself, yet his chest didn’t feel uncomfortably, achingly full. Aventurine had drained him well- the nipple he’d sucked from reddened, encircled by bite marks, and Ratio still couldn’t believe how swollen and erect his nipples felt.
Would they even return to normal? He partly didn’t care; if they were erect and large, it’d be easier for Aventurine to suck them. He’d let himself sink lower into depravity and have Aventurine suck him anywhere, pull his shirt open in public and drink from him, knead his breasts in meetings, sit in his lap and suck from them that way, rub at them through his clothes and make Ratio's clothes wet, clinging to him with erect nipples poking out, begging to be sucked.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ Aventurine teased, frustratingly pulling away from his nipples, earning an irritated whine, to which Aventurine appeased him by massaging his swollen pecs, ‘Gonna come again?’ Aventurine punctuated that with a shift of his body, and only then did Ratio realise he’d moved, that he’d been rubbing himself against Aventurine, who undoubtedly felt his erection and the wet sheets even through his clothes. ‘Want me to make you come?’ Ratio made a vague noise, wanting it, but the stimulation not enough for him to think properly, trying to push his chest into Aventurine's hand and stop humping him. ‘Where’d you want me to touch you?’
‘My- my breasts-’
‘Your breasts? Oh, you’re so far gone… when did you start calling them that? You’ve no idea how much you turn me on.’
When had he started calling them that? He didn’t know- but it must be Aventurine's influence, who called them his tits, who sucked them, nursed from them, kneaded them, and made him so aware of the pleasure it could give him.
‘I’ll happily touch you there; I love your breasts,’ Aventurine teased him for his word choice, smiling when Ratio glared at him with teary, glistening eyes. ‘What? That’s what you called them. And you have to admit, doc, these really are breasts like this…’
Aventurine was right. Annoyingly, frustratingly, Aventurine was completely right. They were soft and rounded, bouncing with movement, and looked more like breasts than his chest usually did. It’d be so obvious if anyone saw them, even under clothing they’d see their size, how they bounced, knowing how full of milk he was, precum spurting from his cock as his thoughts helplessly spiralled.
Ratio started to cry, tears flowing freely as he held onto Aventurine's head, pushing him hard against his chest and feeling how Aventurine jolted from the sudden strength of his grip. ‘Suck- suck more,’ Ratio moaned, trying to push his needs into a demanding tone, ‘keep- going, drink it all, need- need more-’
Feeling Aventurine moan against him as he rambled and he just moaned harder. As Aventurine sucked, his left hand squeezed and tweaked Ratio's other nipple with his fingers, milk squirting from it as Ratio cried in delirious pleasure. The suction, the pinching, the rubbing, the vibration of Aventurine's sounds, all felt too good.
As Aventurine drank, swallowed, sucked, Ratio pressed himself close to Aventurine and orgasmed, shaking as it hit him hard. He needed this- needed Aventurine, his touch, his care, helping him feel pleasure and making him feel pure bliss quiver through his body as another release dampened the sheets, pressing himself so hard against Aventurine he distantly hoped some got on him.
Whimpering from oversensitivity, Aventurine continued to suck and pinch his nipples, so good but too much, with Ratio weakly clawing at his hair to try to stop him.
Aventurine pulled back, licking up the milk from his lips, and easing his hold on Ratio's nipples. ‘Sorry… I guess I just wanted more.’ He paused, staring down at Ratio's stiff, red nipples, watching a slow trickle of milk leak from one, pulling his stare away to meet Ratio's gaze with great effort. ‘Good to get the milk out… does it hurt less?’
Ratio nodded, the movement floppy and weak, breathing heavier but feeling better, not inundated with thick waves of arousal. He felt lighter, pleased, satisfied, pleasure thrumming through him. Unfortunately, still hard. Just as annoying as it still felt for his cock to ache, too hard and sensitive, as he shifted to get comfortable, he felt Aventurine's erection, eyes widening as need for it surged through him.
‘What’s wrong?’ Aventurine asked, sounding so genuinely concerned as Ratio quaked that it only made his embarrassment worse, that he shook with need for Aventurine's cock.
He couldn’t hold back.
‘Please, inside, need- need you inside,’ Ratio half-pleaded, half-demanded, grinding against Aventurine's body.
Aventurine stilled as Ratio rubbed against him, trying to enticingly sway his hips in a way that’d make Aventurine fuck him faster. ‘Ratio... Veritas… are you sure? I’m not sure… that’s a good idea.’
Humiliation overcame him with a sob- Aventurine rejected him, like he had before. ‘Why- why don’t you want me?’
‘No, no, that’s not it-’
‘I just want you to fuck me,’ Ratio sobbed out, the urge to bury his face in his hands and cry, more focused on trying and failing to stop moving his hips against Aventurine, the sheets dragging against his too sensitive cock, disgusting, wet and soaked in cum.
Aventurine hastily grabbed his shoulders, face so uncharacteristically serious it pulled him somewhat from his daze. ‘Do you want this? Do you really want to have sex with me? Try and think about it seriously. Maybe you’d prefer toys, if you just need penetrating-’
‘I need- something inside,’ Ratio admitted, ‘it feels… I feel so empty it’s overwhelming… and I- I know… you’re hard, and I want you to fill me, I want it to be you.’
‘Really? Listen, are you sure you don’t want toys? That might-’
‘I already said what I wanted,’ Ratio snapped, attempting to twist out of his hold. ‘Just- just leave if you hate the idea of having sex with me so much.’
Aventurine let out a small little laugh, shaking his head. ‘I’m trying to show concern. Wouldn’t you normally insist I should think things through? Ah, but…’ He trailed off, watching the tremors of Ratio's body and his red, overwhelmed face. ‘You’re… too frustrated to even realise or care about that…’ He nodded to himself, slowly dropping his hands from Ratio, as Ratio restrained an annoyingly whiny sound at the idea Aventurine would leave. ‘Okay. Okay… I’ll give you what you need. Hold on.’
Though it felt like torture to part, Ratio only weakly attempted to hold onto Aventurine's shirt, fingers easily sliding away from the fabric, caught between the urge to pull him closer and have Aventurine fuck him immediately, or waiting patiently because Aventurine told him to. Instead, he watched as Aventurine found the coat he’d abandoned on the floor, pulling a wallet from the inner pocket, and reaching inside for a condom, holding it for Ratio to see.
Then, with Ratio's gaze on him, Aventurine settled back on the bed, quickly unfastening his belt and then flinging it aside, pants unzipped as Ratio stared at the slight damp spot on his underwear and the imprint of his cock. Watching it spring free, and Ratio ached with need, barely caring enough to hold back the moan he let out, spreading his legs on instinct, telling Aventurine where he wanted it.
‘We’ll need this out the way first,’ Aventurine reminded him, confusing Ratio until Aventurine grasped for the sheet still pooled around his waist, so focused on Aventurine he’d entirely forgotten about it.
Usually, he’d grimace at the stains and the way Aventurine's eyes widened at the sheer amount of fluids drenching the fabric, before he threw it on the floor, but Ratio mainly stared at his cock. Thick and heavy, precum beading at the tip; it’d fit perfectly inside. He’d striven for much in his life, always desiring to achieve more, yet in that moment, his focus singularly fixated on Aventurine's cock, and he felt as if he’d never desperately wanted anything more than that.
‘Poor thing,’ Aventurine said, voice teasing, and yet vaguely sympathetic, as he looked to Ratio's cock, still painfully erect between his legs, coated and glistened in fluids, trembling slightly under Aventurine's stare. Next, his gaze drifted to Ratio's hole, swallowing thickly to see it wet and shimmering with lube, still flushed and somewhat loose from his earlier desperate attempts. ‘Ah… you… really have wanted something inside, haven’t you?’
‘Shut… up… and get inside,’ Ratio mumbled, turning his face as if that hid the flush that burned across his skin, from his cheeks down to his ample chest.
Aventurine replied just with a breathy laugh, tearing open the condom packet as Ratio watched intently, staring at him as he rolled it along his thick cock. Aventurine's eyes drifted to a bottle of lube abandoned on Ratio's bedside table, tipped over and leaking out some of the contents, which Aventurine reached for. Every little tempting, agonising movement Aventurine made, as he spread lube along the length of his cock, tortuously arousing to watch the sheen of it, Aventurine's cock trapped beneath the condom.
Aventurine settled between his spread, quivering thighs, resting his cock beside Ratio's, idly rutting against him as Ratio stared, hypnotised by the movement. Yet at the feel of Aventurine's cock against him, at the feel of the condom against his skin, something welled within, and he realised one thing.
He hated it. The condom. Aventurine had to take it off. He had to take it off and let Ratio feel him fully. The condom cruelly prevented him from getting what he wanted: Aventurine's cum inside. As Aventurine rutted against his ass, the sight of it around Aventurine's cock taunting him only aggravated him further, and he just couldn’t take it.
Ratio reached out suddenly, surprising Aventurine with the movement, jolting as Ratio's hand grabbed his cock, pinching at the condom to try and take it off .
Aventurine's hand quickly grabbed his wrist, his laughter more confused. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I don’t- don’t want it, take it off,’ Ratio told him, trying again to pull at it, to which Aventurine's grip tightened.
‘Hey… do I really need to remind you to be cautious? Talk about irony, doc…’ Aventurine's attempt to lighten his mood didn't help, as Ratio's hands struggled to free itself. ‘I want to focus on your pleasure, no need to consider me at all- the condom helps separate that a little, don’t you think. And protection’s important, though as a doctor, I’m sure you’re meant to know that. Besides… knowing you, I’m sure you’d only find it gross if I came inside-’
Annoyance and need flared, a heady combination that empowered him, shaking Aventurine's hand off his, and yanking the condom off to throw it aside, ignoring Aventurine's shocked noise.
‘Ratio…’ Aventurine said, voice concerned and so strangely fond, as if he had no idea how terribly such a tone made Ratio ache with need for him.
Before Aventurine could say more or worse, attempt to find another condom, Ratio acted swiftly. He curled his legs around Aventurine's body, thighs squeezing him tightly, heels pressing harshly into Aventurine's back, and with all his strength, determination and sheer need, he pushed Aventurine inside in a single push.
Aventurine gasped, falling forward as Ratio's hole greedily welcomed his cock, snugly embracing and pulsating around it with unfulfilled need. Breathing heavily, Aventurine shook atop Ratio, bracing himself against his body.
‘You almost made me come,’ Aventurine complained, incredulous, shivering faintly and letting out a ragged moan as Ratio pushed back against him.
If he almost made Aventurine come, he had to definitely, absolutely make him come- he needed Aventurine to fill him until he couldn’t take more, then keep filling him, he needed it all, everything he could give him.
Legs locked around Aventurine and hands wrapped around him, he kept him ensnared in his embrace, arms, legs and hole squeezing him tightly. He kept him close as he basked in the warmth of his body, unbelievably satisfied to feel his every shudder as Ratio clenched harshly around him.
‘Fuck- fuck me,’ Ratio told him again, grip only tightening on him, grinding back against him as he savoured the stretch as Aventurine's cock stirred his insides, filling him like he’d needed.
‘That’s a little hard if you won’t let me move,’ Aventurine replied, so breathless it tempted Ratio further, shivering from the idea that Aventurine might already come.
‘Come- come inside,’ Ratio demanded, or pleaded, he couldn’t tell, hole fluttering around his cock to tell him how much he needed it.
Like this, he felt Aventurine shaking and breathing heavily against him- as much as he wanted Aventurine to move, to control the pace and fuck him hard, he couldn’t stop erratically moving his own body, fucking himself on Aventurine's cock. Hearing the wet squelching sounds and his overly loud moans, he screwed his eyes shut, realising how shameless he was, crying out and moaning for his cock.
‘It’s- okay,’ Aventurine told him, and Ratio's eyes fluttered open, watching Aventurine try to look at him even as Ratio's arms crushed him and his hands tried to keep him close to his chest. ‘Do what you want, take what you need-’
Hearing that, Ratio really couldn’t stop moving, pressing back against Aventurine with harsh, sloppy movements, entire body curled tightly around Aventurine with a grip tighter than a vice. Despite the arousal compelling him to move and keep Aventurine's cock inside, where it belonged, he worried he might hurt Aventurine with how he held him so tightly. His own body quaked, his arms and legs quivered, slung heavily over Aventurine's body, twisting his shirt in his grip, nails scratching at his skin as they half snuck beneath the fabric.
Aventurine must have sensed his worries, for as their eyes met, Aventurine held his gaze and pressed a slow kiss to his chest.
Ratio sobbed out a moan, so overwhelmed by that small gesture and he didn’t even know why. In response, he squeezed harder around his cock, pushing back against him, as Aventurine thrust as much as he could, their shared movements lacking rhythm, messy and uncoordinated. His cock filled him so much, pressing precisely against his prostate and rubbing the swollen gland so much Ratio felt as if he’d melt from the intensity of heat and pleasure radiating through him.
His cock kept spurting precum between their bodies, slick and leaking over them both. It felt too good rubbing against the texture of Aventurine's shirt as it wetted the fabric, clenching around Aventurine as he writhed, tightening his hold even further and burying Aventurine's face against his body, feeling Aventurine's heart hammer in his chest, almost as fast and pounding as his own.
‘Ah- Aventurine- it feels, feels too good, so good-’ Ratio couldn’t stop moaning, so overwhelmed he had to expel it, his words unbidden and unrestrained, completely, numbingly mindless in a way he wouldn’t usually tolerate, yet he couldn’t help it, didn’t even care to.
Aventurine tried to set a rhythm, his movements slow and grinding, yet too good that Ratio kept offsetting the rhythm and moving in a desperate, haphazard movements, needing Aventurine to move inside, to shape his body for his body and stay as deep within him as possible.
‘So- so big, oh- it’s so big, so big inside-’
Aventurine made a strangled, ragged noise, the sound of it drawing another moan from Ratio. ‘Fuck- Ratio, I’ll come just listening to you-’
‘Ahh- yes, inside, do it- do it inside, need it, need it, Aventurine- inside… inside, please-’
He heard Aventurine swear again, rutting into him a little harder, trying to predict and meet Ratio's erratic movements to give him the most pleasure possible. Holding Aventurine so tightly it felt as if their bodies blended into one, Ratio felt his orgasm rapidly approach with scorching heat, radiating from his hole, sparks of pleasure rippling through him, whimpering as his oversensitive cock rubbed between them, leaking obscenely.
‘Ah, Ratio,’ Aventurine moaned out, shaking atop of him, and just as Ratio had so needed, Aventurine came with a shuddering movement, burying his cock inside of Ratio's willing body, filling him deeply.
The heat of his cum inside, feeling it shoot deeply into him, had Ratio's hole clenching hard around Aventurine's cock as he let out strings of incomprehensible, higher-pitched, breathy moans. Hearing Aventurine's sounds, feeling his body so intimately close as every little grinding movement rubbed Aventurine's cock between their tightly pressed together bodies, he whimpered with sensitivity as his nipples pressed against Aventurine, feeling the milk wetting his shirt, unsure why that struck him with greater arousal.
‘I- I’m coming, Aventurine, I’m-’ Ratio cut himself off with a groan as his body seized, orgasm overpowering him. As his cum spurted between their bodies, Ratio jolted and writhed, gasping loudly as intense tremors wracked him, muscles tightening and quaking, crying out as his orgasm wouldn’t stop, still coming in streaks over his stomach as he clenched around Aventurine still and kept him locked inside. ‘I’m coming, oh- keep- keep coming, i’m- it’s still- still coming-’
He moved his hips back and forth as if begging for thrusts, having one orgasm barely quenching the flames of arousal. Aventurine's body heat, Aventurine's cock and cum inside- he needed more of him, everything, anything Aventurine could give him, he needed so badly he felt he’d stop breathing without it, holding onto Aventurine as if letting his grip loosen even a little would be too painful.
Still shuddering from the residual tremors of his lingering orgasm, Ratio pressed back, squeezing Aventurine's cock harshly as his hole pulsated around it, needing him to fully harden again- immediately.
‘Ah, Ratio...’ Aventurine let out a breathless laugh, trying to ease out of Ratio's grip even as Ratio made a pitiful noise at his almost successful escape, ‘it’s- a bit too quick-’
Ratio shook his head, giving his cock a tight, punishing squeeze and inwardly delighting at the gasp Aventurine let out. Feeling Aventurine squirm, Ratio clawed at his shirt, pleased at the sound of tearing fabric so he could slip his fingers beneath it and savour his warm skin.
If not for the heaviness and yet near numbness of his limbs as he tried not to let them drop, he’d flip them over and ride Aventurine as much as he desired, instead doing what he could to keep fucking himself on Aventurine's cock, a hazy smile playing with his lips as he felt Aventurine's cock grow bigger, hardening inside of him.
‘Need it- Aventurine, Aventurine, more, give… give me more,’ Ratio begged, tone whiny and complaining, inwardly annoyed that Aventurine wasn’t fucking him as he wanted, even if his own body and hold on him prevented Aventurine from doing so. ‘Aventurine... Aventurine, please, why- why can’t you just- just fuck me, just, ah- fuck me, I- I need it, need you to-’
Suddenly, Aventurine snapped his hips fast and hard, shaking Ratio enough that his grip wavered, to which Aventurine quickly shook free of his hold, roughly grabbing Ratio's thighs with bruising strength, spreading them wide.
‘If you- won’t listen to me telling you to ease up… then I’ll just take control,’ Aventurine told him, punctuating that with a deep thrust, watching with a laugh as Ratio's face contorted with pleasure, eyes close to rolling into the back of his head. ‘I’ll give you exactly what you need.’
Aventurine fucked him hard, setting a brutal pace. Body reeling with it, Ratio struggled to adjust, body so overwrought with pleasure he could barely move, just taking it all as Aventurine plunged inside with great force, ensuring his body wouldn’t forget the shape of his cock drilling into him. As intense as it felt, so sudden, and intense all at once, he craved this, for Aventurine to take him, fulfilling his every fantasy, pleasing him like he’d desperately thought of.
‘You look- so good,’ Aventurine gasped out, ‘even better than I- than I ah, ever imagined, I love- how you look, even more- beautiful like this…’
Ridiculous statement- he was a certifiable mess. Either Aventurine had poor taste, or he was just as delirious with pleasure as Ratio felt, unable to even voice how he felt about Aventurine's words.
Aventurine's words drew Ratio's attention to the sight of his own body, flushing anew with embarrassment. Looking so utterly obscene, legs spread wide and thighs pushed open, he watched Aventurine's fingers dig into him and mark his skin red. With Aventurine's thrusts, Ratio's body rocked and his cock slapped against his stomach, jolting and whimpering whenever it did, as his chest bounced, nipples stiff and leaking, dampening him with milk.
Aventurine looked so debauched Ratio almost came just from looking up at him, with his face flushed, his narrowed gaze fixed on Ratio, grin satisfied and sly as he took in Ratio's messy state. His eyes darkened with desire, so ravenous it struck Ratio, pinned down beneath his stare, quivering and frozen by the intensity, his carnal desires on complete display for Aventurine.
He couldn’t look away from him- looking at his crumpled shirt, some of the seams torn, his pants equally as creased and dirtied with cum, mess worsening as he thrust into Ratio with slick, wet movements, angling his hips just right so none of his cum leaked out, sloshing within.
His gaze locked onto Aventurine's cock spreading his hole wide, and at the sight hot tears gushed from him, overwhelming him with so much arousal he couldn’t help but cry. So much, so overpowering, the arousal within too potent. Aventurine's cock filled him so much, he couldn’t even think about thinking, knowing he moaned, babbled, cried and Aventurine just fucked him harder, as Ratio sobbed and leaked over himself.
‘It’s- it’s so good,’ Ratio cried out, tears streaming down his face as he tried to look at Aventurine, ‘need- ah, need you, don’t stop, don’t- don’t leave- oh, oh, it’s too good, I- I need you, Aventurine, need, ah- need everything-’
‘If you want it, you get it,’ Aventurine promised again, voice ragged as he thrust into him with a slap of his hips, ‘I’ll come soon,’ he teased, just to watch Ratio shake and try to twist his thighs out Aventurine's grip to lock around him. Yet Aventurine just laughed, fucking him hard enough that Ratio writhed and couldn’t move. ‘Don’t worry- I’ll only come in you-’
Pleased with that, Ratio tried to move back and squeeze his cock in encouragement. Aventurine gasped above him, hair messy and less styled, face flushed, gaze fixated on Ratio and roaming over his body, watching Ratio's cock twitch on his stomach, his chest bounce with every thrust and leak, to Ratio's teary eyes and reddened, parted lips as he moans for him.
He thought they came together- it felt hard to separate himself from Aventurine, just knowing it tore through both of them, coming before he could even acknowledge it, just as he felt Aventurine fill him. Both moaned, shuddering against the other, with Aventurine near collapsing over him, still thrusting into him as Ratio weakly cried out, still pressing back for more even as oversensitivity prickled him, the pleasure hurting as much as it satisfied.
Wanting to reach for Aventurine, to hold him in contentment, he couldn’t even lift his arms, pressing back against him as much as he could as a heaviness overtook his body, hoping that expressed to Aventurine he wanted him close. Yet instead, his eyes fluttered shut, and he listened to Aventurine gently call his name as warmth overtook him.
Slowly, Ratio blinked, confused as through the haze of sleep he felt hands on his sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver. As his eyes fluttered open, he saw Aventurine seated beside him, concentrating on Ratio's naked body, so tired and numb he could barely move.
Unfortunately, clarity sunk in. The more severe effects may have drained from him. With that, a certain wariness crept in, recalling all he’d done, how he’d begged and moaned, how he’d clung to Aventurine so fiercely.
Seeing him tiredly awaken, Aventurine smiled at him, drawing away as he studied Ratio's expression. ‘Ah, you’re awake. Hope you slept well. Oh, and hope you’re not feeling as… intense; you could use a break, I know you’re tired.’ Aventurine stood up, idly chatting as he moved around, picking up dirty fabric as Ratio cringed to see him touching his dirty underwear, piling it all up. ‘I think I figured out your machine, so I'll get some more laundry done, don’t worry. I know the sheets need cleaning, too. And if you can actually eat, I’ll order something for us.’
Awkward and unsure, Ratio tried to move to hide himself, his body completely naked and exposed, and even if Aventurine had already seen it, and been inside him, that didn’t mean he needed to keep looking at him in such a state. Yet he failed to sit upright, and his arms flopped uselessly as he tried to pull the sheets closer.
Unfortunately, Aventurine misunderstood. ‘Oh, do you want a drink?’ Seeing Ratio's movements, he made that assumption, and quickly came back to his side. Sitting on the bed, Aventurine's hands helped him sit upright.
Yet as he did, Ratio tried again to pull at the sheets and hide, watching the understanding slowly dawn on Aventurine, who looked away with a wry smile.
‘Of course.’ Aventurine pulled the sheet over him, ensuring it covered most of his body, to which Ratio grasped for it, pulling it tight and bunching it closer to his shoulders, wincing as it rubbed against his oversensitive chest. ‘Sorry, doc… for not redressing you yet. I didn’t think you’d wake up, and… well, you seemed upset in your sleep when I wiped you clean, I figured you needed to not have anything touch you and recover.’
At that, Ratio's eyes widened, realising he’d been completely wiped clean. Despite his tiredness, his skin felt refreshed, not sticky or sweaty. Then, embarrassment spread through him in a hot wave. He felt no cum inside. That meant Aventurine had fingered him as he slept to get it out. Vulnerability prickling him, he looked away from Aventurine, unable to meet his eyes, doubting he could again.
‘I’ll run you a bath,’ Aventurine promised, standing to walk away, yet paused at Ratio's dejected expression. ‘I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to upset you. I… hope you feel better in some way. And doctor, it's okay, I know I wouldn’t have been your first choice.’
Confused, Ratio looked to him, trying to push aside his tiredness to understand his expression. ‘What- do you mean?
‘I don’t want you to feel my feelings were forced on you,’ Aventurine said simply, as if that were the most obvious answer, ‘I know this may make things awkward, especially if you disliked my touch.’
Even more confused, Ratio slowly shook his head. ‘No, that’s…. that’s what I thought, that’s my… reasoning for you not liking it.
Aventurine laughed, genuinely amused. ‘Oh, Ratio, how could you have forced me into anything? So weak from it all…’
‘I… did hold you rather tightly,’ Ratio replied, tone apologetic, resisting the urge to turn away.
‘Oh, you did, but I could’ve broken free, I just didn’t want to, or risk hurting you by doing so.’
‘My… my begging may have inspired you to act,’ Ratio tried to explain, ‘therefore guilting you into it.’
Aventurine stared at him, slowly approaching. He raised his hand, tentatively, then slowly brushed his fingers through Ratio's hair. ‘You need to rest,’ he murmured, ‘we’ll talk about this later.’
Ratio nodded slowly, a shiver travelling along his spine as Aventurine lightly petted his hair. Carefully, keeping his gaze lowered so he did not have to see Aventurine's expression, his hand slowly reached out, and his fingers lightly tugged at Aventurine's shirt, a silent ask for something he couldn’t say. Awaiting rejection with a trembling, baited breath, he felt Aventurine's hand freeze in his hair.
Without a word, Aventurine understood, and lowered himself down beside Ratio, allowing Ratio to carefully pull him closer, each settling on the bed. Laying there, with Aventurine's breath tickling his skin, contentment mixed with worry, as another question came to mind.
‘Aventurine...’ Ratio murmured, voice low and quiet, heartbeat fluttering as Aventurine made a sound of acknowledgement, ‘if you… do not mind, would you be able to… to… massage me again?’
He’d braced for rejection, yet in reply Aventurine's fingers found his tired body, lightly skimming over his sides. ‘Of course, I’d be happy to.’ Aventurine's fingers pressed against him, working through the tense, aching muscles as Ratio gasped softly. ‘Anything you want.’
As Aventurine's fingers brushed against the side of his chest, he shivered. ‘Here, especially… is where I need it.’
‘Still hurts, does it?’ Aventurine asked, already moving as much as he could to gently rub the underside of Ratio's swollen chest.
‘Yes… I’m sorry, I… it’s still…’ Ratio couldn’t say it, even as he felt himself leak from Aventurine's touch.
‘Don’t worry. However you need me to help, I will,’ Aventurine reminded him, and Ratio tried not to linger on that, wondering what he’d even done to deserve Aventurine's attention, ‘so relax, doctor, let me take care of you.’
Ratio nodded, gasping from Aventurine's touch, easing the tension from his body and helping him to relax. He didn’t feel quite as aroused as he had, a lingering sensation of it still thrumming beneath the surface, yet drowned out by his sheer exhaustion.
And so, relaxing into Aventurine's touch, Ratio let out a small, contented noise, and had to trust that even if he felt unsure of what he’d done to earn Aventurine's care, he knew Aventurine wanted to give it. Just as he wanted to enjoy Aventurine, subtly pressing closer with him as Aventurine's hands tended to him, doing exactly what he’d promised, and giving him what he needed most.