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“...as the turgid, purple-veined stem pressed fervently against his blossoming rosebud, eager to spill its viscous nectar...”
Aventurine shifted from where he was lying on his sofa, feeling his own turgid stem stiffen. There was a pile of paperwork waiting for him on his very pristine desk, work he should have been stressing over, but his favorite story had recently been updated, and so goodbye priorities. Waiting for the day to end would have been pure torture. He wouldn't have been capable of concentrating, anyway, not when he knew the delicious filth that would be waiting for him.
Months ago, an accidental click on some shady ad had led him to a website full of badly written smut and unending epics. Not so fond of this kind of literature, Aventurine had scrolled for a bit, filled with morbid curiosity. Until the mix of a blank cover and cliché title had caught his attention. Even now, Aventurine couldn't tell what had pushed him to click on it. But it was certainly one of the best choices of his life.
While Steamy nights at the IPC : teaching my bratty coworker how to love didn't have many fans – the author had exactly six followers, half of them being Aventurine's alt accounts – it had some of the best prose on this website. In Aventurine's very unbiased opinion, at least. And that wasn't counting the lengthy, girthy descriptions, or the fact that the main character was his ideal type. Truly, landing on this website had been a stroke of luck. And now, just as the main couple was about to–
“Gambler,” said the man whose face he had been plastering onto the protagonist. “Aren't you getting tired of this?”
Aventurine dropped his phone on his face. An unpretty noise, that sounded a bit too much like the screeching of a tire, escaped him before he could think. He scrambled back up until he was sitting again, knees to his chest to better hide his deflating boner. Standing there, next to a door he was pretty sure was closed minutes ago, Ratio was staring at him.
“I don't get what you mean–” Aventurine started, but the lie immediately died in his throat. He had no idea what Ratio was getting at, but acting too defensive would only lead to suspicion. Better to divert his attention. “What are you even doing there? Shouldn't you be working in your lab?”
“I'm not sure whether you've realized,” Ratio said, irritatingly not taking the bait, “But you always keep your phone's screen so bright.”
“Excuse me?”
With a defeated look, the one he had when he was forced to explain something to an idiot, Ratio closed the door. Aventurine would have liked it better had they been on opposite sides of the door. He still had a chapter to finish, after all. But they seemed to have different plans, and he could only watch as Ratio took a seat. On the same fucking sofa. Aventurine was starting to think he was doing this on purpose.
“I would appreciate it if you could pay more attention to your surroundings when you're... reading this kind of thing,” Ratio said. He looked as uncomfortable as him, if not more. Great. Karma for ruining his reading session. “I know you're doing this on purpose, and we'd have had this conversation either way, but if you could not do that during important meetings...”
So he had seen it. Aventurine had never taken Ratio to be the type to read over people's shoulders, but he couldn't fault the man. In the world of business, being informed of what both your allies and enemies were up to was always an advantage. And had a colleague been so absorbed on their phone, he'd have gotten curious too. Still, that didn't mean Ratio had the right to barge into his office without knocking, and especially not when he was this busy with 'work'.
“What does that even have to do with you?”
“You don't need to act so obtuse. Are you not aware of the rumors that could spread if other people knew?”
“So what? You kept complaining because I was spending too much time in casinos,” Aventurine mumbled, pushing a foot against Ratio's side, half playful, half vindictive. He wasn't going to let him know how little he wanted to have this conversation with him. Or with anyone else. Because he was perfectly fine having any other kind of conversation with Ratio. So much so that he would gladly exchange his rare jerking off time for it, as long as they wouldn't be talking about said jerking off time. “And now you won't let me read in peace either. Am I not allowed to have hobbies?”
Ratio opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. His glasses had slipped down his nose, and Aventurine, who was greatly enjoying all the changes in his expression, had to fight back the urge to put them back in place. Until Ratio blurted out, with visible confusion: “...Hobbies?”
“Did you think I was playing roulette for the money?”
“I'm obviously talking about my–” Ratio fell silent for a moment. Aventurine could almost hear the gears turning in his head, so he poked him again, hoping to take him out of his dazed state, but it turned out to be the wrong strategy. As he was reaching his target, Ratio grabbed his ankle, before settling his foot onto his lap. And well. Aventurine wasn't going to complain about it. The warmth of his hand, even through the layer of his pants, was in truth better than the steamiest novel he could find online. “I'm just confused as to how you found out about that story. It barely has any readers and... Honestly, it never crossed my mind that you could be into that kind of thing.”
Aventurine felt warmth rise to his cheeks. He knew Ratio would have the decency not to judge him for that. But to know how unpopular Steamy Nights was, he must have done some research. And while Aventurine did feel somewhat flattered that Ratio had looked into his interests, it didn't make it any less embarrassing.
“Why else would I be reading it?”
Ratio stared at him for a long, strange second, which only made his face burn more. There really was something wrong with him today. The both of them. That, or Aventurine needed to stop reading so much into things. “I expected you to feel much more uncomfortable.”
“Why would I? It's one of the most vanilla things I've ever read.” Aventurine shrugged, as casually as he could, but he knew that wasn't fooling anyone. “As unrealistic as it can be, it's still a decent way to pass the time.”
“Unrealistic? How so?”
Aventurine leaned back against the armrest. The minuscule thing was not enough to accommodate his back, but he feared changing his position to something more comfortable would mean losing the gentle grip on his leg. At some point, Ratio had slipped his thumb under the hem of his pants. And while it was probably an accident, Aventurine didn't want to let go of that warm, intimate sensation.
“I don't want to criticize, but the writing makes the characters seem a bit too perfect,” he said, trying to show some disdain for the thing he had been devouring minutes ago. Neither his first time nor the ones that had followed had ever managed to make him reach the state of excitation that some random webnovel did. Though that wasn't something he was willing to admit. “They barely feel human. And all these long chapters about eating ass. Have you ever met someone who was actually into that?”
“I'm not sure I'd call that unrealistic,” Ratio leaned closer, determination dancing in his eyes. Nothing of his earlier agitation remained, and had Aventurine been a little less distracted by their proximity, he'd have been more curious about these mood swings. “And if you're basing yourself on personal experiences, I think I might be able to change your mind.”
Despite his smile, Aventurine could only feel confusion. Never in his life had he ever felt so lost for words. It might have been a joke. But Ratio wasn't the type to joke about things like that. “Is that an offer?”
“Only if you want it to be.”
There was a short pause. Sleeping with Ratio was something that wasn't supposed to happen in real life. Sure, he had imagined him during his alone time once – alright, a bit more than once – but that didn't mean he was prepared for it. No candles, no sexy lingerie, only this boring office to set the mood. There was too high a chance that it would end up a fiasco, that would destroy both his sexual fantasies and his respect for Ratio, that they would never talk again. The risk was so high. And maybe that's why Aventurine wanted to take it.
“Fine, then,” he said. He had abandoned the idea of acting nonchalant. “Let's say we– uh?”
Before he could finish his sentence, a mass pushed him down, and Aventurine found himself, once again, back against the soft cushions of his sofa. Except that now there were lips pressing against his neck, and hands trailing down his body, brushing against his skin as they worked the buttons of his shirt. Aventurine stared at the fancy chandelier that hung above him, not daring to touch Ratio back, as if the wrong move would wake him from this dream.
Only when his underwear joined his pants on the floor did he truly realize his situation. Being naked in front of someone was a thing. Being naked in front of Veritas Ratio was another. And the way Ratio was staring at him, at the place between his legs, wasn't much reassurance. Aventurine still expected it to be some kind of cruel joke, and it was only half jokingly that he asked: “Not to your taste?”
“On the contrary,” Ratio murmured. The ice-cold sides of his glasses pushed against his thighs as he did his best to place his face between his legs, the sofa far too small for two. His index traced a line between his perineum to Aventurine's hardening cock, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. “Everything is exactly as I imagined it.”
Aventurine never got to ask what he meant by that. Ratio had buried his face between his thighs and, without letting him a second to think, latched his mouth onto his hole.
Unfamiliar was all it was for a moment. Until the sensation settled in, a simple tingle that turned into countless shudders as Ratio spread his ass to better lap at his rim. A soft gasp escaped from his parted lips when he felt his tongue push against his entrance, his walls gladly welcoming this hot, wet intrusion. Aventurine reached for his scalp, fingers tangling in his hair as he grinded against his face, chasing mind-numbing pleasure in a way that would no doubt make him blush later on.
He was only getting used to it when Ratio pulled his tongue out, letting it trail up to the base of his cock, while with a finger he filled the emptiness he had left behind.
“Wait,” Aventurine said, voice breaking into a whimper when a second finger joined the first, making use of the saliva coating his insides to stretch him painlessly. He feared that he would come too soon, even before Ratio could close his mouth around his shaft. “Wait, stop.”
Ratio reluctantly looked up, with foggy glasses and lips glossy with saliva, and, at that moment, Aventurine decided erotica wouldn't be enough anymore. This simple view was hotter than any raunchy story he had read before.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, fingers still pressing deep inside, as if they dreaded pulling away from him.
“Aeons, no. But I don't want to be the only one having fun.”
“I was more than enjoying myself,” Ratio said, and this time, Aventurine had no trouble believing it. “But if you insist.”
Without losing his hold on him, Ratio sat up and reached for his zipper. Aventurine tried not to stare, but he couldn't help stealing a glance at what would soon be inside him. Oh, good heavens. How did Ratio even manage to walk, when he had this thing between his legs? Was that what his favorite writers envisioned with their 'heavenly pillars' and 'swords of pleasure'?
“I'll keep it slow,” Ratio promised, as if he had read his thoughts. His hand skimmed across his chest, trailing up to his nipples in an attempt to distract him. The rare times someone had deigned to pay attention to anything that wasn't the pleasure he could give them, it had been scratches and bites that had been red days afterwards. So this, the simple brush of a finger against his raised skin, nothing but pure bliss. Feeling the muscles in his body relax, Ratio gently pushed against his entrance. “Tell me if you ever need me to stop.”
Even with all the preparation in the world, Aventurine doubted he could have ever felt ready for the stretch that followed. Staying relaxed was near impossible when he was being spread so wide, but the worst part was the way Ratio was staring at him, like he was beautiful, like he couldn't take his eyes off of him. Aventurine was about to make a joke – for the sake of his sanity, he'd rather not let Ratio pretend this meant more than it did – when he felt a brush against his prostate, and his whole body went tense.
“Are you okay?” Ratio asked, as he gently wiped away the tears that had been pearling at his eyes. A light flush adorned his cheeks, as if to match the one on Aventurine's face.
“Having the– ngh, time of my life, doc.” With an encouraging smile, he grinded against him, pulling him deeper. His walls clamped hard around him, a sign that maybe they should have prepped some more, but Aventurine wasn't going to admit defeat so soon. “Don't you dare stop. Please.”
That last word seemed to be effective, because soon enough Ratio was moving again, forcing whimpers out of him with every thrust. Aventurine hadn't slept with anyone in months, too absorbed by the words on his screen, and this feeling of fullness after so long was a special kind of ecstasy. Far from the intense, burning pleasure he had heard so much about, it was like a torpor had taken over his body, making his limbs grow heavy as Ratio's hands wandered across his body.
Moans spilled endlessly from his mouth as Ratio kissed his neck, gnawed at his earlobes, all while slowly rolling his hips. Aventurine let himself drift away, pushing back against him as much as he could. His phone, which had slipped under him, uncomfortably dug into his back, but he didn't dare pull it away. One wrong move and he might lose the delicious friction against his prostate.
He felt a hand wrap around him, its rhythm as painfully slow as the thrusts in his ass, and Aventurine had to bite his lip not to fill the room with his cries. No amount of shockwaves, firework explosions and other cliché expressions could have ever prepared him for the influx of pleasure that spread through him. He arched his back, grabbing onto Ratio's back for support, as an embarrassingly loud moan escaped his mouth.
He was still coming down from his high when Ratio pulled him close, their bodies squeezed together as he reached his own peak, his hot breath spilling over his skin. Something sticky soon started running down the line of his ass where their bodies were joined, threatening to ruin his dear sofa. Aventurine rushed to swap their positions. It would be terribly awkward if someone were to enter the room, only to find him naked from the waist down as he cuddled with his colleague, but his dignity wasn't a priority right now. And if he pretended to be exhausted – which he was, surprisingly, despite Ratio doing all the work – the doctor might let him lie on him for a bit.
“So,” Ratio said when Aventurine had stopped squirming around. “Would you still call it unrealistic?”
“I guess not.” Face pillowed by his broad chest, Aventurine turned his eyes towards him. There, his tempting lips. Now that they were done, he couldn't find a good excuse to kiss him. “It's not what I expected but... I suppose it wasn't too bad.”
“I'm glad you could appreciate my skills,” Ratio said with a chuckle, but there was a hint of awkwardness in his voice. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Aventurine, as if he expected him to pull away at any moment, before clearing his throat. “But I still need to know if you're fine with it. If you want me to delete the things I wrote about us, I want you to be honest with me.”
“You– what?”
“That stupid webnovel. I admit it was a bad idea, and I still don't know how you managed to find out about it, but how else was I supposed to deal with my sexual desires? Perhaps I should've looked for another muse, but I– why are you making that face?”
What the fuck. Aventurine stared at him with wide eyes, but the more he stared and the less he understood. Ratio had been writing erotica? And about him, of all people? No, Aventurine must have heard wrong. The sex must have fried his neurons or done something to his ears, and he was now having auditory hallucinations. “Say that again?”
“I thought– I thought you knew. You were reading it so blatantly, I expected this to be some kind of prank, or an attempt at revenge. But when I tried to confront you today, you–"
“S'fine,” Aventurine mumbled, because he didn't have the heart to feel angry, not when Ratio seemed so sorry. His favorite author, his colleague-turned-crush, he had never thought of merging these two identities. And sure, learning about it when they just had sex was more than just a bit weird, especially when Ratio had preferred to share his fantasies with the rest of the universe rather than with the one person it concerned. But he could accept this as another one of Ratio's many, many eccentricities. And right now, he had some more important things to do. “When do you need to get back to work?”
“I should have been back by now. Why?”
“Take the day off.” Propped on his forearms, he brought his face closer, until Ratio couldn't avoid his eyes. Despite the many hours Aventurine had spent reading his stories, he had just started to understand what made kisses so appealing. And Ratio always described them so well. He must have been an expert there, too. Their lips brushed as Aventurine whispered against his mouth, his heart racing from anticipation. “I need to check how realistic the rest of your work was.”