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Being alone for a week shouldn’t be a problem for someone like Aventurine. However, things have changed, he’s changed. And he’s learned that he is a clingy, attention seeking creature.

All because of one supposedly stuffy Doctor named Veritas Ratio.

No one tells you that falling in love means the longing for your partner gets worse after getting together. Getting used to waking up to Veritas every morning became the norm for Aventurine, and now this annoying business trip put a stop to his morning routine of being snuggled up with his lovely boyfriend.

He really shouldn’t even be complaining. He literally just got the text that Veritas is on his way back. It’s only been a few days. A few too many days, in his opinion.

However he’s got a remedy for his yearning. Sure, he could wait the hour or so for Veritas to walk through the door, but where’s the fun in that?

So he has a little plan, a game, a gamble, if you will. Something that will sate his needs, and if he’s lucky , will be a grand surprise of a show for Veritas when he comes home.

In all honesty, it’s the Doctor’s fault. If it weren’t for him, Aventurine’s insatiable libido wouldn’t be a thing. Never in his life was Aventurine so absolutely needy for another man; but really, who wouldn’t be if they got to be with the Veritas Ratio?

Though, it is amusing how different the universe perceives Veritas. His career has made him strict and blunt, but never less kind. Still, few people understand Veritas' kindness. Aventurine didn’t at first, but he knows it well now. Perhaps too well considering there once was a time that Veritas was drowning in research and not-so-kindly told Aventurine to leave his study; moments later, after he had left the room, Veritas came out pathetically distraught and followed Aventurine around the house the rest of the day like a kicked puppy.

Sometimes it’s a bit overwhelming, but he really can’t fault Veritas for that, Aventurine also has his own issues. So maybe that’s why this little twisted game he’s about to play comes to mind.

If Veritas is the kinder one of the two, then that naturally confirms Aventurine to be the meaner one. Not that it matters, Veritas diligently takes whatever the blond gives in the bedroom – and outside.

So sue him for wanting to make his sex life more adventurous without his boyfriend's knowledge. He already knows Veritas will drop to his knees before Aventurine even utters a word.

Dressed in nothing but his silk bathrobe, Aventurine pockets his phone – and lube – and makes his way to the kitchen to gather a few supplies. Another thing that has been instilled in him since being with Veritas: he always needed to make sure any strenuous activities had proper nourishment in its aftermath. Thankfully, the catcakes were scheduled to have a playdate with Topaz’s pets. It's one less thing he has to worry about. Gathering a couple of water bottles and snacks, Aventurine happily carries his spoils to his next destination, humming quietly as he walks.

Aventurine doesn’t often come into the studio, only when Veritas gets inspiration for another art project and he finds himself responsible for both of their dietary needs. It’s a shame really, since their get-together story was so intertwined with this very room. His footsteps echo against the walls of the studio, followed by a clattering when he haphazardly drops his supplies on a nearby supply cart and wheeling it over to the large table in the center of the room.

With that out of the way, he makes his way to the back corner where his prize of the day is. As soon as he laid eyes on the statue, the one that catalyzed the pathetic excuse for a hopeless romantic that he now is, Aventurine couldn't help but smile. He runs a finger along the sculpted jawline with a pleased hum. The resemblance to Veritas himself is still so striking. Aeons his boyfriend is so damned talented, and it drives him insane. Only someone as perfect and determined as Veritas could sculpt such beauty; all the way down to the anatomical accuracy of his boyfriend's cock.

“Hello old friend,” Aventurine says with a sultry lilt. “Apologies for abandoning you after just one use, but don’t worry. I have a plan for today that will hopefully make up for it.” Aventurine takes a step back to admire the statue. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he initiates his plan. Gorgeous as ever with its carefully carved body, the waves of marble hair looks near realistic enough to run fingers through. The only minor disappointment is the flat, neutral expression the statue has. A shame; Aventurine would have loved to have a permanent reminder of Veritas' face twisted in pleasure. 

It doesn't matter though, the most important asset of the statue is its cock, something Aventurine can say is practically identical to the real thing. However, Veritas had insisted on making it safer for use. It didn’t cause any harm the first time, but Aventurine supposes even perfectly polished marble could lead to injury no matter how smooth it may be. The solution was a thin coating of silicone to fill in any porous spots and to make the glide easier. And boy, Aventurine was excited to finally try this new version of the statue.

“Now, I have something here that will make this so much more interesting. I do hope my lovely boyfriend is as into this as I am. I’m sure he will be, but just to make sure, I do need you to make a mess of me. A dazzling show that will entice him to join in the moment he lays eyes on me.” He chuckles, fully knowing the statue can’t respond. Pulling a small box from his robe’s pocket, Aventurine brought the object up to the light. It was a simple curio containment box, the heart-shaped curio floating weightlessly in the center, unable to activate until it’s used.

Of course, when he was looking for something fun to use, he wasn’t expecting to come across such a curio, but it did spark an idea that took him by surprise. This curious little thing, named Stick To Enliven – a silly name really –  does exactly what its name entails. Once it’s attached to an object, it animates it – with a personality , whatever that means. Essentially bringing said object to “life.” The closer the object is to a living being, the more lifelike the animated object should be. So, in theory, attached to a human-like statue, the curio should give the statue mobility and enough sentience to understand commands.

Aventurine didn’t really read through the entire description before placing a bid on the curio. He decided to test his luck and see how it worked for himself. Veritas will surely scold him for being so reckless but, in his defense, old habits die hard, and, frankly, he wishes to be as hard as his habits. Before he begins this new adventure, he takes his phone from his pocket and places it on the table. He’s sure to get a message from Veritas when he arrives back on the planet, and he wouldn’t dare miss the opportunity to make sure he's as presentable as possible.

Everything is now in place: snacks, water, the curio, and the statue. Now, all Aventurine needs to do is put the plan in motion. It is a little nerve wracking sure, but that won't stop him. He makes his way back to the statue, and once he is back in front of it, he opens the curio’s box and takes out the heart-shaped object. It's a thin, shiny material that pretty much looks like a large sticker. Well, given its name that did make sense. Curio’s are often more mystical in concept, but there are still some that are as simple as this.

His eyes move from the curio to the statue, and he smiles. With excited adrenaline flowing through his veins, he places the curio onto the stone – right on its chest where a real heart would be.

At first nothing happens, and Aventurine is slightly worried he was scammed, but then, there's a soft purplish glow from the curio. He watches intently as the sound of stone grinding against stone fills the room. There's a bit of a crumbling noise, but soon, the statue of Veritas detaches from its marble seat and  stares down at Aventurine. The joints of the statue glow with that same purple light from it, it's probably some spatial manipulation that lets the inanimate object freely move without risk of damage.

Well. Now the fun begins.

Aventurine smiles up at the statue, running a hand across a polished chest.

“Look at you, free from that stiff position finally.” He motions for the statue to follow him, and they make their way to the center table. With a sly wink, Aventurine takes a seat on the edge of the table, shifting just enough to allow the silk robe to slip off a shoulder. Does it really matter if he attempts to seduce a statue? Who knows, but he’ll have his fun setting up this scenario if he wants. “Come on now, I’ve already prepared for you. No need for unnecessary foreplay.”

He lays back on the table, grateful that Veritas insisted on getting a soft fabric tablecloth to cover it. The robe slips further down his arms, nearly exposing his full chest. Reaching down between his now spread legs, Aventurine plays with the plug fit snugly in his ass. A low sigh escapes him as he gently thrusts the toy in and out of his hole. Glancing between his legs, he can see the statue seemingly watching him, its fingers flexing as if it's holding itself back.

That’s certainly an ego boost. Aventurine being seductive enough to enthrall stone wasn’t something he thought he would ever experience but, hey, his charm works wonders.

“You’re allowed to touch. I’m here for you after all.” Biting his lip, Aventurine moans as he finally takes the plug out, letting his hole clench around nothing as the excess lube drips out of him. Normally, it's a sight that has Veritas red faced, barely breathing as he stares at Aventurine like he’s the last meal on the planet. He doesn’t get that with a straight-faced statue, but what he does get is something that surprises him more.

A marble hand rests itself on his knee, as the other hand gently caresses his cheek. Aventurine stares up at the statue wide-eyed and lost at how human the interaction is. Fingers thread through his blond hair, pushing it away from his face.

“ Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. ” Veritas' voice echoes through Aventurine’s mind, and Aventurine thinks that maybe he was so caught up in the moment he imagined it. But it happens again. “ You seem startled. Did you not know communication could be part of this curio’s abilities? ”

Aventurine’s mouth goes dry; no, of course not. He didn’t bother to look past its main use. Oh, this is going to be far more real than what he was expecting.

“No. I didn’t.” He smiles, forcing the surprise away and lightly glides his calf along the statue's hip. “But this makes things so much more interesting. Now I don’t have to imagine what my boyfriend’s voice would be like. A truly immersive experience.”

A hum echoes into his mind, and the statue moves its hands to untie the robe still draped over Aventurine’s body. The silky fabric easily slides off his skin, pooling around him in a puddle of shimmering green. He slips his arms out of the sleeves, leaving himself bare in front of his boyfriend's replica.

“ It’s a shame the curio doesn’t allow for facial movements. I would love to be able to kiss you, and to savor the taste of your body as you lose yourself to pleasure .”

Oh . Was Veritas always like this? Always so forward? Aventurine can’t remember. His mind is blank, his focus is purely on the feeling of smooth, polished marble hands trailing down his chest. There is just enough roughness to the stone that every touch leaves goosebumps across his skin. It is far different from the warm, calloused hands of the real Veritas, though nonetheless enjoyable.

“Maybe I should dig deeper for a curio that can do that.” And if he can’t find one, he’ll have his genius boyfriend make one. His back arches as the statue's hands rest on his hips, pulling him closer to itself. Just a little closer and he could probably feel the statue’s cock against his, and as much as he would love the friction, he didn’t spend the morning preparing himself just for some one-sided frotting. “How would you like me? I’m open to whatever you wish.”

The statue tilts its head, and Aventurine swears he can picture that adorable expression Veritas wears when he’s thinking.

“ On your stomach. You’ll be facing the doorway, perfect for your surprise, yes? ”

With no hesitation, Aventurine rolls over, resting his chin on folded arms as he keeps his ass in the air by standing on his toes.

“I didn’t even mention what I’m doing. How did you know?” He shutters as a hand comes down and traces his spine. Everything is so… gentle… so Veritas; it’s hard to consider this statue anything but the man himself.

“ It’s not hard to determine the cause of this. Despite what it may seem, I am my own entity, but I do fundamentally share the same mind as the Doctor himself .” This is what the description meant by “personality;” that’s the only explanation Aventurine could come up with in his hazy mind. A bottle clicks open and cold liquid drips down his entrance, making Aventurine gasp. Glancing behind him, he can see the statue pouring the lube on its cock, coating it until it's shining in contrast to the rest of its stone body. The bottle is placed next to the water, and marble fingers are instantly back on Aventurine’s hips. “ I do not wish to cause you harm. Please speak up if there is any discomfort or pain .”

Aventurine can only nod in agreement. It's hard to think when there’s a cold, hard cock pushing inside him. Aeons, it’s only been a week since he last properly got off, yet Aventurine releases a loud, needy moan once the statue is fully settled inside him. Even with his mind swimming in pleasure, he realizes that he desperately misses Veritas' touch. Only Aventurine would be deranged enough to want his boyfriend so badly that he’d make a replica statue come to life and fuck him senseless in Veritas' absence.

He curls his fingers into the tablecloth, seeking some form of leverage as he starts to slowly rock back against his stone partner. It felt just as good as, if not better than, the first time. The silicone coating was a good call, it is more comfortable this way. The statue leans over him, pressing him farther into the table, and barely brushes its nose against his shoulder. It shouldn’t make his stomach flip, but it does, and there’s a slight underlying guilt nagging at the back of his mind.

Could he really not have waited until Veritas walked through the door?

“ Fuck! ” That thought is instantly dropped as the statue pulls back and thrusted roughly into Aventurine’s waiting body. He’s sure his legs will be bruised, but that's fine. Having solid marble slamming into him is worth it for how good he feels right now. The statue moves with inhuman precision, hitting Aventurine’s prostate with every thrust. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as the pleasure coursed through his body. His moans fill the room and he almost misses the sound of his phone alerting to a message.

“ Hmm, he’s almost here. This may be your last chance to back out, otherwise I will take what I want without hesitation .” There’s a teasing tone to the statue’s voice, as if Aventurine would choose now to stop. He shakes his head, voice lost to the string of moans his companion was pulling from him. “ Very well; I’d say prepare yourself, but you know what you’ve gotten yourself into. All this just to get ‘caught’ by your dear lover. Terribly pathetic on your end .”

Veritas is just a few minutes away now, but Aventurine can't keep his head up anymore. It's too much, but it feels so good. He doesn’t want it to stop, even as his body becomes limp from the pleasure. He drops his head against one of his arms right as the faint sound of the front door being opened signaling Veritas' return.

A marble hand came up to tangle into blond hair and Aventurine’s head is pulled up to look at the doorway.

“Vasha?” Veritas' sweet, inviting voice calls out and Aventurine is slipping further into a haze.

“ Keep your head up. You don’t deserve to hide right now. You wanted this, so make good on your word and show him how selfish you are. So selfish that you couldn’t even wait for his return .” Such harsh words said with that same loving, sweet voice makes Aventurine’s head swim. Veritas calls out for him again, but Aventurine’s only response is a choked half sob, half moan as another rough thrust hits his prostate.

Shame builds up as hurried footsteps scramble closer. Within seconds Veritas' panicked and concerned face fills Aventurine’s vision.

“Vasha? Are you alright–” Veritas — poor, sweet Veritas — freezes at the sight before him. He had his chalk ready just in case, but it falls from his ready hand along with his house keys in the other. Aventurine watches as concern fades to shock, and as blush rises to Veritas' pretty face. For just a moment, Veritas could not take his eyes off of his boyfriend, the longer he watched the more obvious his own arousal was visible. “ Oh .”

Watching that realization finally kick in, Aventurine whines, grateful he was spot on about his dear Doctor being into this. However, he miscalculated how much he missed Veritas' flustered face, and, as pathetic as it was, it's enough to send Aventurine over the edge. His back arches as his release stains the cloth beneath him; the statue giving him no rest as it fucks him through his orgasm into near painful overstimulation. He loves every second of it.

“ Just seeing him was enough? What a sorry state for a human to be in .”

The statue seems annoyed at best, but Aventurine doesn't care. His shame was fueling his adrenaline filled state.

Within seconds of nearly blacking out, there are warm hands on him, pulling him up, and a stone arm wrapped snugly against his waist as their position shifted to sitting on the bench. He’s still stuffed full of marble cock, and the change makes it hit deeper than before, causing him to groan. Warmth covers Aventurine’s cheeks, brushing away all the shed tears, and he finally opens his eyes to see the lovely sight of wine-red and gold.

“Kakavasha? What is this? Are you okay?” Veritas runs his fingers through blond hair, lifting an opened water bottle to Aventurine’s lips. He nods before sipping the water, the refreshing liquid bringing him further into reality. “Did… Did I do something wrong? Forget something? I apologize if I have. I’m so sorry, please forgive me, Vasha. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please… please let me make you feel pleasure too.”

He's not necessarily surprised with Veritas' offer, but Aventurine did expect there to be a little more resistance or frustration. Although, Veritas already looks as gone as gone could be. His pupils are blown, constantly flicking between Aventurine’s face and where he is still connected to the statue. A deep flush spreads across his face and down his neck. Not to mention the obvious arousal already prominently making itself known within the Doctor’s pants.

Maybe Aventurine underestimated how affected his boyfriend would be seeing him on display like this.

“Mmm… You’re quite eager.” Aventurine smiles, tossing the water bottle onto the table and pulling Veritas closer by that damned chain on his chest. Their lips connect and Aeons , this was worth everything just to feel Veritas' lips against his own again. Despite his own desperation, Aventurine breaks the kiss; pulling away even as Veritas chased after him. “I missed you so much.”

Leaning back against the statue, Aventurine sports a sly smile as he lets his head rest against a stone shoulder. He knows how he looks right now. His hair’s a mess, body flushed red, and there's a noticeable bulge against his stomach where the statue is still buried deep inside of him. He’s a picture of temptation and desire that can’t be ignored by any man, especially the man in front of him.

Veritas licks his lips, his eyes are all over Aventurine’s body, drinking in every inch of his exposed skin.

“I- Uhm… I missed you too.” The words come out rough and desperate. It's probably taking a lot of restraint not to jump Aventurine right then and there. Another tug at the chain and Veritas complies instantly. The Doctor sits down on the bench in front of Aventurine, not wasting any time burying his face in the blond’s neck, littering the skin with kisses and bites. Aventurine sighs, satisfied with the long awaited attention. He pulls Veritas closer, looping his arms around his boyfriend's neck nuzzling into soft, indigo hair.

Aventurine can feel himself faltering. Who would have thought just a few hot kisses and warm hands trailing down his torso would be enough to make him cave? He shudders when Veritas wraps a hand around his half hard cock, stroking him slow enough to make him squirm. There’s movement behind him, and, suddenly, the statue moves to hold his waist before rolling its hips, grinding into his waiting body with the same gentleness the real Veritas is giving him. 

If this is true bliss, then Aventurine would love to be stuck between two versions of his boyfriend forever. Quiet moans fall from his lips between pants of breath. His whole body feels warm and tingly from all of the attention, allowing him to slip into a hazy headspace. It doesn't take very long for him to get fully hard again, which, apparently for Veritas, means backing away and letting go, even when Aventurine whines in protest.

“Where are you going?” Aventurine puts on his best pout, and he knows it works when Veritas freezes in place. He leans forwards just enough to place a kiss on his boyfriend's neck as he fusses with the layers of clothing between them. Robes are removed, accessories thrown to the ground, and belt undone, tossed aside with little care. Veritas shakes off his clothes, being sure to kiss Aventurine between every movement. By the time his pants pool on the ground, Veritas is well kissed and breathless. “Be good and sit there, I’ll take care of you Veritas.”

 “ And I’ll take care of you .” The sudden voice startles Aventurine, almost forgetting the statue is capable of speaking. Aventurine hums in response, barely registering what that could mean as he leans down. The bench they are on isn't exactly big enough to hold three people, but it doesn’t stop Aventurine from regaining some of his bravado and taking Veritas' leaking cock into his hand. He smirks at the gasp caused by his deft fingers running over the slit, smearing the beading pre-cum across the tip. It’s a little awkward, but he's able to lean down enough to take his prize into his mouth.

Veritas moans as Aventurine's wet, hot mouth envelopes him, and he tangles his into blond hair. Aventurine has always been good with his mouth, whether it's talking, kissing, or sucking cock. It's truly unfair how talented the man is, and Veritas gets to have this all to himself. As Aventurine works his way down Veritas' shaft, the statue moves again. The slow grinding stops as it adjusts its position, standing now to allow Aventurine to stretch out comfortably along the bench. Then, solid hands lift his ass higher before pulling back and thrusting forward. It hits that sensitive bundle of nerves dead on, and Aventurine moans around Veritas' cock.

It’s like he weighs nothing. His knees aren’t even touching the bench anymore causing his legs to dangle mid-air.

“ Do you enjoy this? Being manhandled and used like you’re nothing? ”

Aventurine only moans in response.

Now, it’s not the first time Aventurine has found himself in the position between two men, but it never felt like this . Every thrust sends burning pleasure up his spine, and makes him choke on the cock in his mouth. Breathing is a little difficult, but he doesn't care. Aventurine digs his nails into the real Veritas' thighs as the pleasure builds up. It's the only thing he can do to stabilize himself while Veritas begins to thrust up into his mouth. Tears gather in the corner of his eyes, and he looks up at his boyfriend through his wet lashes. 

It's not a plea to slow down, it never is when he looks at Veritas like that; instead, it's a look full of need and want, begging Veritas for more . It’s been a week, Veritas should let go and chase his own desires. Aventurine is more than willing to provide his mouth for him to use freely.

Who is Veritas to deny such an offer? He knows that Aventurine gets off on this just as much as does. So, he picks up his own pace while pushing Aventurine’s head down to take all of him at once. The moan that vibrated around his cock is more than enough reassurance to keep going. At the same time, the statue picks up its pace, the sound of skin against stone echoes around them. Every thrust forces a short, high-pitched whimper from Aventurine; each one muffled by Veritas stuffing his throat full of cock.

Being used like this has never felt so good.

He makes it well known when he pulls away from Veritas for air, gasping after such rough treatment. He lets his head rest on Veritas' thigh, still being jostled by the statue fucking into him. Groaning, he wraps his hand around his boyfriend’s cock, stroking it with a barely steady hand.

“So good.” His words are slurred, looking up at Veritas with dazed eyes. “You feel so good , Veri.”

Veritas' cock twitches in his hand at the compliment, but the scholar frowns.

“I’m not… It’s not–” He flicks his eyes over to the statue of himself, pounding his boyfriend into the bench. The statue cocks its head, almost smugly, and jealousy flashes behind the real Veritas' eyes.

“I‘m made for you. Made for you to use. Always so good, so full with you.” The blond is staring blissfully up at his boyfriend, every moan confirming how much he’s enjoying himself. His resolve is faltering again, and he doesn’t mind. He’s getting well fucked on both ends. Maybe he should drop the act completely now. There’s no point in being Aventurine any further. “Only like this for you .”

“I’m better than him.”

“ I’m better than him .”

There’s only an amused chuckle in response, as both voices uttered the same words. It really was like having two Veritas’ at once. Well, it is exactly that, but that’s besides the point.

Mouthing at Veritas' cock again, he won’t take it into his mouth again just yet, only letting his tongue glide over the shaft until Veritas was tense. Kakavasha smiles at every hiss of pleasure he’s able to draw from the man.

“ He’s jealous .”

“I know.”

Veritas looks confused at the response. Almost like he doesn’t know why Kakavasha was talking.

“You can’t hear it?” Kakavasha withdraws his tongue, looking back up at those pretty, blown, wine-gold eyes. Veritas shakes his head. “Hmmm…maybe only I can… ahh …since I used the curi— oH . Statue talks. Tele pathy ~!”

In response, the statue slows, running a marble hand up Kakavasha’s spine.

“ Even better. I won’t hide my thoughts from you like he does .”

Kakavasha looks behind him at the handsomely sculpted face and raised a brow.

“What do you mean by that?”

“ What I mean is, all those repressed thoughts, everything the real Me is afraid to voice. I don’t get nervous or embarrassed; I’m intrinsically unable to .” The pace picks up again, the force of the thrusts push Kakavasha’s face into Veritas' stomach. “ If I wish to ruin you, I will without hesitation .”

It’s overwhelming, and Kakavasha can only cling to Veritas' hips for dear life as the statue has its way with him. The burning pleasure builds up fast, and he’s barely able to make a sound beyond hiccupped whimpers. Barely seconds later, his orgasm hits him hard, and Kakavasha sobs at its intensity. The statue doesn’t ease up, pushing the boundary of pleasurable overstimulation. His body falls limp against Veritas, the only movements are the rough thrusts by the statue.

“This is what it’s like to not hold back. To take what I want until you’re unable to even beg me to stop. Not that you would want me to.” It’s true; Kakavasha craves this. He wants to be fucked so good he can’t even tell up from down. “The real Veritas is always so caught up in safety that he refuses to let go. While sweet, I think he should be allowed to give in to his desires. Perhaps you should voice this to him one day; see if he can compete with me using you as nothing more than a toy.” 

Everything goes nearly dark; Kakavasha’s body is tingling in borderline numbness as his senses are entirely overstimulated. There’s a loud sob, which he registers as his own. He barely feels the cock inside him at this point, only the warmth of Veritas' body is registered. His eyes closed, and there's a muffled curse above him followed by a loud thud . Suddenly, he feels empty, but he can’t tell why . 

Whoever is moving him around is making him dizzy.

Once the movement stops, Kakavasha is enveloped in a warmth that he happily nuzzles closer to. When the unease finally dissipates, he blinks open his eyes to find himself wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms.

“Vasha, amor meus, bene es? ” Veritas sounds so concerned that he can’t help but look up, despite the vertigo hitting him as he moves.

“Mmm… I’m fine. Better than fine, really.” It’s true; Kakavasha feels so light and — almost — sated. Still, Veritas worries over him, hugging him closer and running his hand through messy blond hair.

“You— Do you not realize you were almost knocked unconscious by that thing? ”

Kakavasha smiles, a quiet chuckle rises from him.

“Yeah, and it was hot .” The world is becoming clearer, and the buzz of overstimulation is finally settling down. Kakavasha takes this moment of clarity for himself and begins to trail kisses along the scholar’s neck. “Despite how it may have seemed, I was completely into it.”

The hand resting on Kakavasha’s hip tightens as the blond sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of Veritas' neck. He’s barely been conscious for five minutes, and he’s already riled up again.

“You could have gotten hurt.” Those words are strained. Veritas is more focused on being a voice of reason than submitting to his desires. To Kakavasha, this is unacceptable. He becomes bolder with his intentions, raising his hand to run up the firm muscle of Veritas' torso only stopping to give a well-deserved squeeze on his pec. The reaction is exactly what he wants, the poor Doctor gasps, hiding his face in Kakavasha’s hair.

“I wouldn’t have.”

“How would you know? It’s merely a statue, unable to understand emotions, let alone tell when it’s gone overboard—” Kakavasha interrupts the man's words with a kiss, earning a surprised, but pleased sigh.

“I know because he’s you .” Brushing indigo bangs away, Kakavasha smiles at the shocked face of his dear boyfriend. “And I trust you more than anything.”

“You’re impossible.” Veritas sighs, fully knowing that furthering this conversation would get him nowhere. The blond hums in response, rewarding him with another kiss. It starts slow, but quickly becomes more heated. Sure, Kakavasha is starting to feel sore, but he’s still so needy. He forces his tongue between his boyfriend's lips, moaning at how easily Veritas gives up control. Rocking his hips, Kakavasha relishes in the feeling of Veritas' cock slipping into the crevasse of his ass and rubbing against his abused hole. 

Another round wouldn’t hurt, right? This time, however, he’d love to have his boyfriend inside him.

Ah, well, it would be a shame to leave his stony friend out of the fun. He breaks the kiss to look behind Veritas, spotting the poor statue on the ground notably missing the curio attached to it.

“Aw, you deactivated him. How rude.” He’s joking of course, he knows it’s only because Veritas thought there was something wrong. “I think he should join us again for the next round.”

“You… You still want to go again? Are you not exhausted? I don’t want you to overdo it.”

“I’m always up for a good lay. And you , Veritas, are the best .” Looping his arms around the scholar’s neck, Kakavasha presses a kiss to his jaw. “You make me feel so good every time. Taking your cock is basically an addiction at this point. I love it, I love you.”

The praise causes a fresh rush of blush to rise to Veritas' face. Embarrassed, he looks away, despite the small smile curving his lips.

“You certainly have a way with words, Vasha.” Shyly, Veritas turns his gaze back to Kakavasha, pressing a ghost of a kiss to his lips. “And for the record, I love you too.”

Everything about Veritas Ratio is so endearing ; Kakavasha never thought he'd use the word “adorable” to describe the Doctor, but that's all that comes to mind now. If only Veritas could experience how perfect he was from Kakavasha’s point of view. He would give anything to allow Veritas to relish in the depths of pleasure that Kakavasha drowns in every time they have sex.

Actually .

“Say, Veritas, darling , how much do you love me?” It’s an innocent question on the surface. When it’s paired with that mischievous smile and perverse gaze, however, Veritas knows he’s in for trouble. Kakavasha rarely uses pet names, as well, except teasing or enticing various reactions from his unsuspecting boyfriend.

So, Veritas proceeds with caution.

“More than the universe can comprehend.” Wine-gold eyes narrow, studying the man before him for any hint of what’s to come. Unfortunately, his love-drunk and horny mind is occupied with how beautifully perfect his very naked lover is. Perhaps he should do a study on why every ounce of intelligence leaves him when Kakavasha is involved. He blinks, forcing himself to get back on track. “What is going on in that mind of yours?”

“If I propose this, you’re welcome to decline and I won’t be upset.” The sudden shift in tone has the Doctor’s wandering eyes flicking up to Kakavasha’s face. The blond seems a touch nervous, chewing at his bottom lip.

“What is it?” Veritas is curious, but he knows Kakavasha would be quick to dismiss his thoughts without reassurance. To help with the nerves, Veritas runs his hands up his lover's thighs, stopping at his hips where he rubs soothing circles against his skin. Instantly, the smile returned to Kakavasha’s face.

“I was thinking that maybe… you deserve to know how good you make me feel.” He leans forwards, brushing his nose against Veritas' cheek before lightly nipping at his ear. “Through experience , of course.”

Even though he isn’t entirely sure what Kakavasha means, Veritas’ interest is piqued.

“Experience?” Aeons, he sounds rough. Just the mention of something new has his body burning with need. He’s open to anything if it makes Kakavasha happy. In moments like this Veritas only exists to please his insatiable lover.

“Mhm. Have you ever bottomed before?” That question has the gears in Veritas' head turning. The answer is simple: yes, but not in a very long time. He expresses as much, and Kakavasha nods. “If you’re open to it, how do you feel about being fucked by your own cock?”

Anatomically, this is nearly impossible. To suggest such a thing made Veritas question what the intention even was. Not only would he not even reach his own ass, it would be highly uncomfortable at best, and painful at worst trying to tuck himself back like that — don’t ask him how he knows this; college was a strange time for him.

So how in the world was he supposed to accomplish this—

Oh .

His throat runs dry at the realization of how . In the midst of his logical brain trying to rationalize the question, Veritas had somehow forgotten the very obvious answer laying on the ground. Literally .

Something in his distant ego-boosting mindset felt a desire like never before. How would it feel to be impaled on a replica of his own cock, that he himself carved perfectly into existence?

The thought had his very real, actual cock twitching in interest.

“I— Yes .” Confident, straight to the point words. Totally not a babbled mess of need.

With this answer Kakavasha pulls away, standing up on slightly wobbly legs and patted the table.

“Up here. I’ll prep you nice and good. Just like you do for me, okay?”

Scrambling up from the bench, Veritas almost trips, trying to get up on the table. Kakavasha can't help but laugh. It’s cute watching a man like Dr. Veritas Ratio fumble like this. Once he takes his place on the table, Kakavasha loops his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. He doesn’t linger for long though — pulling away far too soon in Veritas' opinion — he’s on a mission now.

“What are you doing?” Veritas asks, watching Kakavasha wandering off to a separate section of the room, only to return with the cushion Veritas uses when sitting on his stool. The blond lays the cushion down on the table and motions the Doctor to lay back, which he does, resting his head on the cushion.

“Making it comfortable for you.” Kakavasha waves him off, picking up the discarded bottle of lube and the plug he had prepped himself with earlier that day. They could talk about the sanitary issues later, this is what they had to work with, and Kakavasha isn’t going to waste time looking for something else. “You make sure I’m always in a comfortable and safe environment, so it’s only fair I do the same for you right?”

Veritas can’t help but smile. They certainly have come a long way in such a short time with Kakavasha’s confidence; he’s proud to see Kakavasha relate sex with safety so easily now.

When Kakavasha deems Ratio ready, he pulls the bench closer to the table and sits down, wincing slightly because of his bruising skin. Slowly, he parts Veritas’ legs, trailing light kisses along the man's inner thighs as he settles those perfect thighs on his shoulders. The cap of the lube bottle is opened, and Kakavasha pours some onto his fingers, dutifully making sure they are generously coated. He's a little nervous. He rarely tops, let alone preps another person, but he's determined to make this enjoyable for Veritas.

Tentatively, he grazes a lubed finger across Veritas’ entrance causing a gasp. Good . Taking a deep breath, Kakavasha slowly presses one finger into the waiting hole. The scholar’s dick visibly twitched alongside the low moan that echoes throughout the room. Kakavasha’s confidence grows as he begins to move the digit, blindly searching for that one particular spot. He knows his own body well, but this is new territory. Thankfully, he’s a lucky man with skilled fingers and, with sheer determination, it doesn’t take long to curl his finger just right.

Truly, the moan that leaves his darling Veritas’ mouth is nothing less than divine, and Kakavasha is his most devout worshiper.

Emboldened now, he adds another finger, being as gentle as he can be with the stretch, even if Veritas is eagerly pulling him in. An extra drop of lube helps with the glide, allowing Kakavasha to pick up the pace easily. Veritas’ legs shake from stimulation. Keeping them open is proving to be difficult, every ounce of his body wants to pull Kakavasha closer, deeper into him.

One thing Kakavasha is not expecting is how loud Veritas is. Not that he minds, in fact, he loves hearing his enamoring boyfriend be lost in his pleasure. If this is how it is with only two fingers, how in the heavens will the Doctor react when he's filled to the brim?? Oh, Kakavasha can't wait .

By the time he adds a third finger, Veritas is arching off the table, babbling a mix of moans and variations of Kakavasha’s name. All sense of pride and dignity is out the window. Veritas couldn’t care less about maintaining a refined persona when he feels so, so good. When those heavenly fingers disappear, he outright whines , only a sliver of sanity keeping him from begging for more.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done, my dear Doctor. I just want to make sure you’re properly stretched, okay?” Veritas nods in response even though Kakavasha can't see him. He doesn't have to wait long, suddenly, something prods at his hole, something much bigger than a few fingers. His few remaining brain cells quickly deduced that Kakavasha was using his plug to open him more. Knowing that the same toy had been inside Kakavasha should deter him — that’s a whole sanitary disaster waiting to happen — but a deeper, more primal aspect of him finds it incredibly hot to be sharing such a filthy thing.

The toy is slicked with lube, the tapered end easily pushing past Veritas' rim. The broader part stretches him farther than just fingers, and it is practically sucked into his greedy hole. A faint “ holy fuck ” is barely heard over Veritas’ own, very loud moan. He doesn't remember receiving to be so pleasurable, but perhaps that’s because he now has a doting lover dedicated to making it satisfying, rather than some drunk college hookup. Kakavasha goes to work, making sure Veritas feels every thrust of the toy barely touch his prostate. Whether Kakavasha is edging him on purpose, Veritas didn’t know, however, being edged like this is driving him further into insanity.

“Vasha— Vasha please .”

“Hmm? What is it?” Kakavasha peeks over the table, barely able to see Veritas’ face while sitting down.

“I’m good, please . Anymore and I may not make it to the next step.” He is so hard it hurts, and having the plug barely rub against his prostate every thrust is somehow inching him closer to his end. Cumming from being edged would be far too embarrassing; at least, that's what his deluded mind supplies as logic. Thankfully, his lover is merciful. Kakavasha removes the plug with an affirming hum. The toy clatters on the supply cart along with the bottle of lube.

“Okay, if you say so. Let me just wake up our friend here.” Kakavasha stands, not even sparring Veritas a glance as he retrieves the curio from its container. Veritas closes his eyes and breathes to prepare himself for what was next. There is a bit of fussing and then, there's the sound of stone hitting the floor before a flash of gold makes Veritas open his eyes again.

Kakavasha, the madman that he is, manages to stand the statue up with the use of Imprisonment. The ability dissipates once the statue is standing, and Kakavasha stands smiling at his accomplishment. Pulling the curio from the box, he makes his way back to Veritas’ side and takes hold of his hand.

“I don’t know how this thing works, but if the user is able to hear the object speak, it’s possible if we both attach the curio, you’ll be able to hear him too.” It's worth a shot. Veritas is curious about what this replica of himself is truly like. Together, the pair places the sticker-like curio back on the statue and the soft purple glow returns to its joints.

“ I was afraid I would not have the chance to exist animatedly again. The real Veritas Ratio is quite the protective one .”

Veritas stares wide-eyed at the statue as his own voice vocalized in his mind. This is truly an experience worth studying another time.

“He is, but don’t mind him. He’s far more into this than he wants to admit.” Kakavasha winks at both of them, and Veritas turns his head in shame. “In fact, he’s so into it, he agreed to experience it for himself.”

“ Is that so? Well then, I suppose I cannot disappoint .” The statue moves around the table, slotting itself between two muscular legs. Its hands fall to Veritas’ knees, sliding slowly up his thighs. It is absolutely infuriating how sensitive Veritas feels under the stony texture. “ It’s truly a sight to see such a proud man so willing to learn again. If you wish to know how good you treat your lover, I’m more than willing to cure you of your ignorance .”

Kakavasha comes to the left side of the table, climbing up onto it with the help of a marble hand.

“Such a gentleman, thank you.” Formalities finished, Kakavasha turns his attention to his dearest boyfriend laying down in tense anticipation. “You ready?”

A nod. It's all Veritas can offer. His head is swimming with expectations beyond what he can imagine. Kakavasha takes his hand and intertwines their fingers. A simple grounding interaction that helps calm the scholar's nerves.

Then his whole world flips.

There's a pressure at his entrance, different from just simple fingers or a toy, and it presses further until the head of the marble cock slips inside him. Overwhelming isn’t enough to explain the sensation. His grip on Kakavasha’s hand grows tighter the more the statue presses in and sweet, sweet praises come from the blond next to him. We may not have prepared enough , he thinks. There's a burn to the stretch that could have been avoided. Though, in his current state, Veritas can’t find the will to care.

Never in his life has Veritas felt like this. So full, so content with the tingling burn creeping up his spine. If he is making any noise it is lost to him. The only sound he can hear is the pounding of his heart. This is so much different from his other encounters. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Aeons, is this what Kakavasha feels every time they fuck? He can only imagine how it would feel on such a smaller frame. This is bliss on a whole different level.

A slender hand comes up and cups the side of Veritas’ face, and he lets it turn him to face Kakavasha’s awed expression.

“You did so good, Veri. Took all of it already.” Has he? He really can't tell. His whole body is pleasantly on fire. “How do you feel?”

“Remind me to thank your Goddess for blessing me with your existence.” Close enough to an ‘ I feel like I'm ascending ’ as he’ll get. Veritas never promised he’d make coherent thoughts in this state.

Kakavasha stares at him both amused and bewildered.

“Ah… don’t be singing Her praises just yet.” He moves to swing his leg over Veritas’ waist, settling himself against the doctor’s hips. “I’m also going to ride you into oblivion. Or until I can’t move. Whichever comes first. My ass and legs took quite the pounding earlier, so I’m a bit sore, but don’t worry, my darling Veritas. I’ll make sure you get to experience pleasure beyond anything we’ve done before.”

Rising up on his knees, Kakavasha lines himself up and drops down on Veritas’ cock in one fluid motion. He sees stars, being filled near instantly. As much as he hates to admit it, nothing beats the real thing. With a groan, Kakavasha rolls his hips, starting at a slow pace. It isn't much, but it still sends tingles up his spine.

Veritas isn't faring much better, he has a hand bunched into the tablecloth beneath him and the other hand digging a bruising grip on Kakavasha’s thigh. His world is spinning just from the sensation of Kakavasha’s movements.

When the statue starts moving, it's slow at first, gentle almost. Veritas feels every glide of the cock inside him hitting all the right places. The sensory overload of taking and receiving is almost too much, but he’d sooner die than admit defeat.

Kakavasha speeds up, his legs shaking as they strain. With a moan, he leans back, resting his head against the shoulder of the statue behind him; every drag and drop of his body has the heated coil in his stomach growing. He doesn't think he’ll last much longer realistically, so he needs to put on quite a show for his boyfriend.

Ramping up the theatrics, Kakavasha moans louder with every bounce of his body, earning him wide, lust-filled eyes watching his every movement. He wraps an arm around the statue's neck, tilting his head enough to drag his tongue along its marble jawline. A jealous whine comes from below him, and it only fuels Kakavasha. He mouths kisses along the statues neck, pretending to ignore his boyfriend’s pathetically weak attempts of thrusting up into him.

“ Do you enjoy watching your lover squirm beneath you? ” Lifting an arm, the statue drags a hand along Kakavasha’s side causing the man to gasp as he nods enthusiastically in response to the question. Goosebumps spread across the blond’s body from the touch, and the statue’s chuckle reverbs through both men’s minds. “ So sensitive. You weren’t this reactive when it was just us. Is it because the real Veritas Ratio is watching now? ”

“You could say that,” Kakavasha’s voice strains. He's too lost in the moment to focus on words. Beneath him, Veritas is following every movement of the pair with blown eyes. The statue’s arm drops a bit, looping around Kakavasha’s waist to press against that visible bulge moving with every thrust. The added pressure makes his legs shake and he moans. “Oh, Mother Goddess, that’s too much. Fuck .”

If this continues,  he really won’t make it much longer. Veritas needs more attention; this is all for him.

With a light tap on the statue’s cheek, Kakavasha gives it permission to no longer hold back.

The first, more forceful thrust throws Kakavasha a little off balance, causing him to fall forward. He manages to stop his fall with a hand against the table. The force makes Veritas moan loud enough to echo throughout the room. His eyes roll back and his spine arches as the statue continues at a brutal pace. One of Veritas’ legs is lifted and hiked up to rest on the statue's shoulder, letting it bury its cock deeper within the scholar’s body.

It's almost like time stopped. Veritas’ body feels tense and limp at the same time, almost as if he is floating in a sea of gelatin. Divine is the closest he can get to how immense the pleasure is.

“ Is this all it takes to render the esteemed Dr. Veritas Ratio useless? A few good thrusts, that’s all you need? ” As if to prove its point, the statue puts more force behind the next thrust. Veritas nearly loses his grip on reality at the sensation, reduced only to pathetic whimpers. “ You enjoy getting fucked senseless, just like this pretty thing here .”

Tears fall freely from his eyes, and his back feels like it is permanently arching. He feels like a thread pulled taut, just a simple tug away from snapping.

It's humiliating, being worn down like this. So many of Veritas’ secret thoughts are voiced outwardly by himself of all things. Although, he’d be damned if he didn’t admit he enjoys it.

A hand touches his face, wiping away the tear stains across his cheek.

“Oh, you look so pretty when you cry, Veritas.” Kakavasha’s near broken voice fills the space between moans. “Do you feel good? How does it feel having your own cock fill you?”

Veritas thinks he nodded; he can’t tell. The only movement he can process is his lover's heat moving around him and the cock driving him further up the table with every thrust. 

Aeons, he knows he’s a good lover. Kakavasha is so lucky to have Veritas here to give him every ounce of pleasure he wants. All the praise and begging Kakavasha gave him in the past was absolutely deserved . Veritas gives himself full marks, one hundred points; he’s passing sexual intimacy with a perfect score and no one can tell him otherwise.

There’s a question being asked, but Veritas is too lost in the pleasure to comprehend it; he’s not sure what exactly was said, but he does babble out something between his moans.

Whatever he does respond with, it seems to be enough for Kakavasha, and he is rewarded with a searing kiss. He moves his arm to wrap around Kakavasha’s waist as the man leans down, trapping him against his chest. Kakavasha isn't able to keep up with the same pace like this, but it doesn't matter, the slow grind Kakavasha settles into is more than enough.

“ The both of you are the picture of lust. If I were capable of experiencing a full range of human attraction, I would not be able to resist either of you . I would devour you both, just as any man would .” It runs a hand up the exposed part of Kakavasha’s back, settling in a mess of blond hair before pulling at the strands. Kakavasha whines, arching away from Veritas’ hold. “ So gorgeous and responsive. I must admit I am jealous at how easily you cling to the real version of me . Such devotion should be voiced . Go on, use that pretty mouth of yours to speak your mind .”

Kakavasha looks down at Veritas, drinking in the way the scholar is covering his mouth to muffle his moans. Marble fingers tighten in Kakavasha’s hair, drawing him farther away from Veritas. The sting of pain sent a pleasurable tingle down his spine, but Kakavasha already misses being close to his boyfriend’s body.

“Veritas, please. Touch me, put your hands on me. I need to feel you on me, please.” It’s a desperate plea, one that had tears pricking at the corners of Kakavasha’s eyes. Even as embarrassed as Veritas was, he couldn’t deny his boyfriend. He pulls his hand away from his mouth, and settles both hands on Kakavasha’s slim waist. There’s a faint “ thank you ” before Kakavasha starts to roll his hips again. If he goes any faster, he won’t last much longer. Edging himself is a far better option than cumming early. “He’s right. I can’t get enough of you, Veritas. Your statue is just as sexy as you are, but it’s not you .”

The hand that is holding Veritas’ leg in place on the statue's shoulder tightens and its next thrust forward seemed to carry much more force. It makes Veritas see stars, even if it is an act of jealousy.

“ Are we really that different? I am a near-perfect copy. Or are you so addicted to the real thing that nothing can compare? ”

Kakavasha shakes his head.

“ Mmm . It’s more than that.” He looks down at the real Veritas, and reaches out to brush away fresh tears on the Doctor’s face. Veritas has been so good with putting up with Kakavasha’s antics and that makes him adore Veritas even more. “I love seeing your reactions; I love the way you feel inside me. A statue can’t replace how hot you are, or how I can feel your cock twitch when you’re into something. But, the most important thing is how you fill me.”

Veritas stares up at Kakavasha in awe. The irony isn’t wasted on him. Moan after moan is punched out of him with every thrust the statue makes, so he knows how good he is now. He won’t ever be able to feel the real him, but the pride of knowing he’s still above a mere statue spurs him on. Above him, Kakavasha chuckles as Veritas’ cock does that exact type of twitch he spoke about.

“You’re so easy, Veritas. You’ve been holding on for so long. I don’t think my body can handle being edged any longer.” Kakavasha takes one of the hands on his waist and moves it flat across his abdomen. Veritas can feel how deep he is, and how every roll of Kakavasha’s hips makes his cock move inside him. “I need you to fill me up. Pump me so full I’ll be dripping for days and my stomach is round from your cum.”

“ Kakavasha —”

“ Good boy, continue .” The statue releases its hold on Kakavasha’s hair, and the man’s head lulls forwards. Even though the praise makes him dizzy, Kakavasha nods, lifting his head to focus unsteady eyes on Veritas below him.

“I mean it. Breed me nice and full.” Kakavasha moans as he picks up the pace, eyes glazing over slightly as he loses himself to the momentary fantasy. “Maybe Gaiathra’s blessing will let it stick, and I can bear your child. Ah … but we wouldn’t be able to fuck if that happened. We’d make it work though. It’d be worth it; it’d be so worth it, Veri.”

Veritas’ mind goes blank, the vision of the love of his life happily carrying their child fills him with so much joy. That’s more than anything he could ask for: to start a family with his beloved gambler… Aeons, he wishes that the blessing of the Mother Goddess could defy biology.

Just the thought alone brings him closer to his end.

“Vasha. Vasha. Ita bonum. Te amo. Te amo. Ita sentio bonum. Sentire me facis tam bonum. Gratias tibi ago. Tantum te amo, gratias ago tibi. ” His words are nothing more than the babbling of a desperate man on the brink of pleasure-bound insanity. But he is thankful. Aeons, he's so thankful for knowing that he’s capable of bringing Kakavasha to the depths of bliss the way his statue is bringing him.

“Oh fuck .” Kakavasha moans at the words, tangling both of his hands into indigo hair and kissing Veritas breathless. It is all Kakavasha needs to bring himself over the edge, hot cum spills between their stomachs. He rides out his high, clenching down on Veritas' cock as overstimulation buzzes through his body once again.

The added tightness around his cock, and a dangerously accurate thrust to his prostate, causes Veritas to lose himself as well. Whimpering sobs fall from his lips as he clings to Kakavasha, filling his lover up with his own release. The statue slows down, gently rocking into the scholar’s pliant body until his afterglow settles to a light haze.

Moments pass, the only sounds are the heaving pants of the two lovers as they catch their breath.

The statue pulls away, leaving Veritas unbearably empty, though he was too spent to care. There is some rustling, and soon, Veritas is being helped into a sitting position. Kakavasha clings to him, never leaving his lap, even when they are both offered water by their marble companion. After refreshing their bodies, the final tingling haze fades from them both.

Kakavasha sighs, dramatically of course, and he rests his head on Veritas’ shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” Veritas asks, running his fingers through tangled blond hair.

“Like I got hit with a truck.” The smaller man nuzzles further into his boyfriend’s neck. “But I enjoyed myself.”

Veritas hums in agreement. It was certainly intense, but he has to agree. They will be feeling the effects of this for days , Kakavasha for probably longer. The bruising will take a while to clear. Despite that, Veritas doesn’t regret a thing. After a week of being away from his beloved, this was more than enough to make up for their time apart. Perhaps they should find more ways to be intimately adventurous. The thought alone is enough to spark a brief arousal  that his body is too tired to act upon.

“ I shall help you both to the bath, and clean up here so you both can rest .” Ah, Veritas had almost forgotten that the statue could speak. He nods, allowing the statue to take Kakavasha from his lap and into its arms. Luckily, he is able to stand himself, albeit a bit wobbly, and is thankful his statue lets him lean against it as they make their way to the bathroom.

When they get to the bathroom, the statue sets Kakavasha down on the lounge chair and leaves to clean the studio. Veritas regains a bit of strength, which allows him to prepare the bath. As water fills the tub, he adds in soothing oils and salts hoping to relieve some of the soreness they both will be dealing with. 

Before they even touch the bath, Veritas helps Kakavasha over to the shower to clean the cum from his hole. Most of it had already dripped freely down his thighs. The sight alone is too tempting for Veritas, he’d love to ravage Kakavasha under the light stream of the shower.

However, the pained hisses and fresh bruising on his lover's body is more than enough to help his deluded brain rationalize that it wouldn’t be a wise idea. Thankfully, cleaning away the bodily fluids doesn't take very long, and Kakavasha is able to rest during it.

Steam fills the room, and when the tub is finally full, Veritas carries Kakavasha into the water. The heat instantly feels good against their sore muscles, and Veritas chuckles as Kakavasha sinks further into the water.

“I don’t think a bath has ever felt this good.” Kakavasha sounds barely awake. Veritas pulls him closer just in case he does pass out. He’d rather not have his beloved boyfriend drown in a bathtub after fucking them both out of their minds. Kakavasha blinks up at him with a smile, and reaches for the shampoo. “I have to make sure you’re okay. Just… lemme clean you up.”

Water splashes over the edge of the tub as the shampoo bottle slips from Kakavasha’s hands.

“I am fine. You are far more exhausted. I can take it from here, you just rest.” Pressing a kiss to Kakavasha’s temple, he retrieves the bottle from its watery demise. The man in his arms attempts to protest, but groans in defeat as the exhaustion settles in.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to be well enough to take care of you .” Kakavasha sighs, slumping against the Doctor’s solid chest. 

“That is unnecessary, but if that is what you wish, then you must take it easy next time.” Surprisingly, there wasn’t any protest.

“Oh… What are we going to do with the statue? He’s still active.”

“Do not worry. After this bath I will make sure it’s back in its place, and I will remove the curio.” As dutiful as their marble companion was, Veritas would rather not have it wandering around his home. One sentient Veritas Ratio is enough for this household. “Although, I would like to use the curio for my own purposes.”

“Oh? Planning on having a private session are we?” Kakavasha looks up at Veritas, a teasing smirk on his otherwise tired face.

“Absolutely not .” Veritas sighs. “I would like to use it with my other statues, the less scandalous ones mind you. As well as a few other objects. I would love to test its abilities on various things. Perhaps even have a statue aid in my research.”

The smaller man shifts, sinking just a bit further into the water with a nod.

“As expected of you, my darling Veritas.” His voice was soft, laced with tiredness.

Veritas hesitates for just a moment. Perhaps he should wait for when Kakavasha is more lucid, but his curiosity needs to be quelled.

“Vasha?” He asks. The nervousness in his tone has Kakavasha blinking up at him with bleary concern. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Huh? Said what?” Confusion forms on his face as he tries to recall anything of relevance to Veritas’ question.

“Well— Uhm… Maybe it was the heat of the moment, but I am curious.” Veritas’ cheeks flush with a tint of red as he fans out his hand against Kakavasha’s stomach. “Do you— Is having a child something you really want? With me , of course.”

Of course with you, there’s no one else Veritas.

Kakavasha stares at his boyfriend in surprise. There’s a rare shine to his eyes, and it captures Veritas’ heart so strongly that he can't help but lean down and kiss the man. Then, the most gentle and beautiful smile graces Kakavasha’s features before he turns away with a bashful laugh.

“We can talk about it in depth when I’m less exhausted. But, the short answer is yes. I have considered the idea many times.” Kakavasha’s eyes struggle to stay open. The exhaustion was really starting to settle in now. “A family with you? I think that’s a dream worth living for. Though, I think I’d like to steal your last name first.”

Veritas is elated. His heart is racing in excitement. They most certainly will be talking about this later. Veritas can hardly contain his giddiness, he needs something to occupy his mind. Careful to not disturb Kakavasha, he grabs the detachable faucet and turns it on.

“Hmm… Veritas?”

“Yes?” He answers while wetting the blond’s hair before massaging shampoo into his scalp.

“Welcome home.”

Those were his last mumbled words before Kakavasha finally dozes off.

Veritas thinks, as he continues his routine of washing his lover's body, that he is truly lucky to have this perfect man in his life