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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of his orgasm...

"Did you- Ver, in your pants? "

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

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

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

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"I want you to bruise me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmph, Aeo-oh~"

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

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

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"I want a baby."

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

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

"Veritas."

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

"Veritas!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In the next two months, the couple talk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ratio glares down at him. "Absolutely not."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, he groans as he shoves back in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is everything alright in there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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