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Veritas had been winding down for the day in his home office, skimming through some reports for the next day when Aventurine slammed the front door closed. Clearly, he was coming home from a long day at work. Hearing the ruckus in the front room caused Ratio to stop what he was doing and await his boyfriend. As expected, a blonde mop of hair soon entered the room. Aventurine was clearly exhausted. Eyes tired, outfit disheveled, hair messy, and makeup wrong. He had stripped himself of his jacket and shoes, donning only his inner shirt and pants.
Veritas opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but Aventurine beat him to it.
“I don’t want to think right now.” Aventurine walked across the room, circled around Veritas’ chair, and promptly buried his face in the man’s shoulder. Veritas hummed as he pondered Aventurine’s words for a moment before responding.
“Very well, go to the bathroom and strip. I will be here when you are finished and ready.” Veritas pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s head. He understood the hidden meaning behind Aventurine’s statement.
They often fell into this routine. Aventurine would come home stressed or upset from one thing or another, Veritas would guide him into subspace, let him decompress (usually with an orgasm or two), and then take care of Aventurine until he was ready to talk about what was troubling him.
That wasn’t to say that Ratio was doing all the care in their relationship. Many times Ratio has come home and asked to take control. To take what he wanted without remorse. Vasha would agree, and Ratio would spend hours buried between soft thighs, licking, kissing, and worshipping. By the time he was satisfied, Vasha would have cum multiple times, and Veritas’ face would be covered in slick.
Today was not one of those days, though. Today was for Aventurine. He would help his beloved relax, and have his own fun too.
Once a few minutes had passed, the door to Ratio’s office opened. Aventurine stepped through the threshold, completely nude. The sight of his boyfriend's naked body never failed to take Veritas’ breath away. He was so gorgeous. Soft curves and pink nipples had Ratio near drooling. Aventurine always tended to squirm underneath Ratio’s intense gaze but he couldn’t be blamed for basking in the sight of his love. Aventurine shifted his weight from one foot to the other anxiously while he waited for Ratio to grant him permission to approach.
“Very good. Come sit, Vasha.” Ratio beckoned the man over with a pat on his leg. Kakavasha’s eyes immediately relaxed and began to take on that glazed over look. Kakavasha obeyed, pattering over to the doctor. Ratio leaned back to allow the man to swing a leg over his lap and seat himself over a wide, muscled thigh. Ratio places a soothing hand on the small of Kakavasha’s back. Small, reassuring touches were always effective with him. That, and words of praise. The smaller man in question wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and nuzzled into the crook of Veritas’ neck.
“I am going to finish up my work and then we can go to the bedroom, okay?” The deep timbre of Veritas’ voice brought Vasha solace after his long day. Exhausted and not wanting to speak much, all Veritas got in return was a small nod.
“Words please, Vasha.” The doctor reprimanded.
“Yes,”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” Veritas pressed a kiss to the side of Vasha’s head. “Do you remember your safe word?”
Kakavasha nods. “Quartzite, and tap you with two fingers twice if I can’t speak.”
“Very good, ten points.” Veritas rubs his thumb up and down soothingly. Kakavasha seems to melt into the doctor at the praise.
Veritas turns his focus back to the few papers he had to read through before tomorrow, with his perfect boyfriend sitting on his lap. This, by far, had to be Veritas’ favourite way to work.
They continue like this for a good half hour or so, only the sounds of their breathing and Ratio’s typing being audible. Veritas still has quite a few more reports to sift through, he feels bad for making Kakavasha wait so long. To his credit though, his sweet Vasha had been so good so far. Good behavior was to be rewarded.
“Vasha?” The doctor nudges his boyfriend.
“Mm?” The blonde lifts his head.
“Do you want to get off?” The doctor rubs circles into Kakavasha’s back. “You can, if you want to.”
Vasha thought for a moment. “Okay, thank you sir.”
“Of course, my sweet boy.” Veritas continued his typing.
The blonde stifled a shiver at his words. A few minutes passed but eventually Veritas felt his boyfriend's weight shift as he began to roll his hips against the rough fabric of the doctor’s pants. Vasha began to lose himself, rubbing his clit on the muscled leg, his lleaking pussy leaving a wet spot on Veritas’ pants. Soon, Veritas could hear soft noises coming from the man in his lap. His faint, breathy moans making the doctor blush. His Vasha was too cute, he could just eat him up. Not now, he reminded himself. That part will come later.
Kakavasha continued to chase his pleasure on Veritas’ thigh. At first, Veritas did his best to ignore the writhing man in his lap but his cute whines made it hard for the man to focus. He couldn’t help but feel himself get hard at the debauched display happening right in his lap. He could easily bend Vasha over and let them both get the release they both desperately needed. He could breed his boyfriend’s filthy pussy and drag him over the edge over and over again until Veritas was satiated. However, let it be known that Veritas Ratio did not get 8 PHD’s without self control and perseverance. Bringing his focus back to the task at hand, he was just about ready to get started reading the next report when a nip at his neck made him jolt in his seat. Causing his leg to jump up and into Kakavasha’s pussy. Vasha let out a suprised cry but otherwise did not seem too upset by the disturbance.
“Ah.” Veritas reached down and squeezed the blonde’s ass. “Just a little longer, my love.” Kakavasha only whined once more and continued to rub himself on the doctor’s thigh. Try as he might, Veritas could not focus on his current task. The only thing he could see was his boyfriend rocking against his thigh, he could feel the wetness leaking through his pants over the spot where Vasha was rubbing his pussy against him, he could hear the other man's barely muffled whines and moans, and he could smell the blonde’s natural scent again after a long day at work. All his senses were overwhelmed by his Vasha. His Vasha. His.
Kakavasha’s hips began to falter, the man whining as he tried so desperately to keep up a steady tempo for himself. He just wanted to keep smothering his pussy against Ratio’s own thick thighs. Pitying the beautiful thing in his lap, Ratio leaned back and placed his hands on his lover’s hips.
“Let me help you, anima mea.” Ratio pulled the man’s hips down into his leg and helped his hips move against the sweet friction of his trousers.
“Hnn..!” Vasha keened, letting his head drop once more into Veritas’ shoulder. “Fff-feels so good, sir…”
Veritas only hummed and continued to assist his boyfriend. “You’ve been so patient and good for me, take what you need.”
“Haah… Mnn” Vasha only moaned in response. The praise only served to make Kakavasha more desperate as he continued to mash his clit into Vertias’ thigh.
“My Vasha… My sweet boy. Go ahead, cum for me, mea vita.” Veritas whispered into his ear. Vasha cried as he shook with his orgasm, being pushed over the edge by his boyfriend’s voice. Veritas rubbed circles into Vasha’s hips, holding him through the waves of pleasure. Once he had come down from his high, Vasha sighed and slumped into the doctor’s hold once more.
Pushing his chair back, Veritas hooked an arm underneath each of Kakavasha’s legs and stood up. The movement startled the gorgeous man in his arms, who threw his arms around Veritas’ shoulders and made a distressed noise at the sudden shift in gravity.
“Shh, I’m taking us to the bedroom, anaticula.” Ratio lightly squeezed Kakavasha’s thighs. The man hummed in response, letting the doctor scoop him up and take him away.
Arriving at the bedroom, Ratio gently placed Kakavasha on the bed. As Veritas turned to fetch a warm cloth and some water, he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. Turning around, he is met by his beautiful boyfriend, leaning on his side.
“You haven’t cum yet.” He said with a pout.
“I don’t need to.” Veritas answered coolly. It was true, he didn’t need to. He could easily take care of himself in the bathroom after he cleaned Vasha up.
That answer did not satisfy Kakavasha, who huffed and sat up.
“Come here.” Vasha patted the spot next to him on the bed.
With a smile, Veritas walked over and sat next to his lover. Kakavasha rolled over and looked back at his boyfriend with a sly smile.
“Fuck my thighs, Veritas.”
With a sharp inhale, Veritas shuffled out of his pants and threw them vaguely in the direction of the laundry basket. Vasha merely chuckled seeing his boyfriend fold to his whims so easily (especially since he had been so dominant mere minutes ago). Spreading his thighs a bit, Vasha encouraged Veritas to slide between his wet, warm thighs, still slick with his own arousal. Taking the bait, Veritas grabbed a thigh and sandwiched his dick between Kakavasha’s legs.
Plush thighs felt so nice on his aching dick. Veritas inhaled deeply and began to move his hips back and forth, sliding right underneath Vasha’s soaked pussy. It felt so good, so warm, so wet. He was so close, so close to that wet opening, so close to velvet walls. Vasha’s pussy was like an oasis in a desert, to Veritas. He firmly believes given the choice between water and being able to fuck his boyfriend’s pussy, he’d pick the latter everytime.
Veritas found himself approaching climax embarrassingly fast, like he was some horny teenager. In his defense, all he could imagine in his mind was his Vasha; Desperate, humping his leg like a needy animal in heat. Such a gorgeous man using him to get off. The sounds of Kakavasha as he chased his orgasm rivaled the melodies of the harmony THEMSELF. The memory of this evening will haunt him for the rest of his days.
Burying his face in Vasha’s shoulder, Veritas placed a hand on Vasha’s hips and began to thrust faster. With every push of his hips he could feel more of his boyfriends arousal leak onto his cock. He could hear Vasha’s whines and gasps begin to slip out.
“Haah…Vasha, your thighs feel so good. You feel so good. You’re so good. So good. So good for me. My good boy.” Veritas babbled whatever came to his mind, having lost his filter. All he wanted right now was to tell his boyfriend how good he made Veritas feel.
At his words, Kakavasha let out a long keen and reached a hand down to play with his spent clit. He was still recovering from his previous orgasm but still wanted more. More. Veritas could do that. He could give his Vasha more.
Removing his hand from Vasha’s hip, Veritas batted away his boyfriend's hand and began to stroke his clit in gentle but firm little circles. Just the way he knew Vasha liked it. The man in question let the doctor take control with a cry.
“Mm! Veri! S-sso good..!” The man shivered underneath Veritas’ minstrations. He was driving his hips back and forth to match Veritas’ thrusts.
“Vasha…” Veritas gasped as he began to slam his hips against Vasha’s.
He was going to cum, he was so close. Was Vasha close? He hoped so. He wanted to make his Vasha cum again. He was probably saying all of this out loud but he didn’t care. He was aware of the effect his voice had on Kakavasha.
With a few more desperate thrusts, Veritas was cumming all over his boyfriend's thighs. Following him, Vasha’s whole body spasmed with the power of his orgasm.
“Beautiful.” Veritas whispered as he pressed a kiss to Vasha’s cheek.
Vasha was laying on the bed, twitching, reveling in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Thighs painted white with a mixture of Veritas’ cum and his own, the man looked picturesque. Now there’s a thought, perhaps Veritas should take up painting so he can immortalize these moments after their lovemaking. No, he shouldn’t. He doesn’t want to share this sight with anyone else.
“I’ll clean you up and get us some water, mea vita.”