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Aventurine has managed to learn most of the important aspects of business administration without having gone to school through trial and error. What he's unable to do, he's skillfully passed off to his subordinates. That strategy worked for ten years. Unfortunately, his luck ran out on his last mission. He had to secure a deal with an extremely paranoid business tycoon who wouldn't let anyone other than Aventurine see the contracts, which meant Aventurine had to do complicated statistics on the spot to ensure the contracts were profitable for the IPC.
Well, he couldn't complain too much, especially when he learned a certain doctor happened to be covering the exact advanced statistics course he needed to take. Perhaps his luck hadn't run out after all. If he’s being honest with himself, which he isn’t, he would admit that he enjoyed taking one of Ratio's classes. Yes, the doctor is ruthless in grading and has impossibly high expectations, but Ratio also spent so much time outside of his office hours ensuring Aventurine truly understood the material. He would also admit that he enjoyed being in college, even if he only took the one class, and all of the students were painfully aware he’s a Stoneheart. He would also also admit that he longs for a normal life like these students have.
That's why he agreed to become the coach of the University of Veritas Prime's cheerleading team. When the girls approached him after exams ended, he politely declined at first. They had looked at him with such big eyes, batting their false eyelashes, and they had reminded him so much of his big sis in that moment, he ended up agreeing. Seeing Ratio more often, since he’s the coach for the university’s baseball team, is also an added benefit.
He swears the girls schemed so that he can spend more time with Ratio. They had plenty of choices for coach, ones who had actual experience with cheerleading. Their pack-leader, Charlot, was always particularly interested in how Ratio would treat Aventurine in class. The girls even asked the school to change their practice times to accommodate his work schedule, and the time they chose happened to be right before the baseball team practices. They always linger to ask questions about their routine and form, but the second Ratio shows up to set up, they would suddenly disappear.
It's cute. It's like he has a squad of the worst wing-women imaginable. If only they understood that Ratio doesn’t like people that way.
That's what brings them to today. He can tell the girls are still scheming. They've learned so much from him. They no longer plot in large groups and giggle when they think they’ve come up a good plan. He would be so proud of them if their ruses didn't constantly involve a new way to get Ratio and him alone together. Well, he isn't complaining about that part, but it's painfully obvious, and Ratio always scolds him for turning his pupils into his little henchwomen. He tried to explain that he truly has nothing to do with their schemes, but the glower on Ratio's face showed that Ratio knew he wasn't doing anything to stop it either.
So, when the girls came to him in tears yesterday, telling him that one of the girls was sick and can't perform at the halftime show, he also didn’t do anything to stop whatever plan they were developing. He just didn't know that this would be the plan they came up with.
“You look amazing, Coach Aventurine!” Charlot squeals as she zips up his outfit.
“So, explain to me again why I have to take Lucy's place instead of just having you all perform without her? It's not like she's essential to the routine,” Aventurine mutters as he stares at himself in the mirror.
He usually prefers more masculine clothing, but he can't help but admit that he does look quite… cute in this cheerleading uniform. Their uniform for this performance is black and teal. He was surprised when they said they wanted to use “his” colors, but he didn't question it at the time. It's all making sense now.
The shirt is a black, sleeveless crop top with a teal collar. It has a triangle flag over top spelling out “Veritas Prime” (somehow, the “Veritas” is much more bold than the “Prime”) that manages to cinch his already petite frame. It exposes his soft belly far more than what is appropriate for a 35-year-old man, but he’s never looked his age. The skirt is low-rise, exposing far too much skin below his belly button. It is also black with teal pleats and it barely covers his ass. He squints at Charlot, who is still fidgeting with his outfit. His skirt is definitely shorter than hers.
How did they even get his measurements?
“Coach, you know this routine better than anyone. You know it won't look right without everyone out there,” Charlot says excitedly.
“And that's also why you all pinned me down and waxed my entire body except any place that would violate Title IX?” Aventurine asks suspiciously.
“It's about uniformity! Why are you asking these questions like you don't already know this?” she huffs back.
She does have a point.
He rubs his eyes. “Let's just get this over with,” he groans. He doesn't really understand what they expect to happen. Ratio is just going to look at him unimpressed, if he even looks at him. Ratio usually wears his bust during games; he probably won't notice Aventurine is performing.
He puts on his best, dazzling smile as he runs out onto the Veritas Prime baseball field, pompoms shaking enthusiastically in his hands. His belly stretches as his back curves with each jump, exposing the sinfully tiny shorts underneath his skirt. He might as well commit to the performance. He does a quick scan to see if he can find Ratio in his usual position, but is surprised to see that the baseball coach isn’t there. He can't focus on that right now. He has to be there for his girls, so their stupid plan doesn't ruin the halftime performance.
Their opening routine is flawless, and he finds himself enjoying being on the field with crowds cheering for them. He loves the stage, no matter what stage it is, and it's rather fun performing with such low stakes. When they go to their seats to wait and prepare for the halftime performance, one of the baseball players runs up to Charlot, whispering in her ear. She nods at him conspiratorially. So, they even got the baseball team in on their plan?
Girls—they are a force to be reckoned with.
“Coach! Are you enjoying the game?” Charlot asks with stars in her eyes.
“Of course, I have no doubt that the Owls will win on their own turf,” Aventurine replies with a smile. He can't help but love them, even if they are scheming little bitches.
“Well! You'll definitely enjoy this next part then,” she replies with a wink.
He does not like whatever that implies.
“Next! We have a special show for you all before we bring out the cheerleaders for the halftime performance,” the announcer says over the loudspeaker. “We would like to invite out the coaches of each team to show off their skills! Each coach will get one opportunity to try and hit a home run. The winner will get to sit in the throne of honor during the halftime performance.”
Aventurine glares at Charlot exasperatedly. Suddenly, he gets how Ratio feels whenever he comes up with a half-baked plan to gamble with his life on missions. She gives him a shit-eating grin that only a college girl who knows how pretty she is can give. He rolls his eyes and looks back at the field. He truly turned these mogwai into gremlins. He can’t find it in himself to be mad about it.
When he sees Ratio walk out in an ungodly fitted baseball uniform, he thinks, “Even when whatever plan they're trying to accomplish fails, it'll be worth it just to see Ratio like this.”
Ratio’s pants are sinfully tight, and Aventurine can see the outline of everything. His muscular ass, the sculpted lines of his hips, and of course, his cock. He knows Ratio is wearing a cup, but he lets his mind wander, dreaming about how much of that obscenely large cup is filled out.
The buttons of his shirt are working overtime. His uniform looks vintage compared to the rest of the teams. Aventurine wonders if this is Ratio’s original outfit, the one he wore when he played for the team.
Anyway, back to the pecs that are about ready to burst out of that shirt. His buttons strain with each sway of his hips. Aventurine wonders who stitches their clothing; he wants to find out what not to do to Ratio’s shirts. This must be why he always wears shirts with chest cutouts—those things simply refuse to be contained. The shirt hugs his waist, making Ratio look like the most delicious dorito. His shoulders look nearly twice the size of his waist, and somehow, Ratio still manages to completely hide Aventurine when they stand in front of the other.
Ratio is nearly ten years younger than Aventurine, and right now, Aventurine can’t help but notice their age gap. He looks so young and sculpted, like something to be displayed at a museum, not getting dirty on a baseball field. Oh, how Aventurine wants to see him dirty, sliding across the plates, then lick the dirt off of him before he showers. He must really need to get laid if he’s having thoughts like that.
It's a little funny to see Ratio so obviously hating that he got roped into whatever plan the baseball team concocted. Aventurine wonders whether Ratio knows that the girls convinced him to be a cheerleader for the day. Taking a gamble, uncaring of the consequences, he gets out of his seat and yells, “Hit that home run, Veritas!” He shakes his pompoms up high, causing his belly to stretch and show under his already revealing outfit.
Ratio looks over and gawks, his mouth falling open. Aventurine doesn't get to see the blush forming on his face, as he closed his eyes when he cheered for Ratio. Ratio quickly turns away, pulling his hat down as he goes up to bat. Unsurprisingly, he hits the home run, but more importantly to Aventurine, he gets to watch Ratio's back and ass as he swings the bat. His bulging muscles of his hips as he twists, and the way his ass somehow becomes even more defined as he plants down one foot for balance. What nearly sends Aventurine to an early grave, though, is the smug smile on Ratio’s face as he watches the ball go soaring before he takes off running for first base.
Even Ratio running is enough to get Aventurine hard in these horribly tight shorts. The way his shoulders flex under that tight shirt, the way his muscular thighs jiggle as he sprints from base-to-base. When this does send him to an early grave, he’s going to die with the biggest erection he’s ever had.
When Ratio finally slides onto home base, securing his home run, he breaks out in this elated grin that gives Aventurine more heart palpitations than when he was strapped to that electric chair. This younger man is truly going to be the death of him.
He knows Ratio’s never had sex. In one of their rare drunken moments of honesty, Ratio told Aventurine that he doesn’t feel romantic or sexual desire, and that he has never pursued it. It’s a shame that such a body can’t be touched, but maybe that’s what allures Aventurine so. It’s a game with impossible stakes, and Aventurine can’t help but keep gambling.
All of the UVP baseball players run to pick him up and throw him in the air. Ratio is laughing, like, an actual laugh, not his amused or annoyed huff. Even if Aventurine never gets to have Ratio the way he wants, he will spoil his girls rotten for letting him experience this. They carry Ratio over to the throne to watch the halftime show, bowing dramatically as they crown him with a laurel wreath. Ratio suddenly clams up, realizing how much attention is on him. It’s so adorably cute; it makes Aventurine want to explode and go into a feral rage and eat him. Maybe he needs to get therapy and get laid.
Well, it’s their time to perform, and the stakes are higher than Penacony. More than his life is at risk this time. It’s not unheard of for college cheerleaders to have more… alluring performances, but when they showed him the inspiration for this routine, he was surprised by how provocative it was. He was less surprised by how quickly he caved to the girls’ demands. He truly is the worst kind of father—the kind who can’t say no to his baby girls.
He now realizes why they did it. Fine! If they want him to try and fail to seduce Ratio on this baseball field with hundreds of spectators, he’ll do it. This is hardly the first time he’s played the honey-pot. Aventurine is placed in the front, but he isn’t one of the main performers. His goal is mainly to look pretty and keep the attention on the girls performing the actual stunts.
His girls are some of the best, and he doesn’t worry about any of them getting harmed, especially since this performance isn’t particularly advanced. It’s a lot of easy tricks that look showy. Oh goddess, they really had been planning this since the beginning. They chose something easy so he could focus on seducing Ratio. He’s going to spoil them rotten. They really got him this time.
Again, he can’t let his girls down. So, he locks eyes with Ratio. He’s surprised to see that Ratio was already watching him. Ratio is probably surprised to see Aventurine performing. Ratio keeps half his face covered, but his eyes remain intently on Aventurine. Aventurine sways his hips to the beat of the music, raising his pompoms in time with the other side girls. Each time he raises them over his head, he makes sure to wiggle his hips at Ratio, who further covers his face each time, but he never looks away.
Aventurine is very flexible. He always has been, maybe it’s part of his blessing. When he raises his leg to do a standing half-split, he makes sure to face his crotch toward Ratio, giving him full view of his half-hard cock. “It’s all for you and because of you,” he thinks as he winks lasciviously at Ratio while sticking out his tongue. Ratio’s entire face goes beet red, and he covers it with both of his hands. He still watches Aventurine.
When their routine ends, he looks over at Charlot and returns her shit-eating grin from earlier. Then he goes over and sits on Ratio’s lap, planting a kiss on his cheek before starting the UVP cheer. The other cheerleaders giggle and join the chant. Eventually, the whole stadium is chanting.
He feels like Ratio is the king and Aventurine is his slutty concubine. When the cheerleaders start exiting the field, he joins them. He doesn’t look at Ratio again, but he does brush a hand over his crotch, just to see if the notoriously aloof scholar was affected. He blushes profusely. He forgot Ratio was wearing a cup! That has to be what he felt. It definitely could not have been Ratio’s raging erection.
The other team performs valiantly, but they’re on UVP turf. No dice. Nothing compares to the UVP baseball and cheerleading team. Regardless, for sportsmanship or whatever, they join in and cheer for the other team’s routine.
UVP wins in the end, of course. The UVP cheerleaders (including Aventurine) run out to do their winning performance, then they invite the other team’s cheerleaders to perform. Technically, only the UVP cheerleaders should have performed since their team won, but it was Charlot’s idea to invite the other team. They worked hard on that performance; they should get to show it. Ah, so this is what it means to be empathetic. He’s glad his girls got that skill somewhere else, because they certainly didn’t get it from him.
They exit the field alongside the baseball players. Per standard exit, the coaches walk off the field together. Usually, when Ratio walks off the stage, he keeps a distance from Aventurine and keeps his bust on until he reaches the changing rooms. This time, he is right next to Aventurine, and he has a death grip around Aventurine’s wrist.
Is Ratio upset that Aventurine was goading him? Is Ratio going to pull him aside and lecture him? Well, he’s a big boy, he can handle it. Whatever angry lecture he will receive is worth to see Ratio in that outfit with that beautiful smile on his face. Fuck, he’s so hopelessly horny and in love. More horny than in love. Maybe more in love than horny. Maybe he needs to add an exorcist to his therapy and getting laid post-game plans.
When they reach the hallway leading toward the respective changing rooms, Ratio stops, looking at the baseball team. “Hit the showers. You all did well today. We will debrief the game before our next practice, so arrive exactly 30 minutes early. Every second late will add a burpee to warmups for everyone,” Ratio says sternly. Most nod, but the more arrogant players give him a mock salute before turning to leave, laughing with their friends.
It’s obvious that the baseball team views Ratio more as an older brother than a father figure, like how the girls view Aventurine. It’s more fitting for Ratio, though, given how close he is in age to the players. Aventurine isn’t suited to being an older sibling, anyway. He has way too much youngest sibling energy.
Ratio’s hand is still wrapped tightly around Aventurine’s wrist. That, along with Ratio dismissing his team, means Aventurine can’t use his own debrief as a way to escape Ratio’s lecture. Sighing in resignation, he says, “Same goes for us girls. We’ll debrief before next practice. Same punishment for being late, too.”
“But Coach Aventurine! You’re the one who’s always late,” one of the girls complains.
“Well then, you better hope I’m not late, otherwise you’ll be taking on my punishment too,” he says with a wicked grin.
The girls groan and mutter before stomping off to their changing room. Gods, raising girls is so much work. There are two left behind: Charlot and the baseball captain, Jonathan. They both have the most mischievous, smug grins on their faces. Charlot wiggles her fingers at him as she waves goodbye, giving him a wink. Jonathan nods at Ratio conspiratorially before leaving. Ah, so that was the mastermind behind the baseball team’s side of the scheme. Aventurine wonders how many burpees he’ll have to do as punishment later, but the boy seems capable of handling it.
Ratio drags Aventurine down the hall to the baseball coach’s office. The cheerleading coach didn’t originally have an office, which Aventurine viewed as very unfair. So, he had one built, even if he never uses it. Something about equality was used in the justification of expenses. Dragging Aventurine inside, Ratio slams the door shut and locks it, then closes the blinds. If Aventurine wasn’t so sure he was about to get lectured, he’d be positive he was about to be fucked.
Ratio turns to Aventurine, pinning him against the desk, each of his unnecessarily toned arms trapping Aventurine’s waist between them. He leans in, staring down at Aventurine with an intensity that rivals molten lava. This really shouldn’t make Aventurine as aroused as he is.
“Pray tell, what was the point of your cheerleaders’ scheme this time?” Ratio asks, nearly growling.
“Aha, well, I assume it was to get us exactly into this position, my dear doctor. Although, I’m sure they were hoping for a much different outcome,” Aventurine replies airily. Even though he knows their ultimate goal will spectacularly fail, he always enjoys getting to rile Ratio up.
“And what was their ultimate goal?” Ratio asks, fire erupting from his irises.
“Come on, Doc, isn’t it obvious? A smart mind like yours should have been able to deduce the reason.”
“Evidently, I have not. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking.”
Aventurine blanches. For how smart the good doctor is, he is so oblivious to social cues. “Ratio… they’re trying to get us to fuck,” he says bluntly.
Ratio steps back, his eyes going wide in aghast. “What?” He sputters out.
“They’re always trying to get us alone, making excuses to get us to talk to each other… It’s painfully obvious.”
“So that’s why you’re wearing that… that cheerleading uniform?” Ratio asks, his face flushing as he looks away.
Aventurine chuckles at the stony scholar's response. “Yeah, I knew they were scheming, but even I didn’t expect this to happen. How did your team convince you to wear that?”
Ratio covers his face with his hand, dragging it down as he groans. “I wasn’t aware they were scheming. It was the Chancellor who came to me, asking me to participate in this ‘joint activity’ with the competing team. To think they went so far just to get us to… hook up.”
Honestly, hearing Ratio say the phrase “hook up” is enough to make his night.
“How do we get these idiotic schemes to stop?” Ratio asks bluntly.
It stings a little, but Aventurine understands. This isn’t the kind of thing Ratio does, and he certainly wouldn’t do it with someone like Aventurine. He sighs, keeping his signature blithe smile on his face. “I have tried, Doc. I know you don’t do these kinds of things. The girls are persistent, Charlot especially. She claims I’m the idiot for not realizing that you’re into me. I don’t think they’ll ever stop until we either fuck or one of us quits. Or they graduate. But something tells me they’ll pass on their mission to their successors.”
Ratio leans in again, trapping Aventurine between his arms. Their faces are centimeters apart, close enough that Aventurine can feel Ratio’s hot breath against his lips. “Then the most logical course of action is to give in and let them win their schemes.”
Aventurine’s eyes widen as his face grows hot. “What?” He sputters, his brain blue-screening. “Surely I didn’t hear you correctly.”
“You’ve never had hearing problems, gambler.”
“To taste such a delicacy knowing I can only have it once,” Aventurine says as he raises his hands to stroke Ratio’s chest. “Would you truly bequeath such a cruel fate to a gambler always dancing with death?”
“You know I do not answer stupid questions,” Ratio replies tersely, his breath hitching at Aventurine’s contact.
“But you’ve always answered my stupid questions,” Aventurine replies breathily, looking up to meet Ratio’s gaze.
“Then that should be a sufficient answer for you, dear gambler,” Ratio replies as he lifts one of his hands to cradle Aventurine’s face. He then leans down and takes Aventurine’s lips between his own.
The kiss is clumsy at first. He’s pretty sure Ratio has never kissed anyone, and the thought goes straight to his groin. He’s always been a possessive, greedy man. Knowing that he’s the first and (hopefully) only person Ratio will kiss makes him moan into Ratio’s mouth. He decides to take the lead, using his expertise to guide Ratio on how to kiss well.
He parts his lips, licking at Ratio’s until the man lets him in. His hands reach to grab Ratio’s head, pulling him impossibly closer, until their groins meet. The kiss turns frantic and desperate as they grind against each other. Aventurine still can’t tell if he’s rubbing against Ratio’s cup or his erection, but he does not care right now. The friction is so good.
Ratio pulls away and Aventurine whines, but then Ratio is on his neck, biting and sucking his skin. Aventurine grimaces at a particularly hard bite. He’s about to scold Ratio for leaving marks in such an exposed area, but Ratio interrupts him, saying, “Shut up. This is your fault. You’ll take what I give you.”
Aventurine whimpers, grinding harder against Ratio. Who knew his 26-year-old virgin doctor had such an aggressive side? Perhaps he finally did poke the bear too much. Not that he’s complaining. Ratio huffs as he pulls away, roughly flipping Aventurine around so that his chest is pressed to the desk.
“You drive me crazy,” Ratio says in a husky voice as he flips up Aventurine’s skirt and rips his shorts off. “Do you know how humiliating it was to be sitting on that throne in front of hundreds of spectators?” He says as he slaps Aventurine’s ass hard. Aventurine yelps from the sting and groans when Ratio starts kneading the sore flesh.
“Do you know how hard it was knowing that everyone could see you in this slutty little outfit?” Ratio bites the bruise forming on Aventurine’s ass. “Then you had to do that split, exposing your erection to me, and you had the gall to wink.” He slaps Aventurine’s other cheek.
“I nearly lost my composure when you sat on my lap. I nearly bent you over that throne and fucked you right there, in front of everyone. So that all of UVP would know that you may dress like a little fucking slut but that you’re mine.” He bites again and again, littering Aventurine’s perky ass with bruises and marks.
Ratio spreads Aventurine’s cheeks before diving in and lapping at the blonde’s hole with an unmatched intensity. Aventurine moans loudly, gripping the edge of the desk for support as he spreads his legs, exposing his balls and dripping cock to Ratio. Ratio pulls away, causing Aventurine to look back with an affronted glare, but Ratio slaps his ass again hard, causing Aventurine to jolt and whine.
“I told you to shut up,” Ratio says threateningly. He takes one of Aventurine’s balls into his mouth, biting down on it, using it like a chew toy. Aventurine covers his mouth as he screams out. It hurts so fucking good. He didn’t think his usually composed, virgin doctor would have a mean streak, but Ratio has never been one to be defined by stereotypes.
Ratio pulls back, just enough to pant against Aventurine’s perineum. “Our idiotic students use their boundless intelligence to do something as banal as scheming to get us into a room together. You make me lose my mind, Aventurine. You drive me to my wits’ end, forcing my hand, forcing me to ask you whether we should give them what they want to stop their stupid ruse.” Ratio bites his other ball before sucking on it roughly, while kneading the gambler’s thighs with his hands.
“Yes, Aventurine,” he says as he pulls back, using one of his fingers to pull against Aventurine’s hole. The blonde squirms under him, trapped beneath Ratio’s solid body and harsh words. “I have no interest in romance or sex. At least that was true until you came into my life. You plague my thoughts. You make me lose all rationality,” he says as he spits on Aventurine’s hole before shoving one of his long, thick fingers inside. Aventurine rocks against the desk, his erection hitting the wood with each thrust of Ratio’s finger.
“Countless times I have cum with your name on my tongue, thinking I could never actually have you. You frivolous whore. You constantly brag about your unsatisfactory lovers, never daring to get close to someone who will actually make you cum.”
Aventurine has a notoriously long list of bodies, both for work and pleasure. Being called a slut and a whore is one of the few names he’s proud to be called. There’s nothing wrong with indulging in hedonism. He’s had a rough life, he deserves some fun every now and then. He hasn’t taken on a lover for pleasure, though, since realizing how infatuated he was with Ratio. Yes, he may have bragged a few times about his salacious history to see how Ratio would react, but Ratio never reacted. He would brush Aventurine off, telling him to focus on work rather than lascivious thoughts.
It wasn’t until later in their partnership that Aventurine drunkenly admitted how lackluster his love life had been. Even with good lovers, ones who actually cared to make him cum, even while exploring an entire dictionary’s worth of kinks, nothing left him feeling good after sex. Ratio had simply told him to tell this to a therapist rather than him.
So, yes, Aventurine’s mind is reeling as Ratio admits all of this to him. Years of misunderstandings and failed communication finally boil over, causing Aventurine to look back at Ratio with a sneer while saying, “What, you think a virgin like yourself is capable of making a slut like me cum?”
Ratio presses his entire body against Aventurine as he shoves another finger into the blonde’s hole. He brings his other hand and clasps it around Aventurine’s mouth as he whispers hotly in his ear, “What don’t you understand about ‘shut up.’” He removes his hand from Aventurine’s mouth and wraps it around his pretty neck, squeezing the sides tightly. Aventurine gasps as Ratio’s fingers start moving faster and harder in and out of his hole.
“This is your punishment for driving me crazy all these years. I’ll use you how I see fit and you’ll fucking take it. Whether you enjoy it as well is a benefit for you, not for me.” Ratio licks the shell of Aventurine’s ear when he finishes speaking.
Despite his words, the stony scholar explores Aventurine until he finds that sweet spot, and he starts massaging it with deep, punishing thrusts. Ratio releases his grip around Aventurine’s neck when the gambler weakly taps against his arm. He moves his hand back over the blonde’s mouth as he adds a third finger, taking his fingers all the way out before plunging them back in and scissoring him open.
Ratio’s mouth trails down Aventurine’s back, kissing each scar and bitting unblemished flesh. Far sooner than Aventurine would like to admit, he’s shaking beneath Ratio, crying and moaning into the hand. Right as his back arches, preparing for release, Ratio pulls away entirely.
Aventurine wails. He looks back at Ratio with teary eyes, and the doctor says, “You’ll cum when I tell you that you can cum.”
Then, Ratio flips Aventurine over, positioning him so that his ass just hangs off the desk. Aventurine’s legs are limp, dangling off the table. “You are so beautiful,” Ratio whispers as his hands trail down Aventurine’s body in reverence.
His fingers linger on Aventurine’s soft belly, pulling his skirt down so he can look at the entire plane of skin. Aventurine twitches under each gentle touch. The difference in treatment makes Aventurine’s mind go haywire. He loves it.
Ratio gently kisses Aventurine’s belly, licking along the curve of his waist and nosing the soft flesh below his belly button. “You’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you?” Ratio says breathily as he presses a kiss just above Aventurine’s groin.
Aventurine gasps in pleasure, curling his hand in Ratio’s hair to guide him so they make eye contact. A smug grin crosses Ratio’s face, and Aventurine doesn’t care that he’s armed Ratio with another kink. He wants to be Ratio’s doll so bad.
“So you want to be my little, pretty doll? Existing just for me to fuck into for my own pleasure?” Ratio asks as he takes Aventurine into a passionate kiss. Aventurine moans and nods enthusiastically against him. “Say it,” he commands as he pulls away, just enough for Aventurine to speak.
“I want to be your doll,” Aventurine whispers, meeting Ratio’s intense gaze. “I want you to use me for your pleasure.”
“You’ll be my doll only from now on, do you understand?” Ratio asks, but he says it more like a demand.
“Yes,” Aventurine replies. Realistically, he’ll likely still have to fuck others for work, but there’s no way he would seek out anyone other than Ratio for pleasure.
The smile that adorns Ratio’s face is blinding. Fuck. Aventurine was supposed to be the experienced one who fucked Ratio through the best night of his life, but now, he’s putty under this young virgin’s hands.
Ratio unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to expose his cock. Aventurine has seen every kind of dick imaginable, and by looking at Ratio’s, he’s sure that this morose recluse is about to give him the best sex of his life. Ratio climbs onto the desk, straddling Aventurine’s face before he forces the blonde’s mouth open and roughly fucks into his mouth.
He groans as he fucks Aventurine’s face. Aventurine squirms under him, struggling to breathe. He doesn’t care. Ratio could kill him right now, and it would be the best death a Sigonian thrall like him could ask for. Then, Ratio abruptly pulls away and Aventurine whines petulantly. Ratio grabs and twists one of Aventurine’s clothed nipples as he gets off the table, spreading the gambler’s legs, thrusting into him.
Ratio sets a brutal pace. Aventurine grabs onto the edge of the desk again as Ratio’s forceful thrusts nearly send him sliding across the surface. “Such a good little slut. You’re taking me so well, sucking me in so much,” Ratio rambles as he fucks into that warm hole.
Aventurine is in heaven. Lying back and being used by the only man he’s wanted to be with. It’s a dream come true. Ratio’s hands return to his belly, stroking the soft skin. Well, at least Aventurine now knows one of the good doctor’s kinks.
Ratio’s pace never falters. He keeps fucking into Aventurine brutally, even as Aventurine whines and moans. He’s never orgasmed just from getting fucked before, but right now, he feels so close. Ratio must realize thid because he wraps his hand around the base of Aventurine’s dick, squeezing it tightly. Aventurine thrashes beneath him, whining and crying out when Ratio denies him his orgasm.
“Dolls only get to cum when they’re told to,” Ratio scolds as he fucks into Aventurine harder. Tears form in Aventurine’s eyes and fall down his face like broken strings of pearls. He’s being used so thoroughly, absolutely ruined for anyone other than Ratio.
Ratio leans down, whispering hotly into Aventurine’s ear, “When I come inside you, you’ll say thank you. Do you understand?” Aventurine nods weakly.
It doesn’t take much longer for Ratio to cum. His hips stutter against the blonde’s ass, his thumbs stroking gentle circles around that soft tummy as his hands grip Aventurine’s hips hard enough to bruise. He cums with a groan, nearly collapsing on top of the blonde. Aventurine weakly brings his hands up to card through Ratio’s hair as he weakly slurs, “Thank you.”
Ratio slips out of Aventurine and watches his cum trickle out of his abused hole. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of Aventurine, fucked out and used, laying across his desk. Suddenly aware of his very sweaty clothes, Ratio strips himself bare before bundling Aventurine into his arms and walking over to the office chair.
He wraps Aventurine’s legs around his waist, letting the blonde slump into him. “You did so good, my love,” Ratio whispers into Aventurine’s hair as he strokes down his spine. Ratio holds him, whispering sweet nothings as the gambler recuperates in his arms. Eventually, Aventurine squrims in his arms, grinding his still hard erection into Ratio.
Ratio chuckles. “Does my doll want to cum?” Aventurine nods weakly against him, not looking up. “Okay, I’ll help my doll cum, but you can only cum when I tell you to. Do you understand?” Aventurine nods again.
Ratio turns Aventurine around so that his back is pressed to Ratio’s chest. Then, he spreads his muscular thighs, exposing Aventurine under his sinfully short skirt. Aventurine head lolls against Ratio’s shoulder, utterly fucked out and boneless. Ratio begins stroking his shaft slowly, mindful of how overstimulated Aventurine is. Eventually, he picks up his pace, getting Aventurine closer to an orgasm. Right as Aventurine squirms and arches his back, Ratio tightens his grip against the base of Aventurine’s cock, stopping his orgasm.
Aventurine whines, going limp in Ratio’s arms. He really is like a doll right now, unable to speak, unable to move on his own. Ratio hushes him, pressing gentle kisses into the crown of his head. “You’re doing so good,” Ratio whispers.
When Aventurine calms down, Ratio starts stroking him again. Aventurine can’t do anything other than take it. He’s overstimulated, exhausted, and in desperate need of cumming. He’s just Ratio’s doll, only good for being used like the whore he is. Ratio edges him five more times. By the last edging, Aventurine is sobbing in his arms. Ratio coos at him, his free hand stroking Aventurine’s soft belly. “I know, my love. You’re being so good for me,” Ratio says, consolingly. “I’ll let you cum now.” Aventurine nods weakly, but otherwise doesn’t respond.
Aventurine gasps, his eyes blowing wide as Ratio fucks into him again. “You’ll be good and cum from my cock, right?” Aventurine nods. The sensation of Ratio inside him is too much. He’s so sensitive, so thoroughly used. He can’t do anything other than take what Ratio gives him, unable to voice anything otherwise. He doesn’t want anything else. He wants to be the only thing that can bring Ratio pleasure like this.
Ratio bounces his nearly lifeless form on his cock. Then, he grips Aventurine’s face and tilts it to the mirror across the room. “I want you to watch my pretty little doll take me,” he says. Ratio moves one of his hands and places it over his belly, pressing into the soft skin. Aventurine moans, feeling even more clearly how deep Ratio is inside him. “Fuck, I can feel myself inside you. You’re just a useless hole to fuck, aren’t you?” Aventurine whines, drool dripping from his mouth. Ratio continues to press into Aventurine’s stomach, like he wants to wrap his hand around his dick while it's inside Aventurine.
“Cum for me, baby,” Ratio whispers hotly into Aventurine’s ear. On command, Aventurine seizes up, clenching around Ratio as he finally cums. His entire body spasms, his legs shaking and his fingers digging into the flesh of Ratio’s forearm. He screams as he releases, the splatters of cum spraying across the floor. Ratio groans under him as he cums inside Aventurine’s abused hole.
The brutal thrusting slowly stops, and Ratio wraps his arms around Aventurine, dragging him closer. Ratio doesn’t pull out for a long while. Instead, he presses kisses into Aventurine’s skin while whispering how good he did. They stay like that for a while: Aventurine boneless in Ratio’s arms, unable to deflect the praise Ratio is giving him. He has to take it, like Ratio instructed.
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Eventually, Ratio bundles Aventurine into his arms again as he stands. He deposits Aventurine into the chair as he dresses in his spare clothes. When he turns to look at Aventurine, he’s wearing the softest smile the blonde has ever seen. Ratio kneels in front of Aventurine so they’re at eye-level.
“You will come home with me,” Ratio says. “We will bathe together, then I will make dinner for you. You will eat all of the food I put in front of you with no complaints. If you do complain, I will punish you. Then you will do your nightly routine and sleep in my bed with my arms wrapped around you. Do you understand, my dear gambler?”
Aventurine’s eyes go wide. Normally, Aventurine would refuse. He would make up some excuse so he could go home and wallow in the hollowness that sex leaves him in. He can’t, though. All he can do is be Ratio’s pretty little doll that does what he says. “I understand,” he replies meekly.
Ratio smiles, obviously feeling satisfied with how easily Aventurine agreed. Honestly, it feels like Ratio enjoyed making Aventurine comply with aftercare more than he enjoyed fucking him. Not that Aventurine is complaining. Ratio carries Aventurine out of the building bridal-style, and Aventurine doesn’t have any energy left in him to complain.
When they reach Ratio’s house, Aventurine does everything Ratio says without complaint. He does think about being a brat a few times to see what kind of punishment Ratio would inflict on him, but he understands now that this won’t be the last time he can rile Ratio up into fucking the life out of him, so he decides to remain complacent. The soft smile on Ratio’s face every time he does what he’s told is worth it.
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At the next cheer practice, he arrives five minutes late. He does always try to be on time, but the life of a Stoneheart is busy, and he rarely gets to be on time. All of the girls are wearing elated grins, and he groans. Honestly, he completely forgot about what finally forced Ratio and him to get together.
“So, did our plan actually work?” Charlot asks with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
He doesn’t want to inflate these girls' egos more, but they did accomplish the impossible. He gives them a sly wink that causes them all to burst into squeals, nearly tackling him to the ground while bombarding him with questions. Eventually, he gets them off him and crosses his arm, mustering his best stern-dad expression.
“Lucy!” He yells. “How many were late to practice today?” He can always count on Lucy to tattle on her teammates for some meager praise.
“Just you, Coach Aventurine. You were five minutes late,” she replies with a smug smile on his face.
“Well, what did Coach Ratio say? One burpee for every second someone was late?” He says with a devilish smile.
All of the girls burst out in complaints. “That’s an impossible amount of burpees! We’ll be dead by the time warmups are over.” One of the girls cries out.
He was not built to be a stern dad. He throws up his hands in submission. “Alright girls, we’ll only add an additional five rounds of burpees. As thanks for your hard work,” he says with a wink.
They all groan, most of them muttering about how ungrateful he is. He chuckles. Goddess, he loves his demon children so much. At the end of practice, he hears whooping and hollering. Looking over, he sees a bunch of college boys practically climbing on top of Ratio, cheering him on. Even though Ratio is wearing a bust, he can tell that his face is tomato-red.
Ratio throws them all off. Facing them with his hands crossed tightly around his chest, he barks, “100 burpees and 10 laps around the field for your insolence!”
Aventurine chuckles as he watches the baseball players argue with Ratio. “Seriously?! None of us were late, and we finally got you laid!” One of them says.
“200 burpees and 20 laps around the field!” Ratio responds with venom in his voice. “Argue with me again and the number will keep increasing.”
Aventurine looks back at the girls, who are watching the baseball players grumble as they start their burpees. “You’re lucky you have a cool dad~” Aventurine says with a smirk.
They all glare at him. “You totally are not cool,” Charlot says as she rolls her eyes. Ouch. Girls can be so mean. She runs over and gives him a hug, “I’m really happy for you, Coach,” she says as she kisses his cheek. He hugs her back.
“Thank you, kiddo.”
“Ugh! So uncool. Don’t call me kiddo, lame-ass old man.”
Yeah. Girls can be so mean, but he loves them so much.