Missing each other, struggling Aventurine/Ratio
[mutual pining, established relationship, NSFW included]
[TW: Light mention of Aventurine having bad sexual experiences]
[Context clues: demisexual Ratio, hypersexual Aventurine]
I imagine work drags Aventurine away to many places as does to Ratio; not always together. The doctor has his research and his students, afterall. The gambler has people to compel to sign and an office for stocks, analytics, and graphs, afterall. They cannot possibly be together always with work not always aligned to big missions to tackle as a duo.
Which brings us to Aventurine in bed, pressing his face into the pillow and grumbling. He grabs it and pulls it in front of him to hug it instead of supporting his head. Alas, it's not the same. He even lays atop of it but it's not Ratio. It doesn't have the firmness of his hard-earned sculpted body, it doesn't breathe to lift him with each inhale and lower with the opposite, it doesn't have heavy arms to frame him, it doesn't have a steady heartbeat, nor the comfort associated with them all.
Aventurine can't sleep. Not after they've cuddled like that.
Last time they saw each other Ratio was appalled at Aven stating gentle sex is either boring or creepy in his experience, dismissing it. Veri offers to teach him how it should be, though knows it just isn't everyone's cup of tea he just can't trust those fuckers did it right. He's seen enough of Aventurine's 'VIP clients' as well as flings to assume the pattern.
So Veritas makes love to him. Aventurine is in fucking shambles. Treated with such gentleness and care and passion that he cried... and then this time Ratio finally spoke up and insisted Ave stays. Usually he leaves after, not wanting to be a bother. But after THAT? Yeah. He does. And they cuddle.
Which brings us back to Aventurine in bed, cursing Veritas' name. How dare he make him feel loved and cared for and safe? And how dare he not be here to do it again? The catcakes try to help by nuzzling against him, purring, but our gambler will not fall asleep with ease.
Now I'll bring us to Dr. Veritas Ratio who is suffering in another way. His hand is not enough. Not even with his vivid imagining of Aventurine rolling his hips, not even when he flips to his stomach to fuck into it, no amount of lube changes that the Gambler isn't gasping and shaking and whining out his name in prayers, that his feverish body isn't there, that it's just his fingers tightening not Ave's rim and walls around him, that there are no heated touches with his leather gloves and cold metal rings nor nails digging into his back, that he can't smell his perfume on the washed sheets and pillowcases. Damned Gambler... Incoherent thoughts of snippets of that night and the different ones before play like a silent film behind his tightly closed eyelids.
Infuriated would be an understatement at the count of 1h36min when he gives up. Infatuated beyond repair his body slumps, sweat-soaked and breathing heavy, still unsatisfied. But he fears making that kind of call to him, it might imply he only wants his body. In desperation he picks up the phone only to put it back down. 'I can't booty-call him!' Ratio makes a myriad of excuses in his mind but in the end only texts "Goodnight, dear Gambler." Then orders toys that might help him.
He's never been this frustrated. Out of all the people why must it be him that he gets so attached to? --to the point of desiring him sexually, to the point his own hand which has served him well for many years is now not enough? That peacock-esque scheming man... 'That will not work on me,' Ratio stated the first time he noticed the lilts were flirtatious; the present time Veritas scoffs at himself 'Wait for it, give it a few years.'
Now one last time visiting Vasha. He stares at the text as dawn arrives never granting him respite. WHAT IN THE HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP IS THIS SHIT?? HOW IS SO KIND AND SWEET AND RESPECTFUL?! THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM!!!
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