[ aventurine shuts his eyes to focus on taking it all, drinking the sweet ambrosia that ratio is funneling down his throat. he doesn’t want to spill a single drop. he moans from around him, his face burning a bright red, because he’s so unbelievably turned on. he considers palming himself to completion, but, no, he’ll figure himself out later. ]

[ sitting back on his haunches he licks his swollen lips and looks up at ratio, charmed by the disheveled doctor. ] Doctor, you’re so good to me, …I feel spoiled.