[ Ratio pulls Aventurine harder onto him with little regard for his comfort or ability to find purchase, fully intent on breaking the chair he's using to prop himself up on. He hunches forward, picking up his erratic pace as he fills Aventurine as deep as he can reach, his own breath coming to him in quick, ragged pants. ] You do- hah- you do make everything much more interesting. [ He hisses through clenched teeth. ] Fuck. You feel so good.