P- proud... [ Ratio exhales, like he's still trying to keep his composure rather than entirely giving in to the pleasure Aventurine is overwhelming him with. ] ...ten points. [ He murmurs his approval in his favorite way, mostly because he can't seem to form any other words. Especially as Aventurine leans back to look at him, with his flushed face and chest heaving with each sharp breath. Truly this man is going to be the death of him, in too many ways to count. ]

-ah! [ He's as relaxed as he can be, already starting to come apart as Aventurine starts to ease into him. But even Ratio can't remain stoic, groaning in pure, debased pleasure. ] It's so... much.... Don't stop. [ He practically demands, his own dick hard and throbbing like he's already pushed to his limit. ]