[ hearing ratio curse is music to his ears, because he knows he doesn’t like to use such foul language, but when he’s pushed to his limits, the brink, he can’t help it. aventurine continues to hollow his cheeks, sucking along his length as he grinds his palm that much harder. more, more, he needs so much more. if he wasn’t so committed to making him cum from his mouth alone, then aventurine would have already spread himself open on the table for him. ]
[ he moans, his eyes finally closing as he focuses that much harder, …hoping to taste the doctor’s sweet release soon. ]
[ Though he's still trying to bite his lip and keep himself from making any noise, he can't help the heavy breaths and pants that escape him as Aventurine's mouth suctions around his cock. Ratio's eyes close as he threads his hands through his hair, groaning as he finally reaches his dizzying climax. He's left breathing heavily as he hunches over the table, trying to bring himself back to his senses. ] You're... incorrigible, gambler.
[ he sits back and swallows it down, a finger rising to swipe at the dribble rolling down the side of his mouth. ] Mm... [ he leans around the stack of books and then quickly slips out from under the table once he's confirmed the coast is clear. returning to his chair he scoots it closer to ratio, reaching to comb his fingers through his hair. ] And you love it. [ he replies in sing-song. ] Like you love me. [ he seems to incredibly pleased with himself. ] Do you want a hand grading these papers? the faster you finish the faster you can take care of ~me. [ he's still got a tent in his pants. ]
[ He's still dazed as Aventurine sits next to him, glancing down at the rest of his papers with a groan. ] As much as I don't doubt your intelligence, this may be too much for you.
...and it is the opposite of foreplay. [ He brushes the rest of the papers over into a pile to clear space on his desk. ] I'll grade you instead.
I can mark them up~! Just tell me what's right, wrong, and their grade, and I'll take care of all the scribble scra... bble... [ smiiiirks. ] Grade me, huh, ...well go on, professor, and mark me up. [ he sets a hand on the table to push the papers and pens aside, so they don't make a 'mess' of them. he hops up onto the table afterward and spreads his legs, the tent in his pants all the more obvious. ] I'm yours, professor.
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[ he moans, his eyes finally closing as he focuses that much harder, …hoping to taste the doctor’s sweet release soon. ]
Re: Day 57 ~*nsfw*~
Re: Day 57 ~*nsfw*~
Re: Day 57 ~*nsfw*~
...and it is the opposite of foreplay. [ He brushes the rest of the papers over into a pile to clear space on his desk. ] I'll grade you instead.
Re: Day 57 ~*nsfw*~