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Aventurine has not stirred all morning.
He didn’t move when Veritas crawled out of bed for a glass of water. Didn’t so much as flinch when the blinds were pulled open, when sunlight filtered in through the window and was casted upon his face, framing it in a lovely morning glow. He’s only laying here, curled on his side with half his face buried against a pillow.
Veritas has been awake since six, and he’s been watching Aventurine for several hours.
Usually, Aventurine rises when Veritas does and they spend their morning together. Groggy and sometimes grumpy, tripping over each other in the bathroom as they go over themselves in the mirror. and taking turns pouring their respective cups of coffee.
However, they were up very late last night and it's mostly Veritas' fault一Aventurine makes him insatiable.
He brushes a stray strand of blonde hair away from Aventurine’s face, tucking it behind his ear in a motion that’s so soft it might be mistaken for the work of a ghost. Fingers dance along the soft skin of his cheek and trail along the edge of his jaw, dipping down to gently thumb over the deepening bruises left by Veritas' teeth on his neck. Toying with the collar of the button-up Aventurine stole from Veritas' closet, Veritas pulls it to the side to reveal an unmarked patch of ski and drops a kiss there.
At this, Aventurine shifts. Just a little.
And Veritas can’t help himself.
When Aventurine rolls onto his back, Veritas hovers over him within seconds, not bothering to give the other the time needed to process being awake, before he peppers Aventurine’s neck in dozens of soft kisses.
“Good morning, doctor,” Aventurine mumbles and uses the back of his fist to rub at his eyes. He looks lazy right now and no matter how many times Veritas wakes up beside him, he cannot fathom just how gorgeous laziness looks on Aventurine.
Veritas regards him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth followed by his own, “Good morning,” as his hands slip under Aventurine’s shirt, laying flat against his abdomen.
Aventurine, though small, shivers and lets out a sleep laugh. “Don’t you think it's a little early for this?”
“Are you telling me to stop?” Veritas flicks his eyes up to Aventurine.
‘No.” Aventurine runs his fingers through Veritas’ hair, effectively moving his bangs away from his forehead to reveal his face.
“I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”
Aventurine smiles a sleepy, sleepy smile. “How impatient of you.”
“Quite,” Veritas agrees and finally presses a proper kiss to Aventurine’s lips. It's a soft thing, an effortless thing, as Aventurine chases him with another kiss, and all at once the softness is gone. It's ugly now, desperate; hours spent watching Aventurine’s lips while he slept pours out of Veritas with this single action and it's almost enough to compel him to keep Aventurine in bed all day.
They have nowhere to be. No responsibilities to tend to. No one is expecting them. All things considered, it's the perfect day to do this and nothing else.
Lips still on Aventurine’s, Veritas now begins unbuttoning his way up the front of Aventurine’s shirt. He takes his time, savoring each small gasp and squirm he coaxes out of Aventurine with such a simple action, and he’s only just made it to the halfway point一
A phone rings, shrill and persistent, and it is not Veritas’.
He stops, hands still on the buttons and lips frozen on Aventurine’s.
Aventurine groans and reaches for the device. Ignores the call.
Thinking that’s the end of it, Veritas goes to kiss him again一
The same ringtone as before.
This time, Veritas lets Aventurine know of his displeasure, and now that it's rung a second time, it is not so easy to ignore. Clearly, someone else desires Aventurine’s attention right now.
“How annoying,” Aventurine sighs and, shooing Veritas off of him, answers the phone. With a huff of his own, Veritas sits back on his heels at the foot of their bed, and watches Aventurine reach over to the bedside table once more to pick up the ringing phone. He briefly squints at the caller ID before tapping the screen and bringing the phone up to his ear. Veritas gives a snort at the barely-hidden frustration in Aventurine’s voice. “Hello? Ah…I was in the middle of something –”
At this, Aventurine’s brilliant eyes flick in Veritas’s direction, holding the other man’s gaze for a breath or two before looking away.
“ – No, it’s alright , I suppose.” Aventurine sighs. There’s the muffled sound of someone speaking on the other side of the line. “You said it was urgent?”
Veritas gives a sharp exhale at that. Looks like he’d have to wait for a while for Aventurine to finish his phone call. And what a pity at that; Aventurine is an absolute work of art as he lies there, sprawled onto the bed with his hair in a disarray, and his barely-buttoned silk shirt just barely covering the smooth expanse of his stomach and chest. A delectable sight. A nigh irresistible – no, irresistible sight.
Veritas has always seen himself as a rational man, rarely, if ever marching to the tune of his more baser instincts. He was no slave to his body’s whims and woes, but at that moment, as he gazes down at Aventurine chatting away on his phone, utterly unaware of the absolute power he held over the man before him.
Oh, ignorance is bliss.
“Stop, stop, stop. ” Aventurine sighs, flicking a lock of golden hair out his eyes with his free hand. He huffs before he resumes speaking, draping his arm over the pillows next to him. He rolls his eyes up at the ceiling, clearly miffed over whatever it was the party was saying. “So you’re telling me, Opal misreported shareholder profits for…yeah, that … for this quarter? Sounds to me like someone’s shifting blame, don’t you think?”
Sounds serious. Aventurine probably should’ve taken this call when he was more, well, awake and out of bed.
Veritas has always seen himself as a rational man, but he’s never quite seen himself as a particularly virtuous one. And so, faced with the decision before him; indulge in the visage that was Aventurine, splayed before him for his pleasure, or to walk away, and let the other man tend to whatever it was that required his attention –
– Well, the decision was quite easy.
Aventurine eyes Veritas warily as the latter leans down over him, clearly only half-heartedly listening to the chatter coming from his phone speakers. Alas, he looks away a moment later in favor of turning his attention back to his phone once the chatter had died down again, indicating it was his turn to talk.
“I’m not in charge of investigations, you’re calling the wrong guy – oh? A debt? Sounds to me like it’s still Opal’s problem –” Aventurine’s sentence dies in his mouth as his breath hitches when a soft kiss is suddenly pressed against the underside of his jaw, right beneath an ear. Aventurine aimlessly swats at the air between them, shooting Veritas a half-hearted glare before continuing whatever it was he was saying, “...right, so then why are you calling me ?”
The talking on the other side of the line picks up again and Aventurine hums, his attention completely on the conversation again. Veritas presses his lips on the same spot again, and again, moving a bit lower until he was peppering kisses against the junction between his neck and shoulder.
“Well, you should’ve started with that , if that’s the case.” Aventurine says, clearing his throat. Veritas takes pride in the fact in how his voice is just slightly more breathy than usual.
Veritas feels a hand on his shoulder, pushing weakly against him. He moves back to meet Aventurine’s brilliant gaze, at the faint pink adding a hint of color to his fair skin. “What are you doing?” He silently mouths. Veritas only hums, catching the briefest glint of nervousness in his eyes before he moves back to his place, with his lips on the other man’s skin.
“Fine, ah…what did Jade say again?” If Veritas had looked up at Aventurine in that moment, he’d have noticed the way Aventurine was watching Veritas slowly move his ministrations down his neck, and chest, only giving a half-present “uh-huh” at periodic intervals. Veritas does, however, catch the way Aventurine arcs his back ever-so-slightly, leaning into his kisses, and seems to jump ever-so-slightly as Veritas undoes the last button holding his blouse closed with his teeth, leaving his upper body completely exposed for the doctor’s viewing pleasure. “Mm-hm, and…um…she wants me to do what, now?”
His hands are quick to press against Aventurine’s skin, quick to grip his waist and smooth over his chest if to only hear him stumble over his words at the surprise of something ghosting over his nipples. Aventurine half heartedly pushes at Veritas again, the action having very little force behind it, as lips begin to trail further down his body. It starts with the hallow of his threat, a kiss so quick one could argue it didn’t happen, and then he’s leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he makes his way to one of Aventurine’s nipples. He flicks his tongue over the hardened nub and to his own dismay, elicits no reaction out of Aventurine like he wanted.
No matter.
This time, Veritas introduces teeth. He catches the nipple between them and bites with enough force to bruise, to pull yelp of surprise from Aventurine, but does not break the skin. Aventurine swats at him, a scolding look sweeping over his features as he covers the speaker of the phone with his free hand to harshly whisper, “You dog. They’ll hear me if you keep this up.”
“They would be so lucky.”
They would be, and the thought alone is enough to strike the flame of jealousy deep in Veritas' stomach. He never took himself for the type, given how level headed and rational he is even in the worst of situations, but the singular image of someone who is not him hearing Aventurine slowly come undone makes him feel uncharacteristic things一unspeakable things.
Still, Aventurine keeps his attention on the phone, and this only displeases Veritas further. He wants Aventurine’s attention on him now .
Still, Veritas makes his presence and needs now. He abandons Aventurine’s nipple in favor of following a predetermined path consisting of kisses and licks down the center of his torso, feeling the way Aventurine sucks in a breath once his stomach is reached. His hips twitch and he can’t seem to decide if he wants to arch toward the touch or squirm away from it.
Veritas makes the decision for him.
Large hands grab tightly at Aventurine’s waist, hard enough to leave light marks on what is a very blank canvas, and nips at the space where skin gives away to the elastic waistband of his pants, which match his shirt, of course. Aventurine’s calm facade is beginning to falter and Veritas knows, smugly so, that he is the reason and he cannot help but relish in the way Aventurine bites down on his fist to stifle yet another moan as whoever's is on the other end of the phone is blissfully unaware.
How much longer can Aventurine keep this up, Veritas wonders. Surely he’ll be pent up enough to crack, to hang up the call and give himself to Veritas entirely. Surely one can only endure so much teasing.
However, Aventurine does not need to be the one to crack. Veritas is just as much a man with his own needs as he is, though he always thought himself to have more patience than that. Then again, when faced with Aventurine, Veritas often finds himself doing, feeling, and saying things that feel foreign to him. A lack of patience, especially with a view such as this laid out before him, would not be the most surprising thing in the world. In fact, one might expect it.
Regardless, sooner or later one of them is going to break, and he hopes it isn’t him. Given the growing tent in the other man’s silk pants, Veritas somehow doubts it’d be him, though.
Aventurine is surprisingly pliant beneath Veritas’ strong grip, as the latter hooks his fingers beneath his waistband and peels his pants off with one smooth motion. Being the gambler that he is, Aventurine’s poker face is quite impressive by any standard, but Veritas still catches a glint of anxiety in his eyes as he settles between his legs and lowers himself down until he only needs to tilt his chin down to press a light kiss against the growing erection in front of him.
“You can’t be serious.” Aventurine states, slapping a hand over his phone’s microphone. Veritas lets out a puff of amusement, placing a hand on one of Aventurine’s soft thighs, enjoying how he seems to jump oh so slightly beneath his touch. “And what about any of this has given you the impression that this is some sort of joke?”
“I’m in the middle of something .” He hisses, jerking his head in the direction of the phone in his hands.
“Then I highly advise that you end it,” Veritas says slowly, “before I make you end it.”
Aventurine’s almost-comically frustrated expression stays fixed in place, but Veritas catches the way his throat bobs as he swallows. The corner of his lips twist up into a smirk, and he opens his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the muffled chatter coming from the phone he is still holding. With a barely perceptible sigh, he turns his attention back to the person on the other side of the line. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Aventurine’s eyes dart back to meet Veritas’s gaze, shifting his grip on the phone pressed against his ear. “No, don’t worry. I’ve got all the time in the world.”
So be it then.
Veritas carefully wraps his hand around the base of Aventurine’s hardening cock, and gently presses a tender kiss to the head; hardly more than a brief swipe of his lips. Aventurine’s muscles tense beneath him, presumably to keep himself from rutting his hips forward. Veritas follows the length of the other man’s body with his gaze to meet his eyes once more, only to find the same controlled, nigh unimpressed expression as before.
“ Riiight , and you’re telling me the shareholders still want us to invest in that joint?” Aventurine hums, passively staring back at Veritas as if they had just happened to meet eyes across the room, and the latter wasn’t currently teasing his cock with his mouth. “Alright then, but do they know that that isn’t the…mm…shall we say, smartest move? It’s a lost cause.”
Big words for a man in such a vulnerable position.
Veritas lowers his head once more, this time engulfing the entire head in his mouth. He fights not to smile at the soft, stuttered exhale Aventurine lets out and instead, takes his time, teasing the tip with his tongue and tilting his head to the side, biding his time and waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
“Right, but I need you to tell them that – ah !” Veritas wastes no time engulfing Aventurine whole, down to the base. The pressure at the back of his throat makes his eyes smart, but the satisfaction of finally drawing a moan from Aventurine and watching his chest heave as he struggles to regain composure is quite worth it. “ Ahem , sorry about that. Tell them that they’re wasting their time, and they’re far better off investing in far more profitable ventures.”
Veritas pins Aventurine’s hips down when he tries to buck them, and Gods, if looks could kill he would die where he lays. It's almost adorable how Aventurine is still trying to retain some sense of control despite how he’s at Veritas' mercy; the threads holding him together are visibly fraying, so close to breaking, and yet.
And yet.
Aventurine refuses to break.
Veritas devotes a hand to running a hand over the flesh of Aventurine’s thigh, then lower circling his hole with two fingers. His body trembles underneath the careful, focused actions until he tries to bite back another moan一and fails miserably to contain it. The sound, the effort, all of it threatens to drive Veritas to the edge of control and he does not know how he’s managed to keep himself in check this long, how he’s not yet lost himself and in his sanity in all that is Aventurine.
Two fingers dip inside of Aventurine and this, this is what Veritas has been waiting for.
This:
The phone falls from Aventurine’s already weak grip onto the bed beside him and one hand has tangled itself in Veritas' hair, creating a fist so tight he doesn’t dare to move his head even an inch. His legs squeeze around the other man’s head, his eyes roll shut, and he moans. Really moans, not caring that he did not end the call before abandoning the phone. Thankfully, however, Veritas has the wherewithal to hang up the call, not before hearing the person on the other end question if Aventurine was alright in a series of repeated phrases.
“Fuck,” Aventurine gasps. “ Please. ”
Aventurine’s eyes are radiant with unshed tears gathering in the corners, his chest lifting as he struggles for breath. It's almost unfair how Veritas can’t keep him like this forever, left needing and wanting, but alas. He’s far too selfish for that.
“ Veritas.”
He glances up at Aventurine through his lashes.
“Veritas, please,” he all but begs, nails digging into Veritas’ shoulder hard enough to break the skin. “I want to feel you. Please, I need一”
Retracting his fingers with tortuous care, Veritas pulls off of Aventurine’s cock and places a final kiss to the tip as he shifts away from him, his hunger only growing as he takes in the sight of Aventurine, vulnerable and shaking beneath him.
He shushes the following pleas with a kiss, swallowing them. Arms wrap around his shoulders and pulls him impossibly close. Veritas makes himself a home between Aventurnne’s legs, wedging himself between them as he cages the man under him with arms on either side of his head.
Shifting his weight onto one arm, Veritas uses his other hand to line himself up with Aventurine’s entrance. He bends down, planting a kiss onto Aventurine’s forehead, which was already beginning to dampen with sweat, and slowly slides inside, unable to bite back a groan as the other man’s warmth envelopes him.
Veritas tucks his face into Aventurine’s shoulder once he’s buried him to the hilt and at first, his thrusts are agonizingly slow, but the pleasure is so profound it nearly knocks the wind out of him. Aventurine hooks his legs around his waist and drags his nails down his back in a long, burning motion that will surely ache later but Veritas is not concerned with later. The moment has consumed him entirely, is threatening to sever his connection with reality, and if not for the minute pain of nails clawing at his back, he would’ve thought this to be the work of some cruel dream. It's happened before.
But this, them, is so very real.
The kiss that Aventurine pulls Veritas into us real. The warmth and sweetness and the way it transitions into something controlled by the want that had been gathering between them all morning is the very definition of the word. Aventurine beneath him and his warmth wrapping around him and the sound of his name called out breathlessly is a deep, overwhelming realness. It's everything he never thought he needed or asked for and it's perfect.
They don’t stop kissing, Aventurine’s feverish touches interrupted only by soundless pleas begging for more. Faster. Harder.
And Aventurine is saying, gasping, “I love you. I love you so much一”
Aventurine cums with a cry, painting his stomach in white, and Veritas loses himself inside of Aventurine with a muffled groan at the feel of him coming apart around him. His body seizes as it's completely taken over by pleasure and he holds himself still until he’s spent.
They stay like this for a moment, catching their breaths and coming down from their highs.
“I should ignore you more often,” Aventurine laughs, combing his fingers through Veritas' hair. “I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me like that before.”
Veritas presses their foreheads together and closes his eyes. “Are you sure that would be wise?”
“No, but it would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“It would be a gamble.” To see who would crack first.
“See? Fun .”
Veritas rolls his eyes and disengages from Aventurine, and collapses on his side of the bed. Aventurine tucks himself into his side, pressing his face against the other man’s neck, and lets out a warm breath. He grazes Veritas' collarbones with his fingers, and this action alone is enough to send a shiver rippling through him.
He wants to do this all day, every day, for the rest of his life.
And with the life they’ve created together, they can.