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“Mmm… fuck yeah.” 

That’s how every night began—his neighbor’s smooth, satisfied voice slipping through the thin dorm walls like a ghost haunting Ratio’s peace.

Soon after, the high-pitched moans followed. The sound never failed to creep in, whether Ratio was at his desk, trying to write, or lying in bed, praying for some quiet. 

The dorm walls were thin, and even the air conditioning vents seemed to act as amplifiers, funneling every grunt and gasp directly into Ratio’s room.

Lovely, he thought bitterly, hammering at his keyboard. Just what I need—someone else’s moaning while I’m trying to work on my thesis.

And it wasn’t just the noise. It was the frequency. His neighbor was relentless, a human engine of sexual energy that never seemed to tire. Ratio had no idea how anyone could have that much stamina—or that much action.

“Get that shirt off already!” the familiar voice boomed, and Ratio groaned inwardly. He tossed his head back, eyes rolling to the ceiling. “Here we go again,” he muttered.

Ratio hadn’t always known the guy next door was a walking, talking libido. He remembered when they first met.

It had been two weeks into the semester when Ratio noticed the previously empty room next door had suddenly come to life.

Boxes were stacked in the hallway, and Ratio, on his way to class, found himself staring at the half-open door.

Before he could knock, the door swung open. A young man stood there, blonde hair slightly messy and his face glowing.

“Oh, hello!” the stranger said brightly.

Ratio blinked, a little thrown by the guy’s enthusiasm. “Uh, hi. Do you need help with all that?”

The blonde waved dismissively at the boxes. “Nah, I’ve got it. You must be my neighbor! I’m Aventurine, by the way.” He held out a hand, his smile so wide it was nearly blinding.

“Veritas Ratio,” he said, shaking Aventurine’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Veritas!” Aventurine replied. “Which semester are you in?”

“I’m in my second semester of a master’s program.”

“Whoa, a master’s degree! That’s awesome. I’m still an undergrad—fifth semester.”

Ratio nodded politely, already feeling a little overwhelmed by Aventurine’s energy. “Well, I’d better get going. I have class.”

“Oh, of course! Nice meeting you. Don’t be a stranger!”

Ratio walked away, thinking Aventurine seemed harmless enough. But now, with thin walls between them, Ratio was learning a very different side of his neighbor—the loud, wild side he hadn’t expected.

The evening Ratio finally snapped started like any other. It was around eight o’clock when he set down his notes, turned on some soft classical music, and tried to focus on the dense textbook in front of him. He had an exam coming up and couldn’t afford to be distracted.

For a moment, it worked. The melody of violins filled the room, and Ratio let himself sink into the quiet rhythm of reading.

But then it started.

“You’re so sexy. Do you have any idea how hard you’re going to get it?” Aventurine’s voice came through the wall loud and clear, as if he were in the same room.

Ratio groaned and slammed the book shut. The rhythmic thuds against the wall began shortly after, accompanied by laughter and a few gasps.

He sat up against the headboard, gripping the textbook so hard his knuckles turned white. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, glaring at the wall. “Can’t they take a night off? Just one?”

The noises didn’t stop, of course. They never did. And this time, it was worse—the moans louder, the laughter sharper. Ratio clenched his teeth, each sound chipping away at his already paper-thin patience.

Finally, he had enough. He slammed the book shut, placed it beside him on the bed, and banged on the wall with his fist.

“Some of us are trying to work!” he yelled.

The noise on the other side abruptly stopped. Ratio froze, half-regretting his outburst. Then, after a moment of silence, he heard Aventurine’s voice—didn’t regret it at all,

“Oh no. We should probably keep it down.”

A muffled laugh followed, and Ratio could practically hear the smirk in Aventurine’s tone.

“Or not,” Aventurine added with a laugh, and the noises resumed—louder than ever.

Ratio threw himself onto the bed, pulling a pillow over his head. Gods help me, he thought. He didn’t know what annoyed him more—Aventurine’s shamelessness or the fact that, despite it all, he couldn’t stop imagining what was going on next door.

Ratio, in frustration, swore for the hundredth time that he was going to do something about it. Every night was the same. He’d clench his fists, glare at the wall, and declare to himself, “That’s it! I can’t take it anymore! I’m saying something this time. I’m going to march over there and give him a piece of my mind!”

But every single time, that righteous fury fizzled out before he could even take a step.

There was one small, inconvenient truth holding him back. Deep down—really deep down—Ratio actually enjoyed it. Too much.

As soon as those muffled sounds of pleasure started filtering through the wall, Ratio could feel his focus slipping. His brain emptied, all thoughts shoved aside by the steady heat building in his core.

Blood rushed south, leaving his head light and spinning, and suddenly, whatever he was working on didn’t seem nearly as important.

He hated himself for it, he hated how he loved these nightly ‘shows’ Aventurine put on.

What was there to love about his life before this? Dull lectures, endless papers, sleepless nights. And then came Aventurine, his gorgeous neighbor who lived life so loudly and freely. Aventurine’s lust-filled escapades were the only spark in an otherwise monotonous routine.

But that spark came with its complications. Each time the rough, primal sounds of pleasure reached him, Ratio felt a confusing mix of emotions. Excitement. Pain. Arousal. Envy.

Envy, because whoever was on the other side of that wall—whoever was drawing those deep, growling moans from Aventurine—wasn’t him.

And that thought was the worst of all.

It was impossible not to picture it. Impossible not to imagine himself in their place. Aventurine’s voice rolling over him in husky whispers. His hands gripping Ratio’s hips, his lips hot against his neck. The way he’d growl through clenched teeth, “You’re going to take everything I give you, like a good slut you are.”

The very idea left Ratio trembling, torn between anger and desire.

“Who the hell does this asshole think he is?” Ratio would mutter to himself, trying to will away the rising heat in his body. “No consideration for anyone. And yet…”

And yet…

The next round of rhythmic thuds hit the wall, accompanied by a breathless groan, and Ratio was done for. He turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and gave in.

Sliding his pants down around his knees, he wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock. With a long, shaky sigh, Ratio let his head fall back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut as Aventurine’s moans became the soundtrack to his dirty fantasies.

His hand moved slowly at first, savoring every deep, guttural noise coming through the wall. Each growl and gasp felt like it was meant for him, like Aventurine was just on the other side, calling his name.

Ratio imagined Aventurine leaning over him, pinning him down, whispering filthy promises into his ear.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his strokes growing faster, needier. The wall shook again, and Ratio bit down on his lip to stifle a moan of his own.

Ratio could only imagine it—Aventurine, bare and glistening, muscles flexing to the rhythm of every powerful thrust. He pictured the sweat rolling down Aventurine’s body, his golden hair sticking to his forehead, his lover writhing beneath him in pure ecstasy.

Ratio’s breath hitched at the image, his hand already stroking his aching cock, and his other slipping lower, fingers pressing inside himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the symphony of moans, gasps, and dirty talks from the other side of the wall fuel his imagination.

“Just like that,” Aventurine growled.

Ratio groaned, stroking faster in time with Aventurine’s demands, pretending it was him on the receiving end of that praise, under him receiving everything Aventurine would give him. 

His fingers worked himself open desperately, each thrust making his hips arch off the bed. The sharp sting of pleasure at the head of his cock brought him to the brink, but he slowed down just enough to stop himself from coming too soon.

Ratio’s chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths. Every sound from the other side painted vivid, sinful images in his mind,

Aventurine’s body pressed against his, thrusting inside his body so deep. His lips ghosting over Ratio’s neck, teeth scraping the skin as he whispered to his ear. “So good, for me. It feels so good inside, you take it so well.”

The thought was unbearable. Ratio’s body trembled, his movements growing more frantic. His hand tightened around his cock, his other hand plunging deeper, faster, as the voices from next door reached a fever pitch.

“Harder! Faster!” the guest cried, their voice breaking with desperation.

Ratio bit his lip hard to muffle a moan, his hips jerking helplessly into his hand. The slick sounds of his own body filled the room, mixing with the relentless thuds and cries from the wall. 

He was so close, and when he finally heard Aventurine’s deep, guttural groan as he came, it pushed him over the edge.

Ratio’s orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing in his hand as hot cum spilled over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of it. “Ahh ngh fuck!” he gasped, the word slipping out too loudly before he could stop it.

His eyes flew open in panic, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the loud, involuntary sound. For a moment, he froze, his heart pounding as he strained to hear any reaction from the other side of the wall.

But Aventurine and his guest seemed blissfully unaware, caught in the throes of their own release. Their laughter and soft murmurs filtered through.

Ratio collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, his body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. His hand was sticky, his thighs trembling, but all he could feel was the emptiness that followed.

The post-orgasm calm was fleeting, giving way to a bitter ache of frustration. 

It wasn’t enough. 

It was never enough.

Because no matter how vivid his fantasies, no matter how much he pleasured himself to the sound of Aventurine’s voice, it didn’t change the reality.

It wasn’t him in that bed.

It wasn’t him making Aventurine groan like that, laugh like that.

With a heavy sigh, Ratio reached for a tissue from the bedside table and began cleaning himself up. His abs flexed as he twisted out of bed, his legs still shaky as he tugged his pants back on.

He made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face before staring at his reflection in the mirror.

His cheeks were flushed, his hair messy, his eyes glassy from the aftermath of his orgasm. He looked wrecked, and yet the sounds of Aventurine and his guest still lingered in the air, teasing him.

From the other side of the wall, the two men’s voices grew softer. It twisted something deep in Ratio’s chest—part jealousy, part longing.

He exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the sink as the frustration settled in again. This was becoming a routine, a cycle he couldn’t escape. 

Every night, he told himself it would be the last time. Yet, every night, he found himself right back here, torn between lust and longing for someone who probably had no idea what he was going through.

“What the hell am I doing?” Ratio muttered, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His tone was as defeated as ever, his shoulders slumped under the weight of indecision. But then he squared them, forcing a spark of resolve into his gaze.

“Why don’t you just go over there already and give him a piece of your mind?” he demanded of himself, fists gripping the sink. “He probably has no idea how loud he is. Maybe he’s a total pushover. Just get tough with him, and he’ll back down.”

Ratio’s jaw tightened, determination beginning to replace his hesitation. “Fuck it. I’m doing this. As soon as his friend leaves, I’m knocking on his door, and we’re having a talk.”

His reflection looked unconvinced, but Ratio didn’t give himself time to second-guess.

He straightened, inhaling deeply as he heard the unmistakable sound of Aventurine’s door opening. His heart raced as he rushed to his own door, peering through the peephole just in time to see Aventurine’s latest one night stand slipping out into the hall.

The guy looked thoroughly wrecked, his shirt wrinkled, his hair sticking up in all directions. Ratio’s eyes narrowed as the man passed his door, heading down the hall and disappearing around the corner.

This was it.

Ratio didn’t give himself a moment to hesitate. He stepped out into the hall, his resolve hardening with every step as he turned left and stormed up to Aventurine’s door. He kept his momentum going, refusing to let his nerves creep in. He knew himself well enough to know that if he faltered now, he’d never go through with it.

“Alright here we go,” Ratio whispered under his breath, taking another deep inhale.

He knocked a few times, the sound echoing softly down the quiet hallway.

Before Ratio could even fully exhale, the door swung open, and Aventurine stood before him, framed by the warm light spilling out of his room.

Ratio froze.

Aventurine’s hair was damp, strands clinging to his forehead, and his skin still glistened faintly with sweat. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips, showing off his abs and the sharp cut of his hips. He was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

Ratio’s words died in his throat.

“Uh,” Ratio stammered, his face burning red as he desperately tried to avert his gaze, focusing on the doorframe or the wall.

Aventurine let out a deep, satisfied chuckle that sent shivers down Ratio’s spine. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his cocky grin widening as he sized Ratio up.

“Hmm,” Aventurine hummed, his gaze lingering in a way that made Ratio’s pulse race. “I thought you were my hookup coming back for seconds…” His voice giving off a teasing tone. “But you’ll do just as well.”

Ratio’s breath hitched, his brain stalling as Aventurine’s words sunk in.

“Come in,” Aventurine insisted, stepping aside with a gesture so smooth it bordered on predatory.

“I—what?” Ratio spluttered, his feet glued to the ground.

Aventurine tilted his head, he keeps that amused grin on his face. “Come in,” he repeated. “Unless you’d rather have this little…conversation out in the hallway?”

Ratio’s heart thundered in his chest. His carefully rehearsed plan had already spiraled out of control, and Aventurine hadn’t even done anything yet—other than exist, shirtless and devastatingly confident.

The warmth of Aventurine’s gaze lingered on him, and Ratio couldn’t help but feel like prey caught in the sights of a predator. And yet, as much as he wanted to run, something kept him rooted in place.

“I…uh…” Ratio swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “This wasn’t what I…”

“Relax,” Aventurine said smoothly, his grin softening just enough to make it more infuriating. “You’ve got something to say, right? Come in and say it.”

Ratio blinked, his mind screaming at him to walk away, but his body betrayed him, his feet moving forward almost against his will.

As he stepped inside, Aventurine closed the door behind him with a quiet click, and Ratio suddenly wondered if he’d made a terrible mistake.

“Um…” Ratio stammered, his words tangling in his throat. His mind had gone completely blank.

Who could blame him, though? The man he’d been fantasizing about for over a month had answered the door practically naked, dripping confidence—and water.

“Okay, so…what are you…why are you…” Ratio tried again, but forming a coherent sentence felt impossible under Aventurine’s amused gaze.

“I thought you might enjoy the sight,” Aventurine said smoothly. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he wrapped the towel tighter around his waist. The motion emphasized the unmistakable bulge between his thighs.

Ratio’s eyes betrayed him, flickering down before he could stop himself. His brain instantly betrayed him too, recalling the countless nights he’d spent listening to those moans, imagining how good that dick must feel.

“Distracted?” Aventurine asked with a smirk, snapping Ratio out of his daze.

“No! I mean…yes—no!” Ratio stammered, his face heating. He tried to refocus, forcing himself to meet Aventurine’s knowing gaze.

Aventurine chuckled, his arms crossed with the effortless confidence of someone who already knew exactly how this conversation would end. “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward a sleek sofa near the bed.

Ratio hesitated but eventually shuffled over, perching awkwardly on the edge. He glanced around, his gaze flickering over the neatly decorated room.

“Nice place,” Ratio mumbled, desperate to say something.

“If this is about the diffuser, I can stop using it,” Aventurine said casually as he crossed the room, sitting down beside Ratio.

“No, it’s not that. It’s…” Ratio’s voice faltered as Aventurine’s proximity hit him like a wave. The man was warm, too warm, and the faint scent of something musky and fresh filled the air.

“Then why? I thought you didn’t like the scent coming from my room,” Aventurine pressed, his lips quirking in amusement.

“No, it’s not that. I’ve been having trouble writing my thesis lately because, well…the walls are thin, and—”

“Oh.” Aventurine grinned, a devilish curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Ratio’s spine. “That.”

“Yes, that,” Ratio said, his voice tight with unease. His relief was short-lived as Aventurine’s grin only grew wider, a playful glint in his eyes that made Ratio’s discomfort spike.

“I see,” Aventurine drawled dripping with amusement, as if savoring Ratio’s reaction. “Do you mind?”

Ratio hesitated, his face heating under the weight of Aventurine’s gaze. “Not really. It’s just… distracting.”

Aventurine tilted his head, “So, you don’t mind, but it’s… distracting?” His smirk deepened.

“Exactly,” Ratio said, latching onto the word like a lifeline. “A little loud is all.”

“My apologies,” Aventurine said smoothly.

“Okay. I guess that’s all I was going to say,” Ratio muttered, beginning to stand.

But then Aventurine’s hand landed lightly on his thigh, the touch freezing Ratio in place. “Is there anything I can do to make it right?” Aventurine asked, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble.

Ratio’s breath hitched. He turned toward Aventurine, his heart racing as he found himself caught in those piercing eyes. It felt as though Aventurine was looking straight through him, peeling back layers he hadn’t even known were there.

“What do you mean?” Ratio asked, glaring at Aventurine.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean,” Aventurine said, his smirk taking on a predatory edge as he leaned closer.

The air between them grew thick, electric, and Ratio’s pulse thundered in his ears. He felt a mix of confusion, curiosity, and something he didn’t dare name.

“If you can hear me from your room,” Aventurine said, his voice carrying a low, purr that sent a shiver down Ratio’s spine, “then you must know I can hear you, too.”

Ratio’s stomach dropped.

Before he could process the words, Aventurine grabbed his hand, guiding it down to the front of the towel. Ratio’s fingers brushed against the thick, unmistakable hardness underneath the fabric.

“Aven—” Ratio trying to move his hand away, but Aventurine grips his hand tighter.

“I know exactly how you moan when I fuck those guys,” Aventurine murmured,

Ratio’s breath caught, his mind spinning. Had he been that loud?

Aventurine didn’t wait for a response. He slipped Ratio’s hand beneath the towel, wrapping it around his rigid cock. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips, and Ratio felt his own body react, heat pooling low in his belly.

“I’m glad I could give you the show you were craving,” Aventurine said, his voice dripping with desire. “How dirty are you, Veritas? Getting off on hearing other guys fuck while wishing it was you?”

Ratio’s cheeks burned with shame as Aventurine’s words sank in. And yet, despite everything, he didn’t pull away.

Ratio tried to keep his focus steady, but his gaze kept flicking to Aventurine’s cock. His fingers moved over the thick, slick shaft, spreading the bead of pre-cum over the swollen head.

“Fuck,” Ratio muttered, the curse slipping out before he could stop it.

Aventurine smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over Ratio. “That’s it,” he murmured, guiding Ratio’s hand to stroke him faster.

His moan sent a jolt straight to Ratio’s groin. “I’ve always liked your voice. So needy. You moan just as pretty as they do when I fuck them like cheap whores.”

Ratio swallowed hard, adjusting himself slightly. The pressure in his pants was unbearable, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Aventurine’s words only stoked the fire burning in his gut.

“Is that what you want?” Aventurine purred, “For me to use you? To shove you against the wall and fuck you so hard you’d feel it for days?”

Ratio’s breath hitched as Aventurine tightened his grip over his hand, forcing him to stroke faster. The slick heat of Aventurine’s cock felt almost scalding against his palm.

“You gonna let me cum in you?” Aventurine growled, his voice thick with desire.

Ratio could barely manage a response, a guttural grunt escaping his lips as his face flushed crimson.

“Damn right I’m gonna cum in you,” Aventurine said, his tone dripping with filthy confidence. “No condom, either. I want to see it leaking out of you—want to lick it up, make you mine.”

Ratio’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants at the vivid image Aventurine painted. His thumb instinctively swiped over the slit of Aventurine’s cock, spreading the fresh bead of pre-cum, earning him a hiss of pleasure.

“Tell… tell me more,” Ratio breathed, his voice a mix of desperation and raw need. 

Aventurine’s hand tightened over Ratio’s, his knuckles whitening with the effort. “After I fill you up, I’m gonna spin you around and make you suck my cock. You’ll get it nice and clean with that filthy mouth of yours.”

Ratio whimpered, the sound spilling out as his hand moved faster, pumping Aventurine with growing tension.

“Yeah?” Ratio rasped, his voice trembling. “You gonna fuck my throat raw?”

“Damn right I am,” Aventurine growled, his eyes blazing as they locked onto Ratio’s. “I’m gonna make you choke on it—make you beg for more like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

“Fuck, Aven…” Ratio groaned. His cock twitched in his pants, throbbing painfully as Aventurine’s filthy words sent him spiraling closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Aventurine snarled, his hips jerking slightly as Ratio’s fist worked him harder. “Keep stroking my cock. I want to show you how good you make me feel.”

Ratio shut his eyes, his own arousal driving him to move faster. “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Aventurine growled, his hand no longer guiding Ratio’s. Instead, he let Ratio set his own rhythm.

“Do it,” Ratio urged, his voice rough with lust. “Shoot that load for me.”

With a strangled cry, Aventurine came hard, his cock jerking violently in Ratio’s hand as thick ropes of cum spilled over his knuckles and dripped onto the floor. His body shuddered, his gasps ragged as the intensity wracked through him.

Ratio’s gaze stayed locked on Aventurine, heat surging through his chest and pooling in his groin as he watched Aventurine came for him. The pearly trails of cum glistened in the light, Aventurine’s softening cock still loosely held in his grip.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the room thick with the smell of sex and Aventurine’s heavy, satisfied breaths. Then Aventurine leaned back slightly, his predatory smirk curling across his lips as he looked at Ratio.

“You’ve got some talent,” Aventurine said, his voice still husky with the remnants of his orgasm. “But we’re not done yet.”

“Please.” Ratio rasped, his voice trembling with need. There was no hesitation in his words now, no pretense. He was baring his desire letting Aventurine see just how badly he wanted him.

Aventurine growled low in his throat. In one swift motion, he grabbed Ratio by the back of his neck, pulling him close and crashing their lips together.

Ratio groaned into the kiss, the force of it stealing his breath. His lips parted instinctively, inviting Aventurine’s tongue to delve deep. Their mouths moved together with hunger, a clash of teeth and tongues that left Ratio lightheaded.

Aventurine’s fingers tangled in Ratio’s silky violet hair, tugging roughly and tilting his head back to expose the pale column of his neck. “Perfect,” Aventurine muttered, his voice rough with desire.

He ducked his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of Ratio’s throat before his teeth sank in gently, nipping and sucking until dark marks bloomed.

Breathy whimpers escaped Ratio’s lips, and Aventurine drank in the sound like it was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever heard.

He pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving as he stared at the flushed, disheveled mess that Ratio had become.

Ratio’s lips were swollen, slick with spit, and his violet hair was a wild tangle where Aventurine had gripped it. Lust-blown eyes stared down at him, pleading silently for more.

“Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Now,” Aventurine said roughly.

He stepped back and settled onto the sofa, pulling off his towel and spreading his thighs wide. He leaned back, fully exposed, watching with amusement as Ratio scrambled to his knees before him.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” Ratio breathed, his voice tinged with awe as he took in the sheer size of Aventurine’s cock.

He reached out hesitantly, wrapping one hand around the thick base. His fingers didn’t quite meet, and the heat radiating from Aventurine’s length sent a shiver up his spine. Tentatively, he leaned in, his pink tongue darting out to lap at the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Aventurine groaned at the teasing touch, his head falling back slightly. “I didn’t tell you to play with it,” he growled. His hand shot out, gripping Ratio’s hair tightly and pushing him down. “I said suck it.”

Ratio let out a muffled moan as Aventurine’s cock slid past his lips, filling his mouth with an overwhelming stretch. He closed his eyes, his lashes fluttering as he adjusted to the intrusion. With each bob of his head, he took Aventurine deeper, his throat working to accommodate the thick length.

“That’s it,” Aventurine purred, his grip tightening to guide Ratio’s movements. “There’s a good boy. Look at you, gagging on it already.”

Ratio’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, his hands gripping Aventurine’s thighs for balance. The slick sounds of his sucking filled the room, punctuated by Aventurine’s low groans and the occasional sharp gasp whenever Ratio’s tongue flicked against the sensitive underside.

“You love it, don’t you?” Aventurine taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You love having a cock in your mouth. Look at you, making a mess of yourself. So desperate. So eager.”

Ratio’s only response was a muffled whimper, his throat convulsing as Aventurine thrust harder into his mouth. The praise and degradation melted together in his mind, leaving him drunk on the sensation and the filthy words spilling from Aventurine’s lips.

“Good boy,” Aventurine growled, his hips beginning to roll with more force. “Let’s see how much of me you can take.”

Ratio hummed around Aventurine’s thick shaft, the low vibrations drawing a guttural moan from deep within Aventurine’s chest.

Ratio’s eyes glinted with mischief as he looked up through his lashes, taking Aventurine all the way to the back of his throat.

“Shit,” Aventurine grunted, his hands clenching at Ratio’s hair. He fought the overwhelming urge to thrust into the sinful heat surrounding him, though his restraint was hanging by a thread. “Just like that. You’re too fucking good at this.”

Ratio’s tongue was relentless, tracing teasing patterns along the sensitive underside of Aventurine’s cock, every movement drawing more sounds of pleasure from the man above him.

When Ratio finally pulled back, it was with an audible pop that left a string of saliva stretching between his swollen lips and Aventurine’s flushed, throbbing cock.

His lips were slick and puffy, his cheeks stained pink. “You taste so fucking good,” he purred, his voice rough and hoarse from the abuse his throat had endured. “I want you to come in my mouth. Don’t hold back—make me swallow every last drop.”

The filthy words sent a fresh wave of lust crashing through Aventurine. “Keep sucking like that, and you’ll get your wish real soon,” he growled.

His hand guided Ratio’s head back down with a firm push, and Ratio eagerly complied, taking Aventurine’s cock deeper this time, burying his nose against his abdomen.

Aventurine’s hips jerked forward, his control slipping as the tight, wet heat of Ratio’s mouth drove him wild. Ratio moaned around the intrusion, the vibrations shooting pleasure straight to Aventurine’s core.

Ratio’s tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Aventurine began to fuck his mouth with increasing force, his throat working to take him. His own arousal was unbearable, the strain of his cock pressing painfully against his pants. Unable to resist, he palmed himself through the fabric, his hips rutting helplessly against his hand.

Aventurine’s sharp voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, “Get that dick out and stroke it for me while I ruin your throat.”

Ratio obeyed immediately, his fingers fumbling as he shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and he sighed in relief at the sensation of cool air against his overheated skin. 

He wrapped a hand around himself and began stroking fast and rough, twisting his wrist at the top of each stroke the way he knew would drive him crazy.

The room filled with obscene sounds of Ratio sucking Aventurine’s cock mingling with his own desperate moans and the rhythmic slap of his hand working his own cock.

Aventurine’s growls of pleasure only spurred him on, and Ratio lost himself in the moment, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.

“I’m gonna cum,” Aventurine growled, his grip tightening in Ratio’s hair. “I’m gonna cum in this filthy mouth of yours, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the good whore you are.”

Ratio moaned around Aventurine’s cock making his hips jerking forward and his body trembled with pleasure. Aventurine’s cock twitched, and he came hard, spilling his release inside Ratio’s mouth and making a complete mess. 

Aventurine groaned at the sensation, his hand tangling roughly in Ratio’s hair as he yanked him up. Their mouths crashed together in a rough, heated kiss, Aventurine tasting himself on Ratio’s tongue.

“You want it rough, baby?” Aventurine growled, biting down on Ratio’s lower lip hard enough to make him gasp.

Without waiting for a response, Aventurine dragged Ratio onto the sofa. He captured his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head as he shoved him back against the cushions. His weight pressed down, leaving Ratio trapped beneath him.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little hole of yours so hard, you’re not gonna be able to walk for days,” Aventurine snarled.

A wicked grin spread across Ratio’s face as he challenged, “Do it.”

Aventurine’s free hand slid down Ratio’s chest, gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. Leaning in close, his lips brushed against Ratio’s ear as he whispered, “Keep taunting me, and I’ll have to teach you a fucking lesson.”

Ratio shuddered and his eyes fluttered closed as his imagination ran wild. “Fuck yes,” he breathed, his body trembling beneath Aventurine’s dominance.

With a low growl, Aventurine captured his mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue. Ratio responded eagerly, matching his ferocity.

Aventurine bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and Ratio moaned into his mouth, the coppery taste mingling with the remnants of Aventurine’s cum.

Aventurine released Ratio’s wrists only to grab a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head to the side to expose his neck. His teeth and tongue worked over the sensitive skin, marking him with deep bruises and red welts.

Ratio whimpered, squirming beneath him. “Wait no, don’t mark me—,” he protested, his wide eyes glistening with unshed tears as he gazed up at Aventurine.

Aventurine’s grip on his face tightened, forcing his gaze to meet his. “Shut up. You’ll take what I give you and like it.”

Grabbing him by the throat, Aventurine slammed Ratio back against the sofa, his head thudding against the cushions. Ratio let out a choked cry, pain flashing across his face.

Aventurine’s fingers tightened around his neck, cutting off his air supply as he leaned in close, their noses almost touching.

“Such a pretty thing,” Aventurine cooed. “Gonna look even prettier choking on my cock, head empty, and begging to be fucked.”

When Aventurine finally released his grip, Ratio slumped forward, gasping and coughing as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. Yet despite the rough treatment, his arousal was impossible to ignore—his cock stood hard and leaking against his stomach, pre-cum dripping steadily.

Fisting a hand in Ratio’s hair, Aventurine yanked him up and dragged him toward the bed. He threw him face-first onto the bed.

Ratio scrambled to get away, feeling that maybe this was going a little too far, but Aventurine was on him in an instant, pinning his wrists above his head with one firm hand. His other hand wrapped around Ratio’s leaking cock, stroking it slowly.

Ratio’s muffled moans filled the room  as Aventurine pressed his full weight down on Ratio, completely immobilizing him beneath his body. His palm ghosted over Ratio’s exposed ass cheek.

“Such a beautiful ass,” Aventurine growled, his voice dripping with hunger. Without warning, his hand came down hard, delivering a sharp smack to Ratio’s bare skin. Ratio yelped, his back arching instinctively, the motion only serving to present himself more enticingly.

Aventurine’s palm met his skin again and again, each slap harder than the last. The room filled with the sharp sound of skin against skin, mingling with Ratio’s broken cries. Aventurine’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as angry red welts blossomed across Ratio’s pale skin.

Gripping his hips firmly, Aventurine flipped Ratio over onto his back. Ratio’s tear-streaked face stared up at him, his cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with lust. His cock, impossibly hard, twitched against his stomach, smearing with pre-cum.

“Please,” Ratio choked out, his voice trembling between sobs.

Aventurine’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Yes, keep begging for it, sweetheart,” he purred, his fingers trailing down Ratio’s heaving chest beneath his shirt. Then, with a rough tug, he yanked the shirt off, leaving Ratio completely bare beneath him.

Aventurine circled a pert nipple with deliberate slowness before pinching it viciously, twisting until Ratio cried out, his body arching beneath him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Leaning down, Aventurine captured Ratio’s mouth, swallowing his whimpers greedily. His teeth sank into Ratio’s already swollen lower lip, drawing fresh blood that bloomed on his tongue. Ratio whimpered against him, the sharp tang of copper flooding his mouth.

Aventurine pulled back, grabbing a fistful of Ratio’s hair and yanking his head back, forcing their eyes to meet. Ratio’s lips trembled, his entire body quivering with need as Aventurine’s other hand wrapped around his aching cock, giving it a few firm strokes.

“Get back down and open wide,” Aventurine commanded, his voice a low growl.

Ratio scrambled to obey, dropping to his knees and taking Aventurine’s throbbing length into his mouth without hesitation. His lips stretched around the thick shaft, his tongue swirling over the tip.

“Look at you being such a good cocksucker,” Aventurine purred, trailing his fingers along Ratio’s jawline. He tapped his cheek a few times, making Ratio shudder. “I swear, your filthy mouth was made to keep my cock warm. I could keep you there forever.”

Grabbing a handful of Ratio’s hair again, Aventurine yanked his head forward, forcing his cock deep into his throat. Ratio gagged and choked, his throat convulsing as he struggled to take him.

With no intention of letting up, Aventurine tightened his grip and began thrusting, his hips snapping forward with punishing force.

Each movement was brutal and the room filled with the sounds of Ratio’s muffled gags, the wet squelch of spit, and Aventurine’s low, guttural groans.

Tears streamed down Ratio’s flushed cheeks, his chin slick with drool and streaked with blood from his bitten lip.

Despite the rough treatment, his own cock still throbbed against his stomach, leaking steadily onto the mattress.

“That’s it,” Aventurine snarled as he drove himself deeper. “Take it all. You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

Ratio’s muffled whines of submission spurred him on, and with a final savage thrust, Aventurine buried himself to the hilt, holding Ratio there as his throat tightened and spasmed around him. 

Ratio’s body shuddered violently, completely overwhelmed, but his arousal only intensified, his neglected cock twitching as though it would spill at any moment.

Abruptly, Aventurine yanked Ratio off his spit-slicked shaft. Ratio gasped for air, coughing and retching, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. 

Before he could fully recover, Aventurine’s hand lashed out, slapping him viciously across the face. 

The force snapped Ratio’s head to the side, leaving a crimson handprint blooming starkly on his pale cheek.

Ratio’s fingers grazed the tender skin. His sharp glare shot to Aventurine, his eyes blazing with fury. The rage coiled within him was palpable, and Aventurine couldn’t help but admire it, his lips curling into a smile.

“What’s the matter?” Aventurine taunted, “Too much for you?”

Ratio’s chest rose and fell as he steadied his breathing. “Did I fucking say it was too much?”

The defiance in his tone sent a thrill through Aventurine, who stepped closer. “If you think you can handle more, get on your hands and knees. Now.”

Without hesitation, Ratio moved, crawling onto the mattress on trembling limbs. The sheer vulnerability in his posture only made him look more irresistible, but the fire in his eyes reminded Aventurine that beneath the submission lay someone unbreakable.

Aventurine followed, prowling after him like a predator savoring the chase. He reached out and grabbed Ratio’s hips roughly, jerking them upward to position him just how he wanted. Spreading Ratio’s cheeks wide, Aventurine spat directly onto his twitching hole, watching the way it fluttered in anticipation.

“Please,” Ratio whimpered, his voice cracking. “Be gentle… I’ve never…”

Aventurine froze for a moment before a cruel laugh rumbled from his chest. “Never had a cock inside you?” He worked the spit in with his thumb, twisting it just enough to make Ratio squirm.

“No,” Ratio admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, ain’t that sweet,” Aventurine sneered, spreading his cheeks wider as if admiring his prize. “A virgin sacrifice, just for me.”

The blunt head of Aventurine’s cock pressed against Ratio’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Ratio tensed, a choked sob escaping his lips.

Sensing his unease, Aventurine leaned over him, his chest pressing firmly against Ratio’s back, grounding him. His teeth sank into Ratio’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“Beg for it,” Aventurine hissed, his hot breath ghosting over Ratio’s ear. “Beg me to tear your virgin ass apart with my big, thick cock.”

Ratio’s hands fisted in the sheets, his entire body trembling. “Please,” he gasped, his voice dripping with desperation. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock splitting me open.”

The words were all the permission Aventurine needed. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside Ratio’s impossibly tight heat.

Ratio screamed, his back arching as the sudden intrusion stretched and filled him to the brink.

Aventurine growled low in his throat, the sensation of Ratio’s tightness nearly undoing him. Without giving him time to adjust, he pulled back and slammed into him again, setting a merciless pace.

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, Ratio’s sobs of pain and pleasure mingling with Aventurine’s guttural grunts. Each thrust drove Aventurine deeper, claiming every inch of Ratio’s body as his own.

Ratio’s cries grew louder, his voice hoarse as his body quaked beneath the relentless onslaught.

“So fucking perfect,” Aventurine snarled, his grip on Ratio’s hips so tight it would surely leave bruises. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this.”

Ratio whimpered incoherently, his body writhing and clenching around Aventurine’s cock as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something utterly intoxicating.

Tears streaked Ratio’s flushed cheeks as Aventurine continued to pound into his abused hole without mercy. Each brutal snap of Aventurine’s hips drew a strangled cry from Ratio’s throat, his voice cracking under the intensity.

“That’s it, take it,” Aventurine snarled, his grip on Ratio’s hips so tight his nails left crescent-shaped indents in the pale skin. The sight of Ratio trembling and sobbing beneath him only fueled his relentless rhythm.

Ratio whimpered, his body shuddering with every punishing thrust. His thighs quaked as his overstimulated muscles struggled to keep up with Aventurine’s brutal pace. Yet even through the pain, Aventurine could feel his tight walls spasming around him.

Biting his lip, Aventurine slid one hand beneath Ratio’s trembling form. His fingers wrapped around Ratio’s weeping cock, and he squeezed it with force. Ratio let out a sharp, choked moan, his body jerking as his cock twitched helplessly in Aventurine’s punishing grip.

“Please… no… it’s too much,” Ratio gasped between hitching sobs, his voice raw and broken. He tried to squirm away, but his movements were sluggish, his body far too overwhelmed to resist properly.

“You can and you will,” Aventurine growled, his voice dripping with dominance. He began stroking Ratio’s length in rhythm with his thrusts, twisting his wrist at just the right angle to draw out every ounce of pleasure. “You’re going to come on my cock like the perfect slut you are. And then, if you beg me real pretty, I might let you ride me after this.”

Aventurine punctuated his taunting words with a vicious snap of his hips, grinding his cock against Ratio’s sensitive prostate. Ratio’s entire body seized up, his back arching like a bow as a scream tore from his lips. 

The force of his climax hit him, making his eyes go blank for a second. His cock spurting ropes of hot cum onto Aventurine’s hand and the sheets below.

“That’s it,” Aventurine snarled, his voice thick with pleasure as Ratio’s body convulsed around him. The tight clenching of Ratio’s inner walls was too much, dragging Aventurine over the edge. 

With one final, bone-deep thrust, he slammed into Ratio and groaned gutturally as his own release surged through him. He emptied himself inside Ratio with a full-body shudder, his hips jerking in short, erratic movements as he rode out his orgasm.

Ratio whimpered, his overstimulated body trembling uncontrollably as Aventurine’s hot seed filled him, marking him inside and out.

Collapsing onto Ratio, Aventurine pressed his weight against the bigger man’s quivering form, pinning him to the sweat-drenched sheets. 

Their ragged breaths mingled in the air, the room heavy with the lingering heat of their exertion. Aventurine’s heart thundered against Ratio’s back as the aftershocks rippled through them both.

Finally, Aventurine pulled out, eliciting a pained whine from Ratio at the sudden emptiness. Cum leaked from Ratio’s abused hole, dripping down his thighs and pooling onto the sheets. 

Before Ratio could complain, Aventurine captured his lips in a rough kiss, silencing him with his tongue.

When Aventurine finally pulled back, his eyes roamed over Ratio’s wrecked form. Tear-streaked cheeks, bruised hips, and a body trembling with exhaustion—it was a masterpiece of his own making. 

A satisfied smirk tugged at Aventurine’s lips as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Ratio’s flushed face.

“Good boy,” Aventurine murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle compared to before. “You handled it so well. I think I’ve found my new favorite. I’ll be keeping you around for a while. What do you say to that?” He traced slow circles on Ratio’s warm, flushed skin.

Ratio, still trying to catch his breath, let out a shaky laugh. “That’s one way to deal with a noisy neighbor,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Aventurine chuckled, leaning in to nip lightly at Ratio’s jaw. “Oh, I doubt you’ll be complaining anymore. If anything, you’ll be louder than me from now on.”

Ratio groaned, covering his face with one hand. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Aventurine said with a smug grin, running his fingers gently through Ratio’s hair. 

Ratio sighed and gave in, letting himself sink into the soft mattress.