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And so begins the argument of where intimacy begins and where it ends. We all see it differently, don't we?
( what rude doesn't know is that he has the answer on the tip of his tongue already; that for aventurine, intimacy has nothing to do with the intimate act of sex, where two people lay bare before each other and expose their physical vulnerabilities. intimacy has to do with the heart, with something more fragile and delicate.
a lack of intimacy during sex is much easier; names make you closer to people, gives them form and shape. it introduces them to a person's life, and binds them to it.
maybe aventurine is indeed bothered by it.
at least, there's something distracting in the way he finds the fact he's the one entirely clothed amusing. if only rude knew it's totally the opposite with tseng. just turks thing, etc. aventurine leans in, and plants a surprisingly gentle kiss on his elbow. )
It makes me wonder what intimacy means to you, my friend.
and that's how they trap you into lifelong servitude with shinra
[Although a good portion of what he knows about intimacy comes from second hand information shared with him, he does have his own ideas about what it might be like. Hypothetically, of course. Rude is lacking in the experience department there. Both in casual sex as well as genuine intimacy, so he's bound to confuse the two easily until he manages to get his shit together.]
I agree with you. It doesn't have to be physical. Like knowing someone's name, or what they look like when they're on their knees..
[He has old scars peppering his skin here an there to add little bits of history between areas of moderate to high muscle tone depending on the part of his body and how much he uses it. Rude picks up the dice and gives them another roll, and this time his eyes dart to Aventurine to see if he's opposed to this one.]
10 and 2. I don't see how this can be done without intimacy. [Or without Aventurine undressing a bit as well.]
it's ok at least it's servitude under the pretty man that is rufus 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂
I wouldn't be so willing to play if I found intimacy in stripping naked and letting a handsome man between my legs, would I?
( which is to say, of course, that aventurine does not mind it all. up and off his stool, he strips down his shoes and pants, the paleness of his skin also marred by old scars. there's a particular nostalgia to this that is not missed on him, something that reminds him of the day of his own arrival at the resort.
an encounter that is meant to be, perhaps. one he can only hope will end up better than what he had before.
he sits back up, and mimics a realization he did not have; the words he spoke before had been deliberate, but nothing rude truly needs knowing. )
Oh, though I guess that depends on your preference. Inner thigh, or would you prefer outer?
What if I find it intimate and you don't? Would that be an issue?
[His question is a little combative, but he's genuinely curious about these things. And if it might become part of his life in the future, maybe it's better to ask these questions when he's in the presence of someone who has more experience in this particular department.]
Inner, and I suppose it's my turn to get on my knees.
[He lowers himself to the floor, coaxing Aventurine's thighs further apart and looking up at him for a moment in thought, accidentally making eye contact for a little too long as he leans in, his stubble grazing against skin. Rude isn't quite sure how any of this couldn't be intimate and maybe he goes too far with his testing but he experimentally rests his lips against a spot that he finds to be the juiciest, sucking to leave a mark behind, then kisses his way further up. Even going as far as pulling the other man's legs to drape over his shoulders.]
( for what it's worth, it's a test that works, alongside the question he's asked. herein lies the whole issue with aventurine - that intimacy is something he struggles with, but above all else, it's something he never enjoys being subjected to. intimate acts are more enjoyable when they're done for the sake of lust rather than a desire to connect with someone. intimate acts, and the vulnerability that comes with them - they're things meant for people less rotten than him. even now he struggles to accept that, moreso from strangers he has known for barely ten minutes.
so the answer doesn't come right away. the discomfort is easily seen on his face for those with eyes to see, those that can read between the lines, that can see the particular way in which his furrows brow, his eyes darken, his expression becomes troubled, and there's a hitch to his breathing, as though something in him has changed entirely.
so much for bite. )
The issue, my friend, is that you're leading me on. ( it's a total lie. the issue lies in the presentation of the task rude was meant to do; kisses do not always equal intimacy, but if aventurine had to bet on how his new friend sees it, it's certainly not in any way he enjoys.
like a guiding hand, he reaches for the spot where a purple-ish mark slowly forms, his typical smile returning to his lips. ) You're meant to bite, remember? And I'll even be nice. As strongly as you want, if you want to leave another mark. Think you can do that?
also sorry, you got the turk with all the FEELINGS
[He's aware that he's meant to bite. Rude is simply lingering and enjoying what he considers the intimacy of the moment, as one-sided as it may be. Working his way up to the actual act, and maybe looking for something else he doesn't know how to express.
But the next time Rude glances up he can see the discomfort in the man's eyes. There's something going on behind them that gives Rude pause enough to listen even as his fingers hook into the waist of Aventurine's underwear.]
I'm not leading you on. [At least that isn't his intention.] I want to do more than just bite you. [He opens his mouth to say more, but stops to listen instead, considering how Aventurine might feel in this situation. Maybe he's making him uncomfortable being this way. Maybe all of this is a matter of perception. He doesn't kiss his thighs again, or bite him, but offers another question instead.]
Hypothetically, is it bad for intimacy to be one-sided. If one person needs to perceive it that way but the other doesn't want to, I mean. Is it wrong?
( he understands the bigger picture now, of inexperience and naivety versus the rotten and cruel reality that not all intimate acts come with the gentleness of intimacy. it creates a different kind of discomfort in aventurine, something that makes him sure he's not the right person to be in this position, right now.
yet on the other hand. maybe it's the wake up call rude needs. the golden peacock doesn't value intimacy above the debauchery of sex. so it falls on aventurine, perhaps, to guide a soft pillow under his heart lest it falls and breaks against the cold hard floor. )
You want to know if it's wrong of you to feel the way you do, don't you? ( and that's what really makes him feel guilty, even through there's a smile on his face all too complicated to read.
even when he brings an all too gentle touch to rude's cheek, his fingers soft against his ear. )
Hmm~ It'd be too cruel of me to say yes, wouldn't it? Well. The answer is no, anyway. But the lack of reciprocation might hurt you. Are you sure that's what you want?
[Rude is so used to compartmentalizing the way he feels, tucking it away somewhere convenient where he'll never have to access them again. He does it so much during work that it leaks into almost every area of his daily life. And it's easy when it comes to violence for obvious reasons, but tenderness? Intimacy? Sex is the one thing he can't quite tease his feelings out of. If it's an art, he's at stick figure drawings. They're all one in the same to him and he is a novice.]
Hm.
[He just barely leans into the touch, not wanting to let himself enjoy that too much if it'll be taken away just to make a point. Maybe that is the point? Part of intimacy is trust, and Aventurine is a complete stranger.]
Wouldn't it hurt more to feel empty? To not feel anything even. [He sighs eventually, turning his head away to bite the other thigh, fulfilling his part of the game. Wanting to do more to him wasn't a lie, but maybe he should be more cautious until he can separate sex from intimacy.]
they're pretty and give you attention!! rude is valid actually
( it would. it does. that's the whole problem with aventurine, after all. melancholy sparks in his eyes for a moment, before it's sent away by the feeling of a bite on his thigh. this is a game aventurine plays often; meeting strangers, bedding them for work or survival, for anything that isn't personal preference or a selfish wish, and he comes out of it always feeling more empty than he did, just before. the pain he seeks after, the distance between him and his bedmate; it only makes him feel all the more lonely, but maybe that's what he deserves.
the smile doesn't leave his face, but aventurine removes his hand off rude's face. at the end of the day, what he says is: ) Isn't it worse to be hurt? If you don't feel anything, it can't really hurt you. It's logical, isn't it? ( it's not - because emotions are never logical or rational, but he leaves it at that. )
Trusting the words of a stranger you just met is a bold move. This is something you should find out for yourself. The way you feel, and how you want to feel about people. And while you don't figure that out, I can be here for matters more physical. Works out better like that, doesn't it?
[Maybe more than his issues understanding the difference between sex and intimacy his issue is separating lust from something deeper. There's certainly an attraction there, the man is gorgeous, but the ways in which that makes Rude want to be closer to him are not strictly sexual. That could be his problem.
It'll take him some time to actively diagnose what he'll need to work on here, but he plans to do it without getting hurt if he can manage.]
Then I won't trust you, but I'll remember what you've said today and think about how other people might see things. [He rests his hands under Aventurine's thighs to slide under his ass, squeezing idly as he processes everything, eventually standing up, but still leaning into him.] I'll try to be professional about it. No promises though.
Things like this are hard to understand. That's why some people prefer to follow their instincts.
( or ignore them entirely, as aventurine does. he hums at the idle squeezing, leaning back against his chair, and wraps his legs gently around rude when he stands. with the way this game works, the game they still have to continue playing, there's no need for rude to return to his seat, if contact is something required.
and despite the implications of his words, nothing in the way aventurine portrays himself really shows rejection or refusal. he's wide open, half-bare and physically vulnerable, with no signs of being unwelcoming of touch. intimacy or not, whether they come from a place of lust or something more from the heart - it's hardly as though he isn't used to feelings of others being imposed on him.
aventurine reaches for the dice, plays with them around his skilled fingers. when he lets them roll off onto the table, the sides read 10 and 1. his expression remains inscrutable even as he turns to look at rude again, a smile still painting his lips. )
Should this be your first test, my friend? At how professional you can be.
[Rude wants to think he has good instincts but he's been wrong about a lot of things before. Too wrong to trust that his instincts are not out to get him, anyway.
He's considering pulling away when legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close. Rude stays put in spite of being suddenly conflicted both about his take on the situation and whether or not Aventurine might not be interested anymore--presuming he had any interest to begin with. Maybe it's better to focus on winning, and whatever that prize will be.]
My professionalism is immaculate.
[He rests his hands on the other man's thighs, belatedly looking to the dice for the next steps, then looking at Aventurine awkwardly. Rude stands his ground, not backing down even as his brain repeats to him that it's like a kiss. No big deal.]
( quite the words, for what his demeanor says a moment later. cute, he thinks, and something in his smile softens. it's a little bit like bullying, and aventurine may be many things, but cruel has never been one of them - not willingly, not without reason, not for anything that isn't self-defense.
so in spite of the roll, aventurine doesn't do anything just yet, nothing besides resting an arm on rude's shoulder, the tip of his fingers gentle against his nape. it's a particular touch that could, unfortunately for rude, almost be seen as intimate - the intimacy kind of intimate. )
Not ready for that? I won't force you. It's just a game, my friend. Your life shouldn't be bound by the roll of a die.
[And since he spoke the words he has to double down and stand on business. He leans in a little closer, eyes lingering on Aventurine's lips, hesitating. The fingers that dance against the back of his neck cause Rude to inhale slowly.
Only stubbornness holds him back from sealing the deal himself. The dice roll wasn't his own, so he'll leave it for the other man to initiate. All he has to do is remain calm and stick to his training. No matter how tempted he is to tilt his head in the direction of the other man's touch.]
Just hurry up and kiss me. [He complains, simultaneously contemplating what the differences between intimacy and affection might be. Then, an abrupt afterthought, Rude's ears reddening.] I mean, bite me.
( frankly, it comes as no surprise, the freudian slip. it's only unfortunate, perhaps, because it puts so much control and power on aventurine's hands that he can't help but want to tease rude more. or maybe, later when rude sorts out his feelings and preferences and where intimacy ends and lust starts, it will be a good thing, that aventurine is as willing to go with rude's flow or take the reins himself.
for now... he can do things his own way. he won't lean forward, no. it's much more fun to close his legs tighter around rude's waist, to make use of the hand on the back of his neck; it helps push him down, albeit with a particular gentleness, until their mouths hover just so. nothing happens for a moment, a prolonged, forced tension of their breathings - and only then does aventurine takes rude's lips on him own, slow in the motions of a kiss, where his lips part and —
he nibbles down, teeth on rude's bottom lip, a soft bite as he pulls on it gently before he lets go.
poor rude. )
That's an easy one. Your turn. ( nope, he will not address it. good luck! )
[The mess up is a little embarrassing, but the fact remains that it would be quite challenging to bite his lips without them touching, brushing, or bumping together first. And if that happens, Rude will have a hard time with his brag-worthy professionalism.
When Aventurine squeezes him with his thighs, Rude pushes his hips forward automatically, accidentally grinding against him. He's not sure what exactly has him so hard and bothered, but he's been this way since he was between the man's legs and thinking of fucking him with his tongue.
Rude takes the bite like a champ, not mentioning how he's bricked up at the moment, even though he's sure the other man can feel that. He holds back from using the closeness of their lips as an excuse to kiss him, and even surprises himself with his impressive resolve.]
Alright then. [He rolls the dice one at a time, 2 and then 10. The gears in his head start turning about how to creatively make that as un-weird as he can for Aventurine. Unless..] Do you want me to re-roll? Am I allowed to re-roll?
( color him impressed. there's no disappointment in aventurine's features, because he's not disappointed by any means. resilience means he can play harder, more efficiently. it's more fun, when there's a particular chase, when a game does not end so early.
the particular desperation - that's how he sees it, at least - to reroll isn't a surprise either, if the way he can feel rude so very excitedly between his legs is anything to go by. cute. aventurine can appreciate man who knows his own desperation, and doesn't shy from it.
it doesn't stop him from trying to bring him even closer, though, if it makes rude grind on him more. while the sentiment isn't reciprocated in the same intensity, aventurine is no exception to his body's desires. )
I'm sure the House wants us to play more than it really wants us to follow the rules. ( and technically, it's not in the rules that they can't reroll their dice, really. ) Should I blow on the dice to wish you good luck? So that you may roll the combination you're looking for.
( and knowing aventurine's own unmatched luck, it might just work. )
[Rude tries to focus enough to listen and understand. It feels like all the blood from his brain is leaving to fuel the arousal between his legs, but he manages to nod in response. Even bringing the dice up to his new friend's mouth to blow on for luck.]
Here goes.
[Rude rolls two 9s, wondering if the dice are actually just holding him back at this point. From the way Aventurine behaves it doesn't seem like he's disinterested in doing more, but the rules were what they were and 4 rounds are necessary..where did they even leave off on?]
( it's three v. three, because aventurine is obviously counting; not for any reason that won't be revealed sooner than later, but maybe it is a shame that it's a game over too soon. then again, he hardly doubts the house wouldn't let them play again, if not give them spare dice to play whenever they would like. something to muse over and consider, once it's all said and done.
in the present, a double nine roll isn't so bad at all. maybe more for aventurine, who uses his unoccupied hand to button down his shirt with masterful ease (that's why buttons up are so efficient), exposing a chest marred in scars both old and sufficiently new.
the real appeal lies by the right side of his chest, where his nipple had been pierced only a few months before. the look he gives rude is both knowing and certainly teasing. )
[As Aventurine undoes the buttons of his shirt and the fabric falls open to reveal more skin on his chest, also dotted with scars, Rude's eyes observe him studiously first before he even makes any attempt to touch. He wants to ask if he's some kind of soldier or fighter, but it's not relevant at the moment. Maybe later?
Seeing the piercing causes both his brows to raise in surprise as his head turns to look him in the eyes a moment longer. It's all the time he needs before Aventurine prompts him to continue. Rude runs his fingers across the other man's chest, feeling him over before teasing the nipple piercing between two of his fingers just to play with it. The dice said to lick them, though, so he won't drag this out.
Ducking his head, he flicks his tongue over the pierced one, sucking it between his teeth while his fingertips toy with the other one, before moving on to trace one of Aventurine's scars with his index finger idly.] Your turn.
( he doesn't mind being looked at, or stared, because such things are common place for his people, for a man known to be the last of his kind. for all that aventurine's face is pretty and generally free of blemishes, the rest of his body is not, and the distinction between both can be surprising to many. time and time again, aventurine enjoys the reactions of those who see him bared. a box full of surprises, he is.
the whole thing doesn't last as long as he would have liked. he does not mind whether there's intimacy in rude's touches, if they're more than just raw lust. it's nice to have hands on him, even nicer when there's a mouth over a nipple and fingers by the other. it's the first time in their encounter where aventurine's expression relaxes into something more pleasant, his own fluster slowly rising from his shoulders and neck. he's a practiced man with experience, but he's still human all the same. )
Pass. ( for no true reason other than he doesn't want to win this - he doesn't need to. the prize is nothing aventurine can't get himself after a night in the casino, and if he can give that much money in chips to someone, then he will. rude certainly has better use for it than he does.
but as aventurine looks down at him, he knows that word alone will raise more question than answers. he doesn't need to know the true reason behind it, so, a half-excuse: ) Surely you don't mind if I'm a little selfish? I just like when you have your mouth on me, and if I'm lucky, your next roll will bless me with more of it. Not so bad a wish, is it?
[Strangely enough this puts Rude at ease. Thinking up to this point that Aventurine was simply playing with him to win the game and then be on his way. He takes up the dice, but doesn't roll them yet. Truly, he doesn't really know what the chips are, or if they're even worth a great deal here, but something tells him he shouldn't leave them on the table by not finishing out the game.
So he nods, and rolls the dice, having one or two things in mind that would likely satisfy them both. 3 and 4. Close enough, Rude thinks, taking his time getting to fulfilling the challenge, first sliding a hand into the last bit of clothing Aventurine has on to feel over him as he continues to use his mouth to tease his nipple.]
Tell me about what you did before you ended up here. [Rude is used to background chatter and while he can also appreciate silence from time to time, doesn't trust himself not to get flustered if left fully to his thoughts and the sounds Aventurine makes.]
First my name, now you want to know more about me? ( spoken in a bit of a comedic tone... likely to mask something else underneath it all that aventurine knows is the discomfort of getting close to people, but it's not so uncomfortable, this time. yet old habits die hard.
he'll push up his hips first, to make it easier for rude. making conversation while his chest is being played with is an experience for sure, but not one aventurine hates in the least. he'll comply, of course, amidst slow exhales. )
Hm~ I work at the IPC, ( work, not worked, because their leash is still very much around his neck no matter how long he has been away from it. ) the Interastral Peace Corporation. I'm a senior manager in their Strategic Investment department. Not anything so interesting.
( the interesting part is unspoken, the fact he's part of an elite team of its own that works for the head of his department that have their own particular agenda. but that much is still a secret he's not so willing to give out so freely. )
You? ( aventurine shifts here a little, trying to chase after more of that touch on his chest. ) I can't be the only one talking about myself.
[Rude can sense the intended humor in his tone, and can't help but imagine how upset Aventurine might truly be if he genuinely started to question him. Something tells him the man would hold up reasonably well for an interrogation.]
Mm.
[A hum in response to show he's listening as he moves further down, settling on his knees again so he can pull his underwear down from his hips to his thighs, happy to finally get the fabric out of the way so he can lean in and drag his tongue up the underside of Aventurine's length, using his hands to spread his thighs further apart.]
Strategic Investment? So you manage money? [He asks casually, as if he's not dragging his hands over the man's thighs or tossing his underwear aside.] I also work for a big Corporation. Not anything interesting. [It's a lie, but not a very big one.] Doing odd jobs, writing reports. That kind of thing..
( a casual conversation he doesn't so much mind, in spite of the view he has. he thought so before, and thinks as much still: rude looks exceptionally handsome between his legs, on his knees. the attraction is obvious as it shoots down at his erection and makes it twitch in interest, caring little whether it's brought to his attention or not. aventurine may lack preferences, but he's just human. )
I invest in planets I consider to be high reward. ( there's a particular ghost feeling here - or it's aventurine unconsciously longing for something -, the feeling of rude's mouth on his thighs, the kissing and biting.
so much for a man who had allegedly hated the intimacy of it. ) You could consider it an odd job. I do have tons of paperwork to do as well.
( corporation life, but he enjoys the similarities. not anything interesting, he parroted, and aventurine can only wonder if the lie in it is the same. he closes his legs around rude again, though an approach far less firm, knowing he'll be turned around sooner or later. he can enjoy the man where he is now. )
Ah, but now I'm curious. Are you the workaholic type? The kind who's married to his job, and pays little attention to his social life.
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it's ok the high interest rate is to have a really cool credit card to flex!!! totally worth it!!
( what rude doesn't know is that he has the answer on the tip of his tongue already; that for aventurine, intimacy has nothing to do with the intimate act of sex, where two people lay bare before each other and expose their physical vulnerabilities. intimacy has to do with the heart, with something more fragile and delicate.
a lack of intimacy during sex is much easier; names make you closer to people, gives them form and shape. it introduces them to a person's life, and binds them to it.
maybe aventurine is indeed bothered by it.
at least, there's something distracting in the way he finds the fact he's the one entirely clothed amusing. if only rude knew it's totally the opposite with tseng. just turks thing, etc. aventurine leans in, and plants a surprisingly gentle kiss on his elbow. )
It makes me wonder what intimacy means to you, my friend.
and that's how they trap you into lifelong servitude with shinra
[Although a good portion of what he knows about intimacy comes from second hand information shared with him, he does have his own ideas about what it might be like. Hypothetically, of course. Rude is lacking in the experience department there. Both in casual sex as well as genuine intimacy, so he's bound to confuse the two easily until he manages to get his shit together.]
I agree with you. It doesn't have to be physical. Like knowing someone's name, or what they look like when they're on their knees..
[He has old scars peppering his skin here an there to add little bits of history between areas of moderate to high muscle tone depending on the part of his body and how much he uses it. Rude picks up the dice and gives them another roll, and this time his eyes dart to Aventurine to see if he's opposed to this one.]
10 and 2. I don't see how this can be done without intimacy. [Or without Aventurine undressing a bit as well.]
it's ok at least it's servitude under the pretty man that is rufus 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂
( which is to say, of course, that aventurine does not mind it all. up and off his stool, he strips down his shoes and pants, the paleness of his skin also marred by old scars. there's a particular nostalgia to this that is not missed on him, something that reminds him of the day of his own arrival at the resort.
an encounter that is meant to be, perhaps. one he can only hope will end up better than what he had before.
he sits back up, and mimics a realization he did not have; the words he spoke before had been deliberate, but nothing rude truly needs knowing. )
Oh, though I guess that depends on your preference. Inner thigh, or would you prefer outer?
we love a bit of servitude
[His question is a little combative, but he's genuinely curious about these things. And if it might become part of his life in the future, maybe it's better to ask these questions when he's in the presence of someone who has more experience in this particular department.]
Inner, and I suppose it's my turn to get on my knees.
[He lowers himself to the floor, coaxing Aventurine's thighs further apart and looking up at him for a moment in thought, accidentally making eye contact for a little too long as he leans in, his stubble grazing against skin. Rude isn't quite sure how any of this couldn't be intimate and maybe he goes too far with his testing but he experimentally rests his lips against a spot that he finds to be the juiciest, sucking to leave a mark behind, then kisses his way further up. Even going as far as pulling the other man's legs to drape over his shoulders.]
welcome to the life of a corpo slave
so the answer doesn't come right away. the discomfort is easily seen on his face for those with eyes to see, those that can read between the lines, that can see the particular way in which his furrows brow, his eyes darken, his expression becomes troubled, and there's a hitch to his breathing, as though something in him has changed entirely.
so much for bite. )
The issue, my friend, is that you're leading me on. ( it's a total lie. the issue lies in the presentation of the task rude was meant to do; kisses do not always equal intimacy, but if aventurine had to bet on how his new friend sees it, it's certainly not in any way he enjoys.
like a guiding hand, he reaches for the spot where a purple-ish mark slowly forms, his typical smile returning to his lips. ) You're meant to bite, remember? And I'll even be nice. As strongly as you want, if you want to leave another mark. Think you can do that?
also sorry, you got the turk with all the FEELINGS
But the next time Rude glances up he can see the discomfort in the man's eyes. There's something going on behind them that gives Rude pause enough to listen even as his fingers hook into the waist of Aventurine's underwear.]
I'm not leading you on. [At least that isn't his intention.] I want to do more than just bite you. [He opens his mouth to say more, but stops to listen instead, considering how Aventurine might feel in this situation. Maybe he's making him uncomfortable being this way. Maybe all of this is a matter of perception. He doesn't kiss his thighs again, or bite him, but offers another question instead.]
Hypothetically, is it bad for intimacy to be one-sided. If one person needs to perceive it that way but the other doesn't want to, I mean. Is it wrong?
that's ok!! that's what makes him cute!!!!!!!
yet on the other hand. maybe it's the wake up call rude needs. the golden peacock doesn't value intimacy above the debauchery of sex. so it falls on aventurine, perhaps, to guide a soft pillow under his heart lest it falls and breaks against the cold hard floor. )
You want to know if it's wrong of you to feel the way you do, don't you? ( and that's what really makes him feel guilty, even through there's a smile on his face all too complicated to read.
even when he brings an all too gentle touch to rude's cheek, his fingers soft against his ear. )
Hmm~ It'd be too cruel of me to say yes, wouldn't it? Well. The answer is no, anyway. But the lack of reciprocation might hurt you. Are you sure that's what you want?
rude: falls in love with strippers
Hm.
[He just barely leans into the touch, not wanting to let himself enjoy that too much if it'll be taken away just to make a point. Maybe that is the point? Part of intimacy is trust, and Aventurine is a complete stranger.]
Wouldn't it hurt more to feel empty? To not feel anything even. [He sighs eventually, turning his head away to bite the other thigh, fulfilling his part of the game. Wanting to do more to him wasn't a lie, but maybe he should be more cautious until he can separate sex from intimacy.]
they're pretty and give you attention!! rude is valid actually
the smile doesn't leave his face, but aventurine removes his hand off rude's face. at the end of the day, what he says is: ) Isn't it worse to be hurt? If you don't feel anything, it can't really hurt you. It's logical, isn't it? ( it's not - because emotions are never logical or rational, but he leaves it at that. )
Trusting the words of a stranger you just met is a bold move. This is something you should find out for yourself. The way you feel, and how you want to feel about people. And while you don't figure that out, I can be here for matters more physical. Works out better like that, doesn't it?
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It'll take him some time to actively diagnose what he'll need to work on here, but he plans to do it without getting hurt if he can manage.]
Then I won't trust you, but I'll remember what you've said today and think about how other people might see things. [He rests his hands under Aventurine's thighs to slide under his ass, squeezing idly as he processes everything, eventually standing up, but still leaning into him.] I'll try to be professional about it. No promises though.
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( or ignore them entirely, as aventurine does. he hums at the idle squeezing, leaning back against his chair, and wraps his legs gently around rude when he stands. with the way this game works, the game they still have to continue playing, there's no need for rude to return to his seat, if contact is something required.
and despite the implications of his words, nothing in the way aventurine portrays himself really shows rejection or refusal. he's wide open, half-bare and physically vulnerable, with no signs of being unwelcoming of touch. intimacy or not, whether they come from a place of lust or something more from the heart - it's hardly as though he isn't used to feelings of others being imposed on him.
aventurine reaches for the dice, plays with them around his skilled fingers. when he lets them roll off onto the table, the sides read 10 and 1. his expression remains inscrutable even as he turns to look at rude again, a smile still painting his lips. )
Should this be your first test, my friend? At how professional you can be.
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He's considering pulling away when legs wrap around his hips, keeping him close. Rude stays put in spite of being suddenly conflicted both about his take on the situation and whether or not Aventurine might not be interested anymore--presuming he had any interest to begin with. Maybe it's better to focus on winning, and whatever that prize will be.]
My professionalism is immaculate.
[He rests his hands on the other man's thighs, belatedly looking to the dice for the next steps, then looking at Aventurine awkwardly. Rude stands his ground, not backing down even as his brain repeats to him that it's like a kiss. No big deal.]
Oh.
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( quite the words, for what his demeanor says a moment later. cute, he thinks, and something in his smile softens. it's a little bit like bullying, and aventurine may be many things, but cruel has never been one of them - not willingly, not without reason, not for anything that isn't self-defense.
so in spite of the roll, aventurine doesn't do anything just yet, nothing besides resting an arm on rude's shoulder, the tip of his fingers gentle against his nape. it's a particular touch that could, unfortunately for rude, almost be seen as intimate - the intimacy kind of intimate. )
Not ready for that? I won't force you. It's just a game, my friend. Your life shouldn't be bound by the roll of a die.
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Only stubbornness holds him back from sealing the deal himself. The dice roll wasn't his own, so he'll leave it for the other man to initiate. All he has to do is remain calm and stick to his training. No matter how tempted he is to tilt his head in the direction of the other man's touch.]
Just hurry up and kiss me. [He complains, simultaneously contemplating what the differences between intimacy and affection might be. Then, an abrupt afterthought, Rude's ears reddening.] I mean, bite me.
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( frankly, it comes as no surprise, the freudian slip. it's only unfortunate, perhaps, because it puts so much control and power on aventurine's hands that he can't help but want to tease rude more. or maybe, later when rude sorts out his feelings and preferences and where intimacy ends and lust starts, it will be a good thing, that aventurine is as willing to go with rude's flow or take the reins himself.
for now... he can do things his own way. he won't lean forward, no. it's much more fun to close his legs tighter around rude's waist, to make use of the hand on the back of his neck; it helps push him down, albeit with a particular gentleness, until their mouths hover just so. nothing happens for a moment, a prolonged, forced tension of their breathings - and only then does aventurine takes rude's lips on him own, slow in the motions of a kiss, where his lips part and —
he nibbles down, teeth on rude's bottom lip, a soft bite as he pulls on it gently before he lets go.
poor rude. )
That's an easy one. Your turn. ( nope, he will not address it. good luck! )
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When Aventurine squeezes him with his thighs, Rude pushes his hips forward automatically, accidentally grinding against him. He's not sure what exactly has him so hard and bothered, but he's been this way since he was between the man's legs and thinking of fucking him with his tongue.
Rude takes the bite like a champ, not mentioning how he's bricked up at the moment, even though he's sure the other man can feel that. He holds back from using the closeness of their lips as an excuse to kiss him, and even surprises himself with his impressive resolve.]
Alright then. [He rolls the dice one at a time, 2 and then 10. The gears in his head start turning about how to creatively make that as un-weird as he can for Aventurine. Unless..] Do you want me to re-roll? Am I allowed to re-roll?
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the particular desperation - that's how he sees it, at least - to reroll isn't a surprise either, if the way he can feel rude so very excitedly between his legs is anything to go by. cute. aventurine can appreciate man who knows his own desperation, and doesn't shy from it.
it doesn't stop him from trying to bring him even closer, though, if it makes rude grind on him more. while the sentiment isn't reciprocated in the same intensity, aventurine is no exception to his body's desires. )
I'm sure the House wants us to play more than it really wants us to follow the rules. ( and technically, it's not in the rules that they can't reroll their dice, really. ) Should I blow on the dice to wish you good luck? So that you may roll the combination you're looking for.
( and knowing aventurine's own unmatched luck, it might just work. )
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Here goes.
[Rude rolls two 9s, wondering if the dice are actually just holding him back at this point. From the way Aventurine behaves it doesn't seem like he's disinterested in doing more, but the rules were what they were and 4 rounds are necessary..where did they even leave off on?]
Your shirt, please.
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in the present, a double nine roll isn't so bad at all. maybe more for aventurine, who uses his unoccupied hand to button down his shirt with masterful ease (that's why buttons up are so efficient), exposing a chest marred in scars both old and sufficiently new.
the real appeal lies by the right side of his chest, where his nipple had been pierced only a few months before. the look he gives rude is both knowing and certainly teasing. )
Go right ahead.
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Seeing the piercing causes both his brows to raise in surprise as his head turns to look him in the eyes a moment longer. It's all the time he needs before Aventurine prompts him to continue. Rude runs his fingers across the other man's chest, feeling him over before teasing the nipple piercing between two of his fingers just to play with it. The dice said to lick them, though, so he won't drag this out.
Ducking his head, he flicks his tongue over the pierced one, sucking it between his teeth while his fingertips toy with the other one, before moving on to trace one of Aventurine's scars with his index finger idly.] Your turn.
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the whole thing doesn't last as long as he would have liked. he does not mind whether there's intimacy in rude's touches, if they're more than just raw lust. it's nice to have hands on him, even nicer when there's a mouth over a nipple and fingers by the other. it's the first time in their encounter where aventurine's expression relaxes into something more pleasant, his own fluster slowly rising from his shoulders and neck. he's a practiced man with experience, but he's still human all the same. )
Pass. ( for no true reason other than he doesn't want to win this - he doesn't need to. the prize is nothing aventurine can't get himself after a night in the casino, and if he can give that much money in chips to someone, then he will. rude certainly has better use for it than he does.
but as aventurine looks down at him, he knows that word alone will raise more question than answers. he doesn't need to know the true reason behind it, so, a half-excuse: ) Surely you don't mind if I'm a little selfish? I just like when you have your mouth on me, and if I'm lucky, your next roll will bless me with more of it. Not so bad a wish, is it?
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So he nods, and rolls the dice, having one or two things in mind that would likely satisfy them both. 3 and 4. Close enough, Rude thinks, taking his time getting to fulfilling the challenge, first sliding a hand into the last bit of clothing Aventurine has on to feel over him as he continues to use his mouth to tease his nipple.]
Tell me about what you did before you ended up here. [Rude is used to background chatter and while he can also appreciate silence from time to time, doesn't trust himself not to get flustered if left fully to his thoughts and the sounds Aventurine makes.]
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he'll push up his hips first, to make it easier for rude. making conversation while his chest is being played with is an experience for sure, but not one aventurine hates in the least. he'll comply, of course, amidst slow exhales. )
Hm~ I work at the IPC, ( work, not worked, because their leash is still very much around his neck no matter how long he has been away from it. ) the Interastral Peace Corporation. I'm a senior manager in their Strategic Investment department. Not anything so interesting.
( the interesting part is unspoken, the fact he's part of an elite team of its own that works for the head of his department that have their own particular agenda. but that much is still a secret he's not so willing to give out so freely. )
You? ( aventurine shifts here a little, trying to chase after more of that touch on his chest. ) I can't be the only one talking about myself.
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Mm.
[A hum in response to show he's listening as he moves further down, settling on his knees again so he can pull his underwear down from his hips to his thighs, happy to finally get the fabric out of the way so he can lean in and drag his tongue up the underside of Aventurine's length, using his hands to spread his thighs further apart.]
Strategic Investment? So you manage money? [He asks casually, as if he's not dragging his hands over the man's thighs or tossing his underwear aside.] I also work for a big Corporation. Not anything interesting. [It's a lie, but not a very big one.] Doing odd jobs, writing reports. That kind of thing..
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I invest in planets I consider to be high reward. ( there's a particular ghost feeling here - or it's aventurine unconsciously longing for something -, the feeling of rude's mouth on his thighs, the kissing and biting.
so much for a man who had allegedly hated the intimacy of it. ) You could consider it an odd job. I do have tons of paperwork to do as well.
( corporation life, but he enjoys the similarities. not anything interesting, he parroted, and aventurine can only wonder if the lie in it is the same. he closes his legs around rude again, though an approach far less firm, knowing he'll be turned around sooner or later. he can enjoy the man where he is now. )
Ah, but now I'm curious. Are you the workaholic type? The kind who's married to his job, and pays little attention to his social life.
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