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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! )
[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.
[Rude is being quite greedy about things at the moment. The casual banter to fill up the silence, even the way he uses his mouth to tease and taste Aventurine before getting to the task mandated by the dice. But if he's learned anything from his back and forth with Aventurine that maybe a little selfishness is okay.]
Planets? That's interesting. [He takes the head of his cock into his mouth to taste him, sucking softly around the crown, sliding his tongue along the slit to wipe away any precum. Rude doesn't want to finish him this way, but he couldn't stop himself from indulging in that before drawing away to guide Aventurine to stand up and turn around.]
The times I've tried to have more of a social life didn't work out, but I joined a club unrelated to work so I can say that I try. [Once he's bent over the stool, Rude doesn't waste any time. Hands on his cheeks pulling him apart as his tongue laps at his hole. He feels his own arousal filling out as he licks him, tracing his entrance a few times to get him to relax before trying to push his tongue inside a little.]
( the kind of sensual torture that aventurine is a little too much into, with the all too quick way in which rude gives him exactly what he wanted then takes it away. it puts a particular smile on his face, the crazed type that enjoys being denied the pleasure his body seeks. he'll have to give it to rude this time.
maybe because after their conversation about where intimacy begins and ends, he didn't quite expect to feel that same tongue at his hole; aventurine doesn't reject the feeling in the least, welcoming it instead, in spite of the last time he had been subjected to this very same thing. maybe it's the lack of false promises - allegedly - that doesn't make it so bad, this time, his head hanging low and breathing measured. unconsciously, he even stands on his toes, making it easier for rude, chasing after the feeling.
so much for licking away his precum, when aventurine can feel himself leaking all over again. )
... Is that where you learned to do this kind of thing? ( because even through choked gasps and held back moans aventurine will yap. ) I almost thought, mm, that you would enjoy kisses and hand holding instead.
[Rude generally doesn't get the chance to do things like this, and he wouldn't want to do this to strangers at home, but the situation here is different. While it's possible that he's just trying to throw himself into it and get comfortable as fast as possible, it's more likely that there's something about Aventurine that he's attracted to. More than just his face, maybe. His presence?
He'll have plenty of time to stop and think about it once they're done. But for now he just wants to enjoy the moment and make him feel good. The way he moves onto the tips of his toes to position better for him makes his body allocate more blood to fuel his arousal. Rude makes a soft sound, trying but failing to muffle it as he uses one hand to reach around to Aventurine's cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate as he considers the question.]
No. [He sounds more defensive than he means to, biting at the soft part of one of his cheeks in retaliation for that last comment before he's back to what he was doing, tongue trying to slide its way inside Aventurine while he gets to feel how wet he gets with precum on his fingertips.]
( it sends a jolt down his spine, the touch on his cock. he doesn't mind slow, not just yet, chasing after the feeling as much as he can. the torture and desperation is fine, he enjoys it, makes him almost lose his mind in a way that is all too dangerous for the kind of job and life he has, but it's a respite that aventurine gets to enjoy, in this place.
he laughs, too, at the bite, in response to what he said. some card games require cards to be discarded in order to obtain a better hand - reading people is much like that. ideas and assumptions made to be discarded, so the light of a better picture can be brought to his attention. like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. )
You already fulfilled your dice roll. The game is over. ( because he still remembers this is a game, a game within a game, and aventurine tries to turn to look behind him. ) I don't see why you can't just do what you want, my friend. Though...
( and here, aventurine deliberately brings a finger to his mouth, open with his tongue flat and certainly wet, and he taps against it as though to bring rude's attention to it. he closes it with a teasing smirk. this is the golden peacock, where lube is certainly available in every crook and corner, but making his own fun is part of being a player. ) I can help you with that.
[Rude stops when Aventurine points out the obvious, wondering if the proper thing would be to get up and leave. But it would be a lie to pretend that he could do that at this point without seeing that he finishes everything he's started.]
I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]
( lucky rude, that the fingers in his mouth stop aventurine from talking more. he does a damn good job at coating them with saliva, sufficiently wet so the imminent intrusion goes smoothly... not that he would have minded otherwise. it wouldn't be aventurine if he didn't mind a little - or a lot - of pain, after all. even if he has long stopped being able to feel that pain he consistently chases after.
he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?
[Rude has a lot of questions that he keeps tucking away to bring up later whenever they're done. First the game was keeping him on track, and now he's thoroughly invested in Aventurine and making him cum for reasons entirely unrelated to the first thing.
He knows it's the right choice when his toes curl and he lowers his head further. Rude only reconsiders not still having his tongue inside him, but something about the way he can feel Aventurine tense around his fingers is deeply satisfying. The sounds he makes are just icing on the cake while he works his fingers in deeper, his own cock aching in jealousy.]
Yes... and you look cute like that. [Rude adds, his other hand coming down to give himself a little bit of relief. He leans in again, sliding his tongue back in as he strokes himself, using a lot more saliva than necessary with each lick over his hole, and every time he nudges inside.]
( the praise is a little weird, as it tends to be with aventurine, but maybe it's the fingers fucking him open, later replaced by rude's tongue again, that makes him not mind it so much. instead, it's almost as though it has made him more sensitive to touch, feeling rude all the better, letting out louder and more honest noises in response. maybe it's his enthusiasm and determination to eat his ass, maybe it's something entirely else. aventurine wouldn't know.
but his body is all the honest, chasing after that pleasure, greed and lust raising his ass high, almost as though he's presenting himself. and for what it's worth, maybe he is. it certainly wouldn't be unlike aventurine. but it's still not enough, not for him. through deep gasps and choked moans, aventurine finds support against the stool, arching his back in a fashion nearly erotic to look back at rude, again. )
If you want me to look cuter, ( aventurine bites down on his lip to hold back a moan, ) you could just fuck me, you know?
[Rude could have gotten off to teasing Aventurine to the edge of his sanity, but it's the little glances and moans and how he arches his ass up for more. It's impossible not to want more when he behaves like that, but this was the same man that insisted that he should do what he wants.
And apparently, it's what they both want. He gets to his feet, positioning behind him, rubbing the head of his length against his hole before trying to nudge inside him.]
I didn't think you'd agree this easily. That you're cute, I mean.
[He has a piercing at the head of his cock, but isn't sure Aventurine would be able to tell without looking once he's sinking in deeper, stretching him open in ways his tongue and fingers couldn't manage. Rude swears softly at how good he feels, one hand on the back of Aventurine's thigh and the other on his shoulder to help steady him as he thrusts in the rest of the way. Maybe if he hadn't taken so long playing with his food he wouldn't be quite this desperate for release, and his pace gives that away.]
( aventurine has half a mind to reply back immediately, but the words die in his throat as he feels the intrusion inside of him. it's a shocking wave of pleasure that hits him, head thrown back and his cock twitching in delight. he'll be able to parse that piercing eventually, as rude thrusts inside of him and there's a particular attrition that is not unfamiliar, but certainly uncommon. something else to their long list of things to talk about, once they ride out their lust, at a later time.
in the midst of that, aventurine reaches an arm back to hold rude's own, seeking support. being fucked over a stool may not be the most comfortable position, but it's not like he truly minds the discomfort. little things he just accepts as part of his life. nothing rude needs knowing, just like - )
Hahah, ( a laugh broken by a choked moan, as aventurine attempts speaking, ) Did I, mm, come across as someone... who doesn't like being complimented?
( because it's... well. not entirely untrue. his appearance has just been praised enough times that it bears a bit of a negative connotation to him, but aventurine is no fool, and knows how to employ it as a weapon. if rude thinks he's handsome, or beautiful, or cute, then he'll simply empower it, and use it to his advantage. )
[Rude leans forward to make it easier for Aventurine to reach back and use him for support. The stool wasn't made for this purpose, he's sure, and Rude takes a quick look around for alternative locations.]
No, but you do seem like the type to be particular about the compliments that you do get.
[It's a polite way to suggest that he sees the brattiness in him without having to use such a loaded word. Rude draws back a little to push into him again, afraid to use more force because he doesn't want to make Aventurine too uncomfortable on that stool. So he pulls him up to turn him around, having to disconnect for just a moment so he can sit on the stool with Aventurine on his lap facing him, using the wall behind him to lean back against if he needs it.
Rude lowers him down onto his cock again, eyes fluttering at how good he feels, and for better or worse the other man can see for himself while they're facing each other.]
( that's a curious reading of him, and aventurine would've had half the mind to muse what in his current behavior brought about such assumption had his thoughts not been disrupted altogether by the sudden manhandling. it's a perk of being short and weighing basically nothing - his cock twitches in interest, a little too turned-on over something so insignificant, and the added feeling of fullness returning to him, deeper and far clearer this time, only makes aventurine believe that some more of this and he could easily reach his climax. for all of his experience, some things come easily.
this is nicer, though. it gives aventurine some control over the situation that he appreciates, a smirk returning to his face. )
No? ( aventurine cants his head to the side, exposing a reddened and vulnerable throat, his face flushed and a couple of blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead. he knows exactly what he's doing, weaponing his charm, yet plays the fool all the same.
worse yet, he guides rude's hands to his waist, thin with more bones than meat, before he starts to move his hips; grinding on his lap, slow but precise movements that hits all the right spots inside of him. it's a conscious thought, holding back his moans in favor of continuing his sentence - ) Then, how do I look right now?
[Rude also finds the stool to be uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that it would do anything to keep him from enjoying their time together to the fullest.
Aventurine's behavior is not overtly bratty, but it's the tone of his voice, his mannerisms. The way he logics his way through conversations, even. And as Rude observes him, that look Aventurine gives him only confirms his theories. Cute is certainly not the word. The man is dangerous in a way he's never seen before.
He rocks his hips upward in response, then takes the bait. Rude leans in to kiss his neck, sucking and scraping his teeth against his skin to leave marks behind as his hands grip Aventurine's waist. The deliberate movements make Rude moan into bruised skin, and he draws away from his neck to watch him instead. His head tilts back to rest against the wall behind them, eyes fluttering in pleasure, but the stimulation is just as much visual as it is physical.]
Dangerous. [His toes curl and the muscles of his thighs tense up in pleasure, not sure how much of this he can take, but clearly enjoying how much control he's put into Aventurine's hands.]
( there's a quick second where something more genuine flashes in aventurine's face, at being called dangerous. he had expected anything else, and there's something unfortunately real in that word that forces a particular kind of smile to appear on his face, the one that can't help but submit to his fate, but it disappears soon after, replaced by the usual smile he wears around people. the one trained to be everything but a window into his real feelings. )
Hahah, scared I'll eat you up? ( almost the more curious side of him inquiring, and it only motivates aventurine to do more.
it takes a bit of readjusting from his legs, finding support where it can, to start pushing his hips far up, then slowly back down. that alone steals a long and deep moan from aventurine, enjoying the feeling of rude inside of him, filling him to the brim. it doesn't take much to find himself a consistent rhythm, and this time aventurine is deliberate in how lewd the sounds coming out from him are, though genuine all the same, but he doesn't hold back his whimpers and moans. )
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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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Planets? That's interesting. [He takes the head of his cock into his mouth to taste him, sucking softly around the crown, sliding his tongue along the slit to wipe away any precum. Rude doesn't want to finish him this way, but he couldn't stop himself from indulging in that before drawing away to guide Aventurine to stand up and turn around.]
The times I've tried to have more of a social life didn't work out, but I joined a club unrelated to work so I can say that I try. [Once he's bent over the stool, Rude doesn't waste any time. Hands on his cheeks pulling him apart as his tongue laps at his hole. He feels his own arousal filling out as he licks him, tracing his entrance a few times to get him to relax before trying to push his tongue inside a little.]
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maybe because after their conversation about where intimacy begins and ends, he didn't quite expect to feel that same tongue at his hole; aventurine doesn't reject the feeling in the least, welcoming it instead, in spite of the last time he had been subjected to this very same thing. maybe it's the lack of false promises - allegedly - that doesn't make it so bad, this time, his head hanging low and breathing measured. unconsciously, he even stands on his toes, making it easier for rude, chasing after the feeling.
so much for licking away his precum, when aventurine can feel himself leaking all over again. )
... Is that where you learned to do this kind of thing? ( because even through choked gasps and held back moans aventurine will yap. ) I almost thought, mm, that you would enjoy kisses and hand holding instead.
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He'll have plenty of time to stop and think about it once they're done. But for now he just wants to enjoy the moment and make him feel good. The way he moves onto the tips of his toes to position better for him makes his body allocate more blood to fuel his arousal. Rude makes a soft sound, trying but failing to muffle it as he uses one hand to reach around to Aventurine's cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate as he considers the question.]
No. [He sounds more defensive than he means to, biting at the soft part of one of his cheeks in retaliation for that last comment before he's back to what he was doing, tongue trying to slide its way inside Aventurine while he gets to feel how wet he gets with precum on his fingertips.]
Maybe I should use my fingers instead.
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he laughs, too, at the bite, in response to what he said. some card games require cards to be discarded in order to obtain a better hand - reading people is much like that. ideas and assumptions made to be discarded, so the light of a better picture can be brought to his attention. like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. )
You already fulfilled your dice roll. The game is over. ( because he still remembers this is a game, a game within a game, and aventurine tries to turn to look behind him. ) I don't see why you can't just do what you want, my friend. Though...
( and here, aventurine deliberately brings a finger to his mouth, open with his tongue flat and certainly wet, and he taps against it as though to bring rude's attention to it. he closes it with a teasing smirk. this is the golden peacock, where lube is certainly available in every crook and corner, but making his own fun is part of being a player. ) I can help you with that.
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I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]
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he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?
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He knows it's the right choice when his toes curl and he lowers his head further. Rude only reconsiders not still having his tongue inside him, but something about the way he can feel Aventurine tense around his fingers is deeply satisfying. The sounds he makes are just icing on the cake while he works his fingers in deeper, his own cock aching in jealousy.]
Yes... and you look cute like that. [Rude adds, his other hand coming down to give himself a little bit of relief. He leans in again, sliding his tongue back in as he strokes himself, using a lot more saliva than necessary with each lick over his hole, and every time he nudges inside.]
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but his body is all the honest, chasing after that pleasure, greed and lust raising his ass high, almost as though he's presenting himself. and for what it's worth, maybe he is. it certainly wouldn't be unlike aventurine. but it's still not enough, not for him. through deep gasps and choked moans, aventurine finds support against the stool, arching his back in a fashion nearly erotic to look back at rude, again. )
If you want me to look cuter, ( aventurine bites down on his lip to hold back a moan, ) you could just fuck me, you know?
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And apparently, it's what they both want. He gets to his feet, positioning behind him, rubbing the head of his length against his hole before trying to nudge inside him.]
I didn't think you'd agree this easily. That you're cute, I mean.
[He has a piercing at the head of his cock, but isn't sure Aventurine would be able to tell without looking once he's sinking in deeper, stretching him open in ways his tongue and fingers couldn't manage. Rude swears softly at how good he feels, one hand on the back of Aventurine's thigh and the other on his shoulder to help steady him as he thrusts in the rest of the way. Maybe if he hadn't taken so long playing with his food he wouldn't be quite this desperate for release, and his pace gives that away.]
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in the midst of that, aventurine reaches an arm back to hold rude's own, seeking support. being fucked over a stool may not be the most comfortable position, but it's not like he truly minds the discomfort. little things he just accepts as part of his life. nothing rude needs knowing, just like - )
Hahah, ( a laugh broken by a choked moan, as aventurine attempts speaking, ) Did I, mm, come across as someone... who doesn't like being complimented?
( because it's... well. not entirely untrue. his appearance has just been praised enough times that it bears a bit of a negative connotation to him, but aventurine is no fool, and knows how to employ it as a weapon. if rude thinks he's handsome, or beautiful, or cute, then he'll simply empower it, and use it to his advantage. )
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No, but you do seem like the type to be particular about the compliments that you do get.
[It's a polite way to suggest that he sees the brattiness in him without having to use such a loaded word. Rude draws back a little to push into him again, afraid to use more force because he doesn't want to make Aventurine too uncomfortable on that stool. So he pulls him up to turn him around, having to disconnect for just a moment so he can sit on the stool with Aventurine on his lap facing him, using the wall behind him to lean back against if he needs it.
Rude lowers him down onto his cock again, eyes fluttering at how good he feels, and for better or worse the other man can see for himself while they're facing each other.]
I don't.. think cute is the right word anymore.
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this is nicer, though. it gives aventurine some control over the situation that he appreciates, a smirk returning to his face. )
No? ( aventurine cants his head to the side, exposing a reddened and vulnerable throat, his face flushed and a couple of blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead. he knows exactly what he's doing, weaponing his charm, yet plays the fool all the same.
worse yet, he guides rude's hands to his waist, thin with more bones than meat, before he starts to move his hips; grinding on his lap, slow but precise movements that hits all the right spots inside of him. it's a conscious thought, holding back his moans in favor of continuing his sentence - ) Then, how do I look right now?
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Aventurine's behavior is not overtly bratty, but it's the tone of his voice, his mannerisms. The way he logics his way through conversations, even. And as Rude observes him, that look Aventurine gives him only confirms his theories. Cute is certainly not the word. The man is dangerous in a way he's never seen before.
He rocks his hips upward in response, then takes the bait. Rude leans in to kiss his neck, sucking and scraping his teeth against his skin to leave marks behind as his hands grip Aventurine's waist. The deliberate movements make Rude moan into bruised skin, and he draws away from his neck to watch him instead. His head tilts back to rest against the wall behind them, eyes fluttering in pleasure, but the stimulation is just as much visual as it is physical.]
Dangerous. [His toes curl and the muscles of his thighs tense up in pleasure, not sure how much of this he can take, but clearly enjoying how much control he's put into Aventurine's hands.]
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Hahah, scared I'll eat you up? ( almost the more curious side of him inquiring, and it only motivates aventurine to do more.
it takes a bit of readjusting from his legs, finding support where it can, to start pushing his hips far up, then slowly back down. that alone steals a long and deep moan from aventurine, enjoying the feeling of rude inside of him, filling him to the brim. it doesn't take much to find himself a consistent rhythm, and this time aventurine is deliberate in how lewd the sounds coming out from him are, though genuine all the same, but he doesn't hold back his whimpers and moans. )
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