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Oh? Color me surprised. A game you haven't grown tired of yet?
( the curiosity is genuine, all things considered. the way aventurine's gaze almost glistens in curiosity, in spite of the dullness of traumatized eyes. the offer of a game is much like dangling fresh steak in front of a starving lion, to a gambler. aventurine shifts in his chair, leaning slightly forward. rufus has his full attention. )
I suppose that counts for talking as well. It will give me insight into the kind of person you are. ( for a man whose work revolves around connections and understanding how deeply his client's ambitions and desires go, at least. ) Do tell. What game are we playing?
The sort that ends in us both earning a card for our respective decks.
[He lets that notion linger in the air a moment, affording ample time for all the implications to sink in, before offering the second half of the remark: ]
And that involves you being shown a similar time to the one we gave Wriothesley.
( well. color him... not surprised, but certainly amused. )
I wonder who's propositioning who now.
( not that aventurine is in opposition, because nothing in his demeanor seems as such. instead, he sips on his drink, calm and unbothered, as though waging the pros and cons. the truth is that there's no cons to consider, and doesn't aventurine love deals made in mutual benefit? )
[Smug little bastard, he is. But like knows like, and Aventurine will surely clock posturing when he sees it — intentional bravado offered for the sake of setting the scene moreso than anything else.]
( that he does certainly see it for as it is, and he can only laugh in response; something to an extent genuine, entirely too amused by rufus' behavior.
besides, he enjoys playing the long game, stretching it thin until right before it snaps. such concerns never existed here, and aventurine takes another sip of his drink, musing his answer. )
I'm happy to indulge in whatever interests you have, with no complain - unless you want me to, of course. I prefer to play our game with only the two of us, at least as the main players. Guest participants can be a staff or a guest neither of us are familiar with.
And more importantly, the game itself has to be interesting. That's enough of a challenge, when we're stuck in a casino. But don't blame me for being curious what someone like you could come up with. The attention of a gambler can be quite fickle if the game isn't worth his time, after all.
So much the better. I like to keep things exclusive as well.
[He glances about the lounge, finding one of the waiting attendants and motioning them over with a flick of his finger; when they draw near, he murmurs in their ear for a moment with some direction or another, which earns a very good, sir before the attendant discreetly departs again.]
We'll continue to chat. We'll order refreshments. Everything that might be expected of two VIPs spending some time away from the masses. And your extra challenge, Mr. Gambler, will be to keep concealed the fact that you're wearing a toy in my control. Fair enough?
( the first thing aventurine thinks is that... rufus would really get along with sunday, or at least the sunday aventurine knew, head of the oak family and an absolute control-freak. for what it's worth, he's interested for sure. one entire year in the resort and that's the first time he has been propositioned such an idea, but the way he can almost sense the makings of a power dynamic is all too amusing to ignore.
he's hardly against it, either way. )
I wouldn't have expected less from you. ( and he really wouldn't, if their little party with wriothesley had been anything to go by. ) Lucky for you, I'm quite familiar with games of resistance. I'll be sure not to disappoint as an opponent... though I wonder if this is a game you can win.
Mm. I suspect that no matter the outcome, I won't consider myself to have lost.
[So he says, neatly timed, as the attendant he'd spoken with shortly before returns with a sleek black box, opaque and discreet, and offers it to Rufus with a slight incline of his head. The accessories necessary for their little endeavor, evidently; as the attendant leaves, Rufus passes the box over to Aventurine.]
I can't guarantee it's your color. But somehow I doubt that'll matter in the long run.
( no, of course not. because in truth, they're both only winning something here, aren't they?
the box is as fancy looking as one would expect of face cards, and opening it reveals a packing to match. there's three items surrounded by luxurious foam: a remote, with more buttons than aventurine can even attempt to guess what each is for; lube, because it's an essential; and the main participant of their game - a bright pink butt plug big enough that aventurine can tell will be more of a challenge than he thought.
his smile doesn't falter. it does match his eyes, at least. )
This is yours, I believe. ( he hands rufus the remote, nonchalant. there's a particular pointed look around them - they're still very much in public, after all, even if there's not as many guests around -, before it returns to the box, then to rufus. ) Would you like to do the honors, or should I?
( because he figures he won't have the privacy of a bathroom to put the plug in. )
[He accepts the remote easily, but makes no move to try to sneak a peek into the box — quite the contrary, he seems to be deliberately avoiding looking at it, keeping his eyes on Aventurine's face.]
It's more fun if there are some things I don't know. Yet, at least.
[He smiles faintly, rolling the slim plastic controller down the backs of his fingers before catching it again in his palm — a deft, practiced movement, albeit not one really suited to something of the size he's doing it on.]
You do it. I'd like to find out what you're experiencing...secondhand. From context.
i missed this somehow and i have no idea how this got so long help
( frankly, aventurine weighs his options here. there's a particular appeal in actually turning on his heels and finding privacy; rufus had said it himself, that it's more fun if he remains oblivious to some things. almost a gamble, or a game of trust, whether aventurine is playing by their rules once he leaves beyond rufus' sight or if he's a cheater whose talk of his luck is just a red herring.
but then he has a much better idea, instead. when aventurine stands, it's only to cross the table in between them, so he may stand right before rufus; easier to enjoy the show that way. everything he does, then, is with a particular, almost impressive show of skill. the unbuckling of a belt, unbuttoning of his pants, and a zipper he pulls down - all with a single hand. he does not strip off of his pants.
the lube would've proven a challenge if aventurine didn't so much care for appearances that much; when the bottle itself is small and almost pocket-sized, it's the kind he can simply uncap and squeeze the lube out - something he does so, when he holds it between his teeth, and applies some on his own free hand. it works in his favor like that, when he has to reach back and into his pants, finding his own hole to finger himself. the good thing is that whatever reaction he would show here, aventurine does not. not when he still holds lube in his mouth, and his eyes barely flinch in response. only one more thing to add to the list of things rufus doesn't want to know, of course.
the rest comes much more streamlined, when aventurine judges himself properly prepared. taking the lube from his mouth, so he may apply some on the plug, that typical inscrutable smile ever on his face. when he takes it out, he makes sure to hide it behind the box still, to keep that air of mystery for rufus lest he spoils their fun. an arm that reaches behind him, into his pants again, past his underwear - and at least this time there's more of a reaction, as a treat, when aventurine bites on his lips, perhaps holding back a moan or two. a sign of honesty, that he's willing to play their game, and doesn't intend to so much cheat where rufus can see, though he'd certainly argue it's both an impressive and bold feat.
when the plug is in, and certainly intrusive in his body, is when aventurine shows both empty hands and an empty box to rufus. )
Hope you enjoyed that little show. ( and now he can fix his pants and set the box down, though he doesn't quite return to his seat yet. ) Figured I would add that in as an extra. Was that enough for you to experience it secondhandedly?
[It's telling, the way that Rufus almost reaches for Aventurine when he circles around to put himself so easily within reach — not the eagerness of a man who can't keep his hands to himself, but rather the confidence of one who's never been told he can't put his hands on anything in the world he desires. As it is, one set of fingers ghost in the air while the others hold firm to the remote, and his eyes are dark and intent, fixed on Aventurine's face even as far more interesting activities go on below his belt.]
You're gorgeous, you know.
[It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement; pretty blondes were far more to his father's taste than his own, but he's certainly not above appreciating beauty where he can find it — and moreso even than looks, Aventurine's beauty is in his willingness to play the game, to be just as dirty as the situation calls for to put the ball squarely back in his opponent's court.
His arm comes up to dangle against the back of his seat, effortless in the way it dangles and reveals just a glimpse of the remote within his fingers. His other hand brushes against his own thigh, casually indicating his lap.]
You have a seat waiting for you over there, but maybe you'd like one right here, instead?
So I caught your fancy? How lucky of me. ( a lighthearted jest, a throwaway comment, for the most part, for aventurine doesn't so much care for it beyond the value of a business relationship between men who are trading cards.
but it is true, that aventurine is always so willing to play the games; whether issued by the house or between players, what is a gambler without the one thing that gives their life value? it is never about the outcome, but the process in itself, the highs and lows that come with not knowing whether he'll be sent to heaven or hell.
this too is just the same, the probabilities and differences in the end-result that comes with accepting the invitation or returning to his seat and keeping their distance. there's appeal to both, he thinks, appeal in denying rufus of what he wants, but appeal to playing along, to put his life on someone's hands and let them do with it as they wish.
perhaps the answer is all too obvious. ) And lucky you, this kind of control looks good on you. ( a compliment paid back, in genuine sincerity.
aventurine doesn't move into rufus' lap just yet, aware that the moment he does, he'll be able to feel the plug a little too well. perhaps something to look forward to, a beat and two later, when aventurine reaches to straddle rufus, a practice motion as though nothing out of the ordinary is afflicting either of them. his smile remains the very same, not an inch out of place, settling in neatly on his lap with his arms around rufus' shoulders. comfortable, if not a little intrusive in certain places. )
[It feels like a continuation of their negotiation, these initial exchanges between them — positioning, posturing, trading pawns in their openers as they progress toward the middle game. There's something nice about the way Aventurine drapes his arms over Rufus's shoulders, casting an illusion of intimacy that they can either pretend to buy into or acknowledge for what it really is. Because of course, Aventurine is right: they do make an exquisite picture like this, pretty blond on pretty blond, not just wrapped up in each other but so bathed in power that they have the luxury of not paying attention to anything else around them.
Of course, having Aventurine in his lap comes with other benefits — like making it natural for them to lock eyes and hold it there, to size each other up.
Like drawing attention away from the remote in his dangling hand, so it's inconspicuous when his thumb moves and toggles the vibrator on to a low setting.]
Do you like being controlled, Mister Gambler? Or do you just like playing games?
( though the surprise hits him, the change in his expression is minimal. only an inch do his eyes widen, at the sudden new feeling inside of him, and aventurine can certainly already tell that a higher setting and the right positioning could easily be his undoing. that's a game in itself, he thinks. that if rufus is truly lucky enough, or if such close proximity works to his advantage, he might just learn that priceless information.
but for now, the ball still lies in aventurine's court; fingers that play with soft hair on the back of his neck, mindlessly and carefully. everything he does is always practiced, measured, deliberate. )
They're both much the same, wouldn't you say? For example, ( and here, he brings a hand over to rufus' mouth, running a slow thumb over his lips, and his gaze sits on it. ) At a poker table, there will always be one person the table will single out as a threat. Whether because they're winning, or because they know how to play the game, or because they can't be read in the least...
( aventurine looms above, almost haunting, leaning in close enough that they could feel each other's breaths, but not nearly close enough that they could kiss. )
Which means, they control the game, do they not? Once all eyes are on that person, when each of their movements are meticulously studied, it gives them power. Is that not why we're playing our little game right now?
[Accustomed as he is to looking for Tseng's frankly microscopic tells, Rufus's gaze is already on Aventurine's eyes when they widen fractionally, and he sees that first moment when the recognition hits. Good, that now their little game is starting to properly get underway. Good, that Aventurine now has a challenge in front of him, and one that'll only get more difficult the longer they go on.]
I would say that's a neat way of dodging the question. And it makes me wonder which of us you think is being singled out as the threat here.
[Like recognizes like, of course, and Rufus himself is nothing if not a master at sidestepping questions he doesn't feel like answering. It would be far too easy to keep pressuring Aventurine with an increase in the vibrator's speed, at this point; so much so fast would come off looking like he was the one flustered by their topic of conversation. So he leaves it as-is and focuses instead on moderating his own arousal, because there's something undeniably pleasant about having a warm body perched over his lap and he can't help but be responsive to it.]
So I'll ask you again. Do you like being controlled, Aventurine?
( like recognizes like indeed. always pleasant to see, and always enjoyable to play games with someone who knows the rules of the games aventurine plays. the question is repeated, and for a moment, aventurine just keeps on smiling, so calm and unbothered as though effort isn't being exerted to keep his body from falling victim to the prospect of pleasure itself. it's not surprising his mind wishes to wander to thoughts of being controlled, yet aventurine reins it back.
he can take his time, can let hands wander down to rufus' chest, his fingers careful over the buttons of his chest, curious when they wrap around his tie. the dress code certainly facilitates some things. )
Asking questions you already know the answer is quite like you.
( he's teasing, playing the long game, deflating not so much for the sake of deflating and keeping his true feelings hidden, but because it adds a particular flavor to their interaction. it makes it more fun, when aventurine pulls on that tie, firm but hardly rough, to bring rufus closer to him. there's a power dynamic at face-value here, like a struggle for control that is only a performance; aventurine is, after all, looking down at rufus, in spite of his position on his lap like a pet.
but maybe it's the wrestling itself that makes it worth it. )
Instead, let me ask you. How much do you enjoy controlling?
You could find out. If you'd just let me do whatever I want with you.
[He leans back a little, opening himself up invitingly to the touch of Aventurine's questing fingers, before letting himself be tugged back again by the draw of his tie. It's more playful than anything else, the way one might expect a performer to tease at an adoring audience — and really, that's precisely what Aventurine is right now, save for perhaps the adoring part.
There are better words than "adoring", is the thing. Intrigued, enthralled. The vibrator's remote, he notes, has a special button for a controlled burst, and he thumbs down on it in a short pulse just to see what will happen.
As he does, his voice turns lilting, coaxing — a dangling offer, so easy to crave.]
Don't you want to let me do whatever I want with you?
( this definitely feels like one of those things that explicit permission is hardly necessary; or that permission is so much needed at all, if it's given so obviously with the spread of aventurine's legs as he straddles rufus, and the game he so willingly plays. yet he, too, knows what permission does, the weight behind it. less so is the consent requested, but the power dynamic included in wearing a collar and holding the leash.
what rufus is asking is simply for aventurine to connect his collar with the leash on his hand; the one that with the press of a button steals a quiet gasp from aventurine, unexpected as the feeling had been. yet his smile only grows wider, as he's slowly becoming more familiar with the tactics in their game. )
I'm already on your lap, aren't I?
( pointed, and perhaps an excuse, as he shifts on rufus, trying both to find a more comfortable position to account for how hard he's slowly getting in his pants, and to shamefully chase after more of the pleasure he could have from the plug or, if nothing else, from rufus himself, too.
far from aventurine to be picky, after all. )
Is the leash you want to put on me just for show, or are you scared I will run?
[That's his cue, when Aventurine starts to shift in his lap, to snake an arm around his hips and pull him flush against his own body — like it's an offer of friction, or maybe just a temptation to chase it, should Aventurine find himself willing to risk stealing a little bit of surreptitious grinding without anyone around catching on.
It's easier for Rufus to keep his own movements concealed, with the benefit of the couch blocking him and the fact that he's the one underneath rather than on top; it's subtle yet sinuous, the way he rolls his hips shallowly into Aventurine's in smooth, slow movements, as if to encourage that interest in the other man's slacks to continue growing.]
I'm not scared you'll run. You've got plenty of reasons to stay.
[Or one big reason, at least, though he's not quite so crass as to frame it like that.]
No, running isn't the sort of "getting off" I have in mind for you at all.
( so he does, doesn't he? above the entertainment coming from the game they play, the pull closer is a siren song of temptation, that even he, in his professionalism and experience, can surrender to desire like anyone else. it's what makes the challenge fun - measuring the control he has on temptation, not wanting to let rufus see how easily an influence he has on him, though it would be foolish to assume the both of them aren't on the same page already.
fine, then, he thinks. if rufus wants him closer, then aventurine will scoot closer, grind himself on his lap to truly cut their distance short, so the both of them can feel the other better. a game has more than one player, after all. )
How honored I am that you have me in mind at all. ( said almost insincerely, though it's more meant to be a tease than otherwise.
not so much of a surprise, when aventurine presents himself the way he does; a hand sprawling over the back of rufus' neck, if only to keep his head steady, and he doesn't look away from the pretty little prize he has on his lap. )
I do have to wonder how often it is that you're interested in anyone. Am I that special, or just another pretty face you've found in here?
[It's good, the way each subsequent exchange of their game has brought Aventurine a little closer, a little more securely into Rufus's hold; it's where he wants him, focused in on their banter and the meet of their eyes and the steady, lulling rhythm of their cocks grinding together through fabric. The press of that hand at the back of his neck makes him smile, just faintly; it's meant to convey that he's been caught, he knows, as little by little they tangle themselves up in each other.
But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]
( indeed he is, the adaptable type. it's his strength, a calm and rational mind that lays out plans and schemes regardless of the situation. he's aventurine of stratagems, after all, and yet it stands true, that the element of sudden surprise is what counters his quick mind for a least a while.
he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )
[There's something enticing about the way Aventurine curls against him, writhing in the trap of his arms like a prized pet. The vibrator has plenty of battery life to spare, but the element of surprise comes only once; if he turns it off and on again, the second pulse won't carry nearly the emphasis of the first, so he's got to make the most of this one while he's got it.
He's certainly not immune to the secondhand sensation, either — not when Aventurine's squirming is more erratic than controlled, not when the pressure and drag of the fabric over his own clothed cock is equal parts perfect yet not nearly enough. He cocks his head a little, almost obliging, to make more room for Aventurine to press against his neck. It's not an invitation to bite, but it's certainly an opportunity.]
Come like this for me. Just like this.
[It's soft enough to be encouragement, but imperative enough to be unmistakable for the command that it is.]
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( the curiosity is genuine, all things considered. the way aventurine's gaze almost glistens in curiosity, in spite of the dullness of traumatized eyes. the offer of a game is much like dangling fresh steak in front of a starving lion, to a gambler. aventurine shifts in his chair, leaning slightly forward. rufus has his full attention. )
I suppose that counts for talking as well. It will give me insight into the kind of person you are. ( for a man whose work revolves around connections and understanding how deeply his client's ambitions and desires go, at least. ) Do tell. What game are we playing?
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[He lets that notion linger in the air a moment, affording ample time for all the implications to sink in, before offering the second half of the remark: ]
And that involves you being shown a similar time to the one we gave Wriothesley.
[He smiles.]
A private party for just we two.
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I wonder who's propositioning who now.
( not that aventurine is in opposition, because nothing in his demeanor seems as such. instead, he sips on his drink, calm and unbothered, as though waging the pros and cons. the truth is that there's no cons to consider, and doesn't aventurine love deals made in mutual benefit? )
And what are the terms of our little game?
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[Smug little bastard, he is. But like knows like, and Aventurine will surely clock posturing when he sees it — intentional bravado offered for the sake of setting the scene moreso than anything else.]
What terms did you have in mind?
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besides, he enjoys playing the long game, stretching it thin until right before it snaps. such concerns never existed here, and aventurine takes another sip of his drink, musing his answer. )
I'm happy to indulge in whatever interests you have, with no complain - unless you want me to, of course. I prefer to play our game with only the two of us, at least as the main players. Guest participants can be a staff or a guest neither of us are familiar with.
And more importantly, the game itself has to be interesting. That's enough of a challenge, when we're stuck in a casino. But don't blame me for being curious what someone like you could come up with. The attention of a gambler can be quite fickle if the game isn't worth his time, after all.
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[He glances about the lounge, finding one of the waiting attendants and motioning them over with a flick of his finger; when they draw near, he murmurs in their ear for a moment with some direction or another, which earns a very good, sir before the attendant discreetly departs again.]
We'll continue to chat. We'll order refreshments. Everything that might be expected of two VIPs spending some time away from the masses. And your extra challenge, Mr. Gambler, will be to keep concealed the fact that you're wearing a toy in my control. Fair enough?
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he's hardly against it, either way. )
I wouldn't have expected less from you. ( and he really wouldn't, if their little party with wriothesley had been anything to go by. ) Lucky for you, I'm quite familiar with games of resistance. I'll be sure not to disappoint as an opponent... though I wonder if this is a game you can win.
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[So he says, neatly timed, as the attendant he'd spoken with shortly before returns with a sleek black box, opaque and discreet, and offers it to Rufus with a slight incline of his head. The accessories necessary for their little endeavor, evidently; as the attendant leaves, Rufus passes the box over to Aventurine.]
I can't guarantee it's your color. But somehow I doubt that'll matter in the long run.
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the box is as fancy looking as one would expect of face cards, and opening it reveals a packing to match. there's three items surrounded by luxurious foam: a remote, with more buttons than aventurine can even attempt to guess what each is for; lube, because it's an essential; and the main participant of their game - a bright pink butt plug big enough that aventurine can tell will be more of a challenge than he thought.
his smile doesn't falter. it does match his eyes, at least. )
This is yours, I believe. ( he hands rufus the remote, nonchalant. there's a particular pointed look around them - they're still very much in public, after all, even if there's not as many guests around -, before it returns to the box, then to rufus. ) Would you like to do the honors, or should I?
( because he figures he won't have the privacy of a bathroom to put the plug in. )
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It's more fun if there are some things I don't know. Yet, at least.
[He smiles faintly, rolling the slim plastic controller down the backs of his fingers before catching it again in his palm — a deft, practiced movement, albeit not one really suited to something of the size he's doing it on.]
You do it. I'd like to find out what you're experiencing...secondhand. From context.
i missed this somehow and i have no idea how this got so long help
but then he has a much better idea, instead. when aventurine stands, it's only to cross the table in between them, so he may stand right before rufus; easier to enjoy the show that way. everything he does, then, is with a particular, almost impressive show of skill. the unbuckling of a belt, unbuttoning of his pants, and a zipper he pulls down - all with a single hand. he does not strip off of his pants.
the lube would've proven a challenge if aventurine didn't so much care for appearances that much; when the bottle itself is small and almost pocket-sized, it's the kind he can simply uncap and squeeze the lube out - something he does so, when he holds it between his teeth, and applies some on his own free hand. it works in his favor like that, when he has to reach back and into his pants, finding his own hole to finger himself. the good thing is that whatever reaction he would show here, aventurine does not. not when he still holds lube in his mouth, and his eyes barely flinch in response. only one more thing to add to the list of things rufus doesn't want to know, of course.
the rest comes much more streamlined, when aventurine judges himself properly prepared. taking the lube from his mouth, so he may apply some on the plug, that typical inscrutable smile ever on his face. when he takes it out, he makes sure to hide it behind the box still, to keep that air of mystery for rufus lest he spoils their fun. an arm that reaches behind him, into his pants again, past his underwear - and at least this time there's more of a reaction, as a treat, when aventurine bites on his lips, perhaps holding back a moan or two. a sign of honesty, that he's willing to play their game, and doesn't intend to so much cheat where rufus can see, though he'd certainly argue it's both an impressive and bold feat.
when the plug is in, and certainly intrusive in his body, is when aventurine shows both empty hands and an empty box to rufus. )
Hope you enjoyed that little show. ( and now he can fix his pants and set the box down, though he doesn't quite return to his seat yet. ) Figured I would add that in as an extra. Was that enough for you to experience it secondhandedly?
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You're gorgeous, you know.
[It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement; pretty blondes were far more to his father's taste than his own, but he's certainly not above appreciating beauty where he can find it — and moreso even than looks, Aventurine's beauty is in his willingness to play the game, to be just as dirty as the situation calls for to put the ball squarely back in his opponent's court.
His arm comes up to dangle against the back of his seat, effortless in the way it dangles and reveals just a glimpse of the remote within his fingers. His other hand brushes against his own thigh, casually indicating his lap.]
You have a seat waiting for you over there, but maybe you'd like one right here, instead?
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but it is true, that aventurine is always so willing to play the games; whether issued by the house or between players, what is a gambler without the one thing that gives their life value? it is never about the outcome, but the process in itself, the highs and lows that come with not knowing whether he'll be sent to heaven or hell.
this too is just the same, the probabilities and differences in the end-result that comes with accepting the invitation or returning to his seat and keeping their distance. there's appeal to both, he thinks, appeal in denying rufus of what he wants, but appeal to playing along, to put his life on someone's hands and let them do with it as they wish.
perhaps the answer is all too obvious. ) And lucky you, this kind of control looks good on you. ( a compliment paid back, in genuine sincerity.
aventurine doesn't move into rufus' lap just yet, aware that the moment he does, he'll be able to feel the plug a little too well. perhaps something to look forward to, a beat and two later, when aventurine reaches to straddle rufus, a practice motion as though nothing out of the ordinary is afflicting either of them. his smile remains the very same, not an inch out of place, settling in neatly on his lap with his arms around rufus' shoulders. comfortable, if not a little intrusive in certain places. )
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[It feels like a continuation of their negotiation, these initial exchanges between them — positioning, posturing, trading pawns in their openers as they progress toward the middle game. There's something nice about the way Aventurine drapes his arms over Rufus's shoulders, casting an illusion of intimacy that they can either pretend to buy into or acknowledge for what it really is. Because of course, Aventurine is right: they do make an exquisite picture like this, pretty blond on pretty blond, not just wrapped up in each other but so bathed in power that they have the luxury of not paying attention to anything else around them.
Of course, having Aventurine in his lap comes with other benefits — like making it natural for them to lock eyes and hold it there, to size each other up.
Like drawing attention away from the remote in his dangling hand, so it's inconspicuous when his thumb moves and toggles the vibrator on to a low setting.]
Do you like being controlled, Mister Gambler? Or do you just like playing games?
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but for now, the ball still lies in aventurine's court; fingers that play with soft hair on the back of his neck, mindlessly and carefully. everything he does is always practiced, measured, deliberate. )
They're both much the same, wouldn't you say? For example, ( and here, he brings a hand over to rufus' mouth, running a slow thumb over his lips, and his gaze sits on it. ) At a poker table, there will always be one person the table will single out as a threat. Whether because they're winning, or because they know how to play the game, or because they can't be read in the least...
( aventurine looms above, almost haunting, leaning in close enough that they could feel each other's breaths, but not nearly close enough that they could kiss. )
Which means, they control the game, do they not? Once all eyes are on that person, when each of their movements are meticulously studied, it gives them power. Is that not why we're playing our little game right now?
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I would say that's a neat way of dodging the question. And it makes me wonder which of us you think is being singled out as the threat here.
[Like recognizes like, of course, and Rufus himself is nothing if not a master at sidestepping questions he doesn't feel like answering. It would be far too easy to keep pressuring Aventurine with an increase in the vibrator's speed, at this point; so much so fast would come off looking like he was the one flustered by their topic of conversation. So he leaves it as-is and focuses instead on moderating his own arousal, because there's something undeniably pleasant about having a warm body perched over his lap and he can't help but be responsive to it.]
So I'll ask you again. Do you like being controlled, Aventurine?
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he can take his time, can let hands wander down to rufus' chest, his fingers careful over the buttons of his chest, curious when they wrap around his tie. the dress code certainly facilitates some things. )
Asking questions you already know the answer is quite like you.
( he's teasing, playing the long game, deflating not so much for the sake of deflating and keeping his true feelings hidden, but because it adds a particular flavor to their interaction. it makes it more fun, when aventurine pulls on that tie, firm but hardly rough, to bring rufus closer to him. there's a power dynamic at face-value here, like a struggle for control that is only a performance; aventurine is, after all, looking down at rufus, in spite of his position on his lap like a pet.
but maybe it's the wrestling itself that makes it worth it. )
Instead, let me ask you. How much do you enjoy controlling?
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[He leans back a little, opening himself up invitingly to the touch of Aventurine's questing fingers, before letting himself be tugged back again by the draw of his tie. It's more playful than anything else, the way one might expect a performer to tease at an adoring audience — and really, that's precisely what Aventurine is right now, save for perhaps the adoring part.
There are better words than "adoring", is the thing. Intrigued, enthralled. The vibrator's remote, he notes, has a special button for a controlled burst, and he thumbs down on it in a short pulse just to see what will happen.
As he does, his voice turns lilting, coaxing — a dangling offer, so easy to crave.]
Don't you want to let me do whatever I want with you?
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what rufus is asking is simply for aventurine to connect his collar with the leash on his hand; the one that with the press of a button steals a quiet gasp from aventurine, unexpected as the feeling had been. yet his smile only grows wider, as he's slowly becoming more familiar with the tactics in their game. )
I'm already on your lap, aren't I?
( pointed, and perhaps an excuse, as he shifts on rufus, trying both to find a more comfortable position to account for how hard he's slowly getting in his pants, and to shamefully chase after more of the pleasure he could have from the plug or, if nothing else, from rufus himself, too.
far from aventurine to be picky, after all. )
Is the leash you want to put on me just for show, or are you scared I will run?
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It's easier for Rufus to keep his own movements concealed, with the benefit of the couch blocking him and the fact that he's the one underneath rather than on top; it's subtle yet sinuous, the way he rolls his hips shallowly into Aventurine's in smooth, slow movements, as if to encourage that interest in the other man's slacks to continue growing.]
I'm not scared you'll run. You've got plenty of reasons to stay.
[Or one big reason, at least, though he's not quite so crass as to frame it like that.]
No, running isn't the sort of "getting off" I have in mind for you at all.
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fine, then, he thinks. if rufus wants him closer, then aventurine will scoot closer, grind himself on his lap to truly cut their distance short, so the both of them can feel the other better. a game has more than one player, after all. )
How honored I am that you have me in mind at all. ( said almost insincerely, though it's more meant to be a tease than otherwise.
not so much of a surprise, when aventurine presents himself the way he does; a hand sprawling over the back of rufus' neck, if only to keep his head steady, and he doesn't look away from the pretty little prize he has on his lap. )
I do have to wonder how often it is that you're interested in anyone. Am I that special, or just another pretty face you've found in here?
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But that's just what he's wanted, because this is a game — and Aventurine seems the adaptable type, more prone to react to sudden changes than stimulation he can adapt to over time. There's some old adage about a frog in a boiling pot, and what it takes to get them to jump free; there's another about a spider and a web and a fly, and somehow he'd wager that both are applicable to this situation.
Case in point: Rufus lowers his voice, adding one more layer of temptation for Aventurine to place himself close where he's perched atop him — and like a sleight of hand magician, with the thumb that no one's watching, shoves the vibrator's slider gauge to maximum before holding down the burst for good measure.]
Do you feel special?
[His arm tightens like a trap, firm so Aventurine has nowhere to squirm but forward, which will only add even more stimulation if he tries — pressed flush as they are by their previous adjustments.]
Go on, Aventurine. All eyes are on you. How does power feel now?
[He says, though he doesn't really expect the other man to be coherent at all, sudden as the attempt at overwhelming him comes.]
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he had considered the overwhelming, mind-blowing sudden pleasure that would come from the game they play, yet it did not prepare him for how it would actually feel. a gasp that threatens leave his mouth, before he bites down on his lips and finds refuge at the crook of rufus' neck so he may hide his face and muffle his mouth both.
it hits all the right spots, too much so aventurine can't help but squirm, grind on rufus' lap both to chase after more of that feeling and renounce it at the same time. for all of his experience, aventurine is still human like anyone else, still falls victim to pleasure and stimulation, finding that too much of this would easily bring him to climax.
he opens his mouth to answer, or makes an attempt at it, but a moan escapes his mouth this time, and he bites it shut again. with the way his fingers cling onto the fabric of rufus' clothes, desperate and firm as though that's the only support he has, maybe that could be an answer itself. )
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[There's something enticing about the way Aventurine curls against him, writhing in the trap of his arms like a prized pet. The vibrator has plenty of battery life to spare, but the element of surprise comes only once; if he turns it off and on again, the second pulse won't carry nearly the emphasis of the first, so he's got to make the most of this one while he's got it.
He's certainly not immune to the secondhand sensation, either — not when Aventurine's squirming is more erratic than controlled, not when the pressure and drag of the fabric over his own clothed cock is equal parts perfect yet not nearly enough. He cocks his head a little, almost obliging, to make more room for Aventurine to press against his neck. It's not an invitation to bite, but it's certainly an opportunity.]
Come like this for me. Just like this.
[It's soft enough to be encouragement, but imperative enough to be unmistakable for the command that it is.]