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Aventurine smirked, watching as Sunday removed his earrings. Golden eyes refused to meet his.
Sunday knew he wasn't cheating either, so that made the entire situation feel even worse. He was already doing everything in his power to keep his boxer briefs on. The back of his thighs touching the cold, hard surface of the wooden chair he was sitting on was only a reminder of what he got himself into.
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Aventurine thought it was a great idea! A small humiliation tactic that he was willing to pull on Sunday. Ever since Sunday joined the IPC, he had this weird rivalry with him. Sure, Sunday was a subordinate, and much wasn't completely expected of him from all of his superiors; however, he did go “above and beyond,” making Aventurine look bad because Aventurine would somewhat… bully him. The “bullying” was a small form of revenge for the Harmony execution. Which Sunday thought he deserved it at first, but sometimes it just really pissed him off, hence the making-him-look-bad part.
So Aventurine determined this would be the final straw between them because he deserved workplace respect based on his rank. Though neither of them really meant to hurt the other, they just really needed to get it out of their systems, whatever that was. Aventurine’s “bullying” consisted of drinking all of Sunday’s tea, replacing it with something similar, but off enough that it pissed off Sunday (or straight up moving things in his cubicle or… submerge his stapler in flavored gelatin). While Sunday would do Aventurine’s expense reports and submit them without asking, because Aventurine didn’t turn them in fast enough. That meant that Aventurine would have to retract the report and fix it, wasting precious time.
Everything between them was small and petty enough that it didn’t really feel like revenge on either end, they just wanted each other’s attention.
“You’ll be coming to my place tonight.” Aventurine was peering over Sunday’s cubicle wall, hands in his vest pockets. He didn’t have his suit jacket on, showing the entire office his waist. How annoying.
Sunday’s nosey coworkers always fell eerily silent when Aventurine came to bother him at his cubicle; they always jabbed at Sunday after, asking what was going on between them. He always grumbled off-handed comments about idle chatter leading only to poverty. He hated small talk and gossip. His… blunt statement made it much worse.
“Do I have a choice?” Sunday didn’t even look him in the eye, sipping on yet another cup of caffeinated tea with at least five sugar packets. He wasn’t deserving of Sunday’s full attention. Aventurine was absolutely shocked by his sugar consumption; the number of sugar packets in his cubicle’s trash can was absurd. He needed to gift Sunday some kind of sugar-free sweetener before his health reflected his poor dietary choices as of late. Late-night office work was not doing Sunday any favors based on those eye bags.
“Not really, no. Consider it a mandatory after-work team bonding exercise.” Anything to get Sunday to leave the office building after work. Sunday wasn’t working in his dreams anymore, his body was going to give up soon if he didn’t take a proper break.
Sunday groaned. He did have a choice, but his pride was on the line, not that it really mattered anymore. He didn’t have any dignity left and he was tired, so he had been somewhat blunt to people lately.
“I have overtime to do, and just the two of us does not make it count as an after-work team activity.” He came up with his classic excuse to get out of functions, but he knew Aventurine was going to tell him otherwise.
“You can make time, manage your time better.” Aventurine only realized after that it sounded a bit harsh considering the amount of overtime Sunday was doing each night.
Sunday took off his blue-light filtering glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose; he looked exhausted. Aventurine almost felt bad, but Sunday turned in five expense reports under his name this week. He did NOT use the company credit card that many times. He was bound to get into a meeting with both HR and accounting this week.
“You, of all people, don’t have the right to tell me to manage my time better. By the time I leave, you’re packing up to head home or drink with Lady Jade and Miss Topaz.”
So Sunday was keeping tabs on him. Did he want to join them too? Or was it just him?
“If you wanted to eat dinner or drink with us, we would’ve gladly invited you.”
Sunday’s surrounding coworkers quietly gasped around them behind cubicle walls. No one was ever invited to drink with them, their rank was too low to even consider mingling with them.
Yet here Sunday was, having Aventurine “invite” him to his home.
Sunday set his empty cup down. “Fine, I’ll go with you, but in exchange, stop changing my tea out.”
“Alright, alright, I hear ya.”
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When Aventurine decided to bring Sunday to his condo, he didn’t have any idea of what to do with him aside from eating dinner with him beforehand. Did that count as a date? He just wanted to get rid of this stubborn tension between them, and have Sunday let go of his job a little. It was as if he had nothing to live for but to be decent at his job, or he’d have something worse come at him. Aventurine felt similarly when he was first hired, being trained to do even the most basic of tasks became an all-day affair, or else he wouldn’t have been worth the investment.
But Sunday was different. He wasn’t the type to move on easily unless someone shook things up for him.
He would be that person.
The way Sunday anxiously sat at his dining room table gave him some kind of ick. He didn’t really seem to be in the mood for banter and empty threats. So, he would force them out.
Aventurine placed a deck of cards between them.
“Let’s play a game, why don’t we?”
“Against you, what sort of chance do I have?”
“It doesn’t hurt to at least try. At least something to pass the time. Let’s up the stakes without using cash or anything of monetary value. Something for fun.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to go to a casino? With the amount of funds that you have, it probably loses its novelty.” That bird certainly had a sharp tongue nowadays.
“The kind of game I want to play can’t be played at a casino, Sunday.”
The man stared at him for a minute before realizing what he was getting at. It was time, and he knew it. He gulped, watching Aventurine take out a little robot from his bookshelf and onto the table.
“Dr. Ratio built me this robot thing. He said something about people not trusting me to deal cards, so he made a robot to do it for me.”
“I see.” Sunday looked at it, impressed by its lack of size.
Aventurine shoved the entire deck of cards into the robot, letting it spit out cards for both of them and a set of shared cards between them.
“Instead of chips or money, how about clothes? Whoever has the least amount of clothing by the end of these next couple of rounds loses.”
Sunday didn’t look him in the eye, gazing down at his lap into his hands. After a few moments, he nodded. “Alright.”
“I’ll make this easier for you.” Aventurine started taking off the outer layers of his clothing.
Sunday heard the shuffling of clothes, his eyes were finally on him. The lights of his condo only made them shine.
Aventurine chuckled, giving him a bit of a show. His back faced Sunday, letting his suit jacket fall to the ground from his shoulders. He turned around to sensually remove his tie, letting it drop onto the floor. He removed all of his rings, gently leaving them on the table. He added his sapphire bracelet and gold watch next to them.
He sat down with only three articles of clothing on: his dress shirt, slacks, and underwear.
Sunday was still wearing everything from work, badge included. “I suppose this is more fair.”
“Right? Now, let’s begin.”
Aventurine laughed, letting the robot dealer make the calls.
First round. Sunday lost his shoes.
Second round. Sunday lost his socks.
Third round. Sunday lost his sweater.
Fourth round. Sunday lost his badge.
Fifth round. Sunday lost his turtleneck.
Sixth round. Sunday lost his pants.
Seventh round. Sunday lost his earrings. He didn’t really plan to ever take those off.
He wasn’t sure if his heart could handle another round the way that Aventurine looked at him like a steak.
He tried his best to cover himself with his wings, but they could only do so much. Pale skin showed through his dark waist wings; if Aventurine turned his chair a bit more, he’d see the fat of his thighs peeking through from under his boxer briefs. How stupidly erotic.
“C’mon, what’s the point of strip poker if you find a way to cover yourself anyway?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My wings are my body. You are, in fact, seeing them. Unless your risky gambling has finally lost you precious brain cells, you are seeing my body.”
Aventurine stifled a chuckle. When did he get so funny?
“You have one round left to maintain your dignity, Sunday.”
“This is clearly very… biased towards you.”
Aventurine enjoyed watching Sunday strip. He wasn’t even trying to be sexy about it, he nearly folded every clothing item and put it on the chair next to his. But Aventurine had a boner anyway. It would’ve been nice to take his pants off.
So he had the great idea to lose the next round.
Aventurine chuckled, watching Sunday squirm in the cold chair; the man’s discomfort only excited him. Sunday was terrible at bluffing when stressed.
Once the bot shuffled and spit out the cards again, Aventurine immediately folded. Since he was the only player aside from Sunday himself, Sunday won.
“H-Hey! You can’t just do that. That isn’t fair to the integrity of the ga-” Sunday was going to finish his sentence, but his eyes grew wide as he watched Aventurine stand up and undo his pants.
Aventurine purposely turned away, bending over to fully take his slacks off. He teased Sunday, using his dress shirt to cover himself as he turned back around to sit down.
“It’s rude not to finish your sentence, Sunday.”
The man covered his eyes with his ear wings, unsure of what to do. “Y-You can’t just do that!”
Aventurine stuck his tongue out at him. “Just did.”
“Now then,” Aventurine said, “I’m growing a bit impatient. Let’s make this round the final. Let’s put something else on the line.”
Sunday huffed, peering through his wings. “Is it even much of a game if you choose what happens?”
“Besides the point.” Aventurine set the bot up again, making it look as if he was actually trying to make it equal in their favor. “Are you in?”
Sunday bit his bottom lip, unsure. After a few moments, he agreed. “Sure.”
“Okay, loser has to do whatever task the winner gives him.”
The Halovian sighed. “Fine, it’s not as if I don’t already do your busy work for you at this point.”
“Good sportsmanship.”
The bot spat their cards out again.
After going back and forth a few times, Sunday lost this round, and it felt like his heart was going to sink.
“Is there something on your mind?” Aventurine noticed Sunday’s ear wings begin to droop.
“What does the almighty king of gambling want so badly from me? Do you want me to sing your praises? Kiss your feet?”
“No, it’s something much simpler.” Aventurine smirked at him. “Suck my dick.”
Sunday’s cheeks flushed. “You have to be joking, surely.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you’d be lying if you’d say that you didn’t want to.”
Sunday took a deep breath, getting up from his chair. He shimmed off his underwear, leaving it on top of his folded clothing. He did not plan on giving Aventurine a show, the man was already visibly hard. It appeared that everything he did was a show to him.
Aventurine scooted his chair back, giving Sunday room. He lowered his underwear a tad, spreading his legs.
Sunday held back his pride as he got onto his knees. He looked up at Aventurine with eyes filled with something that couldn’t be expressed in words. It was a mixture of anger, repulsion, disrespect, but also a look of lust, wanting, and masochism.
Aventurine held his cock with his left hand, giving it a few strokes. “Like what you see?”
“Shut up.” Sunday pouted, swatting Aventurine’s hand away. He held it with one of his own hands, precum was starting to leak onto it. The other was placed on Aventurine’s thigh like a support.
Sunday tentatively leaned his face in, he wasn’t sure if he could do this.
His partner decided to be an ass and push his cock up towards his lips. “What are you waiting for?”
Sunday could feel how hot it was, his lips were wet. He licked them, disliking the taste, but kept going. His mouth enveloped Aventurine’s member, warily licking down the side of it. Aventurine just seemed to get harder, his cock almost pulsating.
Aventurine grunted, holding back a moan. Watching Sunday, the ex-head of the Oak Family, get down on his knees, naked, sucking his dick was something he’d ever thought he’d see. He relished the sight, Sunday’s eyes grew glassy with tears from trying to fit the entire member into his mouth.
Sunday was horrendous at it; his lack of experience only made the entire experience more exciting. He wasn’t sure what Sunday was going to do. The man seemed to just lap up at his dick like a popsicle, just making it leak.
That was when Sunday tried to bob his head, the sound of his wet mouth against his cock, made Aventurine shudder, his hands flew to Sunday’s head, grabbing at his hair.
It only made Sunday’s whine when his hair was tugged, the vibrations from his mouth only brought Aventurine towards the edge.
After a few moments of Sunday struggling pathetically to suck his dick, Aventurine started panting, trying not to cum in his mouth. He let go of Sunday’s hair, trying to slip out of his mouth.
He ended up painting Sunday’s face, causing Sunday to cry out. It was all over his face, from his forehead down to his cheeks and nose, dripping off of his chin.
Aventurine stared. Oh gosh, he wanted to take as many pictures of this as he could. But he had tortured Sunday for long enough. He reached over and grabbed a napkin from the table.
“Close your eyes.” Sunday did as told, Aventurine cleaned his spunk off of him. “Sorry about that, I didn’t want to…”
Sunday paused for a few seconds. “Are you saying… I was so up to par that you… ejaculated early?”
It was his turn to tease him.
“No, you need some work.” The terminology Sunday used was so close to making him laugh at this point.
“You know, this didn’t last as long as I thought it would.”
“Well, you kept to the bet.”
“I don’t feel like we earned that time back from all those rounds.” Sunday closed his eyes, gaining the courage to ask: “Surely, we have more time to burn through, don’t we?”
Aventurine bent over, hand coming to Sunday’s chin, lifting his face. Sunday looked up at him, a nauseating, sly smile on his face. “Guess we’ll have to find out and see.”
They were definitely going to burn the midnight oil until the rooster crows.