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“All or nothing.”
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“He’s late.”
“To my own summoning, how rude of him.”
Thirty minutes had passed since the duo entered The Family’s council chamber, only to be greeted by no one in sight. Aventurine thought for a moment that it could’ve been a trap, that they were due for yet another ambush in this place. Yet, the room remained utterly and entirely empty save for the lofty shelves full of books and the giant table sitting in the middle of the chamber.
Veritas insisted Aventurine keep his guard up just in case, but even he could see that boredom was beginning to gnaw at the doctor as they waited in faint silence. Faint because Aventurine couldn’t really keep his mouth shut for longer than five minutes and bothering Veritas was his favorite brand of self entertainment. The doctor’s responses did keep him amused no matter how blunt or brash they were, anything to maybe distract from what was supposed to be happening right now.
His biggest gamble...
But alas, Sunday hadn’t made his presence known and Aventurine was sitting on the table staring up at the ceiling as he was itching for another way to kill time. One did pop up almost instantly as his gaze fell on Veritas, sitting in one of the chairs and reading that book he’s always carrying around. He appeared rather elegant with his outfit and how focused he was on the text and would Aventurine scare him if he quietly snuck up on him?
Get him all startled and cursing him out? Cute.
“What do you want? I can feel you looking at me.”
“Nothing.”
“You want something , I can see it in your eyes.”
Veritas looked up from his book with his lips pulled into a thin line, not as annoyed as he could be on other days. Aventurine just shrugged and lightly tapped his fingers on the table, the idea was naturally enticing... but it could catch them both in a compromising position... not the best if they wish to trick Sunday.
But there’s no sign of him coming by anything soon... or the next half hour really. Yes, it would have to be a quickie and Aventurine is well acquainted with those when it comes to him . Lately anyway, given that they’re both on Penacony and in their spare time they sort of wind up tangled together in the throes of lewd passion... not a terrible time really.
Veritas must be able to read Aventurine’s pretty little mind as his expression goes from neutral to an adorable grimace that Aventurine resists laughing at.
“We’re not.”
“We’re not doing what? I didn’t say a thing, Professor. What’s on your naughty mind?” Aventurine pulls his legs up onto the table and crawls over to where Veritas still sat. The gambler rested his chin on the palms of his hands and kicked his feet in the air as Veritas simply glared at this smiling blond.
“You have that same lecherous look you give me before you jump me.”
“Wow, you pay that much attention to little ‘ol me?”
“It’s quite obvious by now, I’m not ignorant to your games.”
“And which one am I playing now, Ratio~?” Aventurine teased, “I still haven’t said a word as to what I was thinking.”
Veritas just gives him an eyeroll in response before his attention is back on his book, has he even managed to turn a single page since they were in here? Aventurine scoots closer to the edge and plants his hand on the interior of the book, much like a needy kitten.
“You haven’t answered me, I’ll leave you alone if you do.”
“I highly doubt that one.”
“Wanna bet on it?”
Veritas’s cute glare is back on him, “you were going to suggest something ridiculous to sate your lingering boredom.”
“That’s too broad, be specific.” Aventurine pulls the book out of Veritas’s grasps and the professor doesn’t make a go of retrieving it.
“You want me to fuck you, gambler.”
A slight shiver runs down his spine as the words leave Veritas’s lips, his glare has softened a smidge too, “I was actually going to suggest a card game, strip poker perhaps. Maybe you won’t lose all your clothing this time.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Veritas clicks his tongue as Aventurine just smirks back.
“Or, you want to get your cock inside of me ? Bit of projecting I sense... I don’t blame you since we’ve been stuck in here for however long and I’m just so delicious to stare at.”
Veritas looked as if he had a dozen things to say to that, but he just sighed and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, “Sunday may be caught up in something.”
“Might’ve had Family issues...”
“Could be mourning over his lost sister.”
“Grief is awful, so terrible , makes one forget everything else going on in life,” Aventurine sat up, threw his legs over the table and spread them, just for Veritas to see his gloved had go right to his crotch, “we should give him more time to process his loss.”
“I can’t believe you.” There’s a little smile playing on the professor’s lips as Aventurine undoes his pants and pulls out his soft, small cock.
“You’re the one who brought up the dead sister, is that a kink I should know about? Do we need to explore-”
“Please, let’s move on from her, I beg of you.”
“He begs of me,” Aventurine smirks a bit wider as his gloved hand strokes himself, fair enough, he’d rather focus on the handsome professor right here, “scoot closer, doc.”
Veritas chances a look at the tall doors before doing so, still no clear sign Sunday was going to drop by anytime soon, but they shouldn’t fool around too long. Veritas sat right between Aventurine’s legs, his eyes flickering between the cock in his hand and Aventurine’s erotic face.
“What else will you beg for?” Aventurine muses, it truly doesn’t take long for his little cock to harden as the man who captured all of his attention was here. His body already felt sensitive, his clothing too tight, his skin wanting to feel Veritas’s touch. Later he could dwell on this being the worst idea in this life because there was no way Veritas would bother with him once this was all said and done for.
Live in the present, not the future.
“A taste.”
“Of?” Aventurine cocks his head a bit as a bead of precum appears at the tip, already so excited for Veritas’s tongue on him. Inside of him.
“Your lips.”
“That’s weirdly romantic of you, why would you want that?”
Again, Veritas seems to internally wonder why he’s attracted to this little shit, but nonetheless as remains where he is, “kiss me, Aventurine.”
“Fine, whatever daddy wants.”
Aventurine leans forward and Veritas meets him halfway, curling a finger into the spade cut out of his chest. It’s soft, more gentle than past kisses that were conducted in the secretive dark. And Aventurine had been wanting it all day, it’s difficult not to when Veritas just... existed in his space with his handsome figure and stuffy attitude and all the knowledge of what Veritas does to him when they’re alone.
“That all you want, daddy?” Aventurine pulls back, attention back on his cock, “I know you had more filthy assumptions about the fantasies in my head.”
“Several, a novels worth really,” Veritas spread his legs somewhat too, the prominent bulge had Aventurine drooling, needy. Mouth, thighs, ass - that beast could go anywhere and Aventurine would be down. God is he horrifically down bad.
“Well, we don’t have all the time in the world, so...”
“Impatient.” Veritas run his fingers along the hard line in his trousers and Aventurine wants to cry from how damn cock hungry he already is, “turn around and bend over, I’ll hazard a guess that you want to be fucked on this table.”
“Or you want to soil this wonderful table with me, don’t you care about the history of these things?” Aventurine playfully chides as he follows orders. Veritas is right behind him, hooking his fingers into his waistband to yank down his pants and giving his backside a firm squeeze.
“Is it so difficult for you to admit that you want it, little gambler?” Veritas remarked before fishing out a bottle from his back pocket.
“I’m not the one denying a thing- oh , fuck,” Aventurine felt the coldness from the lubed finger circling his rim, “I just think you should be more honest with yourself about how freaky you are, embrace it.”
“Mmm...” One finger slips in with ease, they fucked a couple days ago and it’s not as if Aventurine cared about the slight burn when a single digit entered him, “I enjoy whatever makes you happy, Aventurine.”
Ah... don’t say stuff like that...
A second finger was quickly introduced, along with a large hand pressing on his lower back to keep him still as those fingers fucked into him. Long, skilled, belonging to a professor that occupied way too much of Aventurine’s brain space. People don’t do that, they don’t... they don’t care if Aventurine likes it or not... he’s sure they actively make sure he hates it at times.
But here’s Veritas, firm with the hand on his back, yet consistent in hitting Aventurine’s prostate dead on to make his moan echo through the council chamber. He was always a loud son of a bitch when he fucked, but he didn’t have to fake with Veritas, the man just knew how to take him apart with his fingers alone... not fair.
“Good boy.”
A third finger, Veritas’s breath right on his ear, his own cock was screaming for any friction, but he was sure he’d come like this. He’s done it before when Veritas refused to touch him and edged him so cruelly on his fingers, he nothing but a rude man.
“Can I-... I want to come, daddy, I’m so close.”
“Now you ask for permission when you didn’t even ask if you could touch your own cock?” The tone of his voice makes Aventurine want to fuck back on his hand, “this? It belongs to me.”
A broken moan was pulled from Aventurine as long fingers curled around his length, “you think you can do whatever you please and get away with it.”
“Please, please, I’m sorry daddy, I’m all yours.”
“Only apologizing because you’re at the brink, so close to full bodied pleasure, my sweet gemstone.” It’s fucking torture , the fingers inside of him slowed and Veritas is lightly jerking his small cock, smearing the precome down his shaft.
“I won’t do it again.”
“Do what, exactly?” A harsh fuck of his fingers has Aventurine crying out in the chamber, “be specific.”
Using his own words against him...
“Touching myself, only daddy can, right? I can only come from daddy’s hands and fat cock...”
“Correct, ten points.”
Before Aventurine can even consider a response, those fingers are back assaulting his prostate and the professor milks his cock of everything he’s got. Some of his release drips on the table, a small bit reaches the floor. It takes Aventurine a moment to come back to reality after the force of that orgasm washes over him... damn , since when could Veritas do all that?
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, you don’t have to ask-”
Aventurine is flipped right onto his back, his pants and shoes pulled off along with the rest of his clothing stripped off of him as Veritas cannot resist kissing him madly. And well, the gambler melted right into them, there was something about how Veritas kissed with a purpose... a meaning... he shouldn’t think about it.
“It’s not fair if I’m the only naked one, Veritas.”
“If anything, one of us needs to keep our clothing on just in case he waltzes in.” Veritas says as if he’s not pulling Aventurine’s ass to the edge of the table and lining up his cock, “you can hide and I’ll keep him busy at the door.”
“Your horny logic is unbelievably sexy, daddy,” Aventurine giggled as he rested back on his elbows and watched -and felt- Veritas pushed into his hole. Every time, every single fucking time it was good . Aventurine wanted it to last a lifetime, he needed this view permanently... and that was scary.
“Enjoying yourself?” A hint of cockiness on his smirk as he drove into Aventurine and he knew damn well what his dick did to the blond.
“Daddy’s cock is huge~” Aventurine tilted his head back as pleasure rocked through him with each hard thrust, “feels fucking incredible.”
That must’ve given Veritas the invitation to leave kisses on his neck, his lips trailing along the slave brand as he grinded deep in the gambler. It was almost too good, like something should fuck it up, right? That Veritas would remember Aventurine isn’t human... he’s just a slave to be used and tossed away for the next boy to entertain him.
Fuck.
“Daddy...” Aventurine whined as he reached for Veritas’s hand, “here.”
“Hm?” It took a few seconds for Veritas to make the connection as Aventurine brought his hand up to his throat, “you want me to choke you...?”
“Yes~”
For once Veritas didn’t hesitate, maybe it was the sex addled brain at the moment, but Aventurine’s back hit the table and that big hand felt so nice around his throat. Brings back somber memories, but with Veritas... with that cock pounding into him Aventurine couldn’t help, but be lost in it.
“Beautiful for daddy.” Veritas mused as Aventurine could feel his airflow slowly getting cut off, however he... he trusted Veritas. There was a feral look in his eyes as his fingers tightened a little more, as the wet sounds of skin on skin filled the wide chamber, but fear? Absent for Aventurine.
“Come on daddy’s cock, just like this little gemstone.”
Aventurine was lightheaded from the lack of air and the surge of affection that poured through him, his daddy, gotta be good for daddy. Aventurine only saw white as his back arched from the table and his cock pulsed with come all over his stomach and chest. Soft lips immediately kissed his cheeks and jawline, praising him for being a good boy and that daddy was going to come inside him, going to use his tight hole.
What could Aventurine do other than take it?
He felt so small under Veritas towering over him, but he knew the professor wouldn’t hurt him. Wouldn’t purposefully put him in danger. Wouldn’t leave him to deal with the ugly aftermath of... things. His name fell off of Veritas’s lips as he finally came and slumped on top of him.
“Aventurine... I...”
Footsteps from outside.
“Shit, get off of me!”