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It really was such a violation. 

Veritas Ratio seethed as he thought about it; had Aventurine not suffered enough under the hands of the perverse and sickened? If sleazy clients truly demanded to be paid in the body of a Stoneheart, then surely the least they could do was hold that experience in some kind of regard. No, no, that was clearly too much to ask, as such cretins could never be asked to show respect to any living creature.

The video was scrubbed off of the surface web mere moments after it surfaced - putting the IPC's monopoly on the modern internet to good use, for once - but that didn't stop many people from seeing it.

That didn't stop Veritas Ratio from seeing it.

And therein lies the problem. One would think that his disgust for the situation would be enough to consume his emotions about the entire situation but no, of course not, he could never be so lucky. When the video popped up in his social media feed, posted by one of dozens of bot accounts spamming IPC-affiliated channels, he should have had the decency to click away or close the tab, but he couldn't.

The sight of it was utterly hypnotizing. Aventurine, nude aside from a golden choker, was moaning around a cock in his mouth while another man fucked into him. Veritas' traitorous computer speaker ensured that he heard every wet slap, every choked whimper, every lewd sound - 

Abruptly, the angle cut to an above-shot with the gambler's legs spread wide. Damn it all, science had always been lacking in information on Sigonian biology, but Veritas did not expect or intend to answer his shameful lingering questions in such a manner. In between Aventurine's legs was a long slit, with a vibrant pink cock emerging from within, while the rest of the opening gaped with oozing cum. He lazily stroked himself as another man slotted between his knees and began to fuck him, while another took up position at his mouth. A third man waited off to the side, keeping himself hard with slow movements as he waited for his turn.

It was despicable. It was horrible. It was disgusting. It was - 

Gods. It was the most erotic thing Veritas had ever seen.

Jealousy and arousal burned within him every time his mind once again plagued him with the images in his memory. The men in that video were vile, and all Veritas could think of was how he wanted to take their places. How he wanted to take control of Aventurine's body, fucking his mouth, cumming inside of him, drawing those sweet sounds from his lips... Oh, what a disgusting man he was, for finding a video of his trusted companion being violated to be so arousing.

He had tried to hold strong and not allow himself any self-pleasure from the thought of it, but that was a losing battle from the start. How could he be expected to get any work done when all he could think about was the way Aventurine's pretty mouth would look wrapped around his cock? He had felt so ill when he finally caved and touched himself to the memory of it, like he had been somehow complicit in the wretched harassment that had brought that video into the public eye.

How was he supposed to look Aventurine in the eye after this?

... How was he supposed to cope when Aventurine himself brought it up?

"Man, social media will not shut up about that video of me," Aventurine muttered from where he had invited himself onto Veritas' couch. The gambler had quite the habit of making himself at home in his office at the university these days. "You would think with how much porn exists on the internet, people would have more things to watch than just that."

Veritas nearly choked, wishing he had his plaster bust to hide the way his face stained with color. "That," he said stiffly, "is perhaps a bit of an understatement. Are you not upset to have had your privacy violated like that?"

Aventurine laughed airily. "Hah, not really. Do you know how much deepfake porn already exists of me?" He waved a hand dismissively. "At least I looked good in that video. Some of these idiots wouldn't know a flattering angle if it bit them in the ass."

A splotch of ink formed on Veritas' paperwork as he pressed his pen too hard into the page. "I fear you may not be taking this seriously enough."

"You might be taking it too seriously." Aventurine smiled. "C'mon, doc, no need to try and defend my honor or anything. The universe already knows I'm a whore."

'You aren't a whore,' Veritas almost says, 'you should not take the blame for being the most alluring creature in the universe.'

"It's not about that," he said instead, adjusting his glasses uncomfortably, "I simply worry about... letting those uncultured cretins take advantage of you."

Aventurine barked out a much sharper laugh. "Oh, doctor, trust me - they aren't..." He trailed off, finally looking over to see the way color had blossomed across Veritas' face despite how determined he was to bury his nose in his work. "... hey, doc, did you see the video?"

Veritas swallowed hard, still not looking up. "I - I fail to see how that is relevant."

It was too late. Aventurine's sense for trouble was sharper than a shark's taste for blood, and Veritas' turmoil was practically written all over his face in red. "Hold on," he said, his tone light and teasing as he stood from his seat, placing a hand on his cocked hip, "you did, didn't you?"

"It was, unfortunately, plastered all over my feed," Veritas muttered in reply, pretending to even out his papers to have an excuse to lift them and obscure his face. "Rest assured that I certainly did not seek it out, nor did I -"

"Aw, doctor," Aventurine purred, something in his tone coming off as in-between affectionate and mocking, "you don't need to defend yourself from me. I know you wouldn't dream of doing anything untoward."

'If only he knew. If only Aventurine knew just how bad it was, how badly I ached for release when plagued with thoughts of him.'

"Tell me," he pinched the top of the papers between two delicate, gloved fingers, pushing the barrier down and fixing Veritas with a half-lidded look, "did it make you jealous?"

Veritas nearly choked. "I - I beg your pardon - ?!"

Aventurine leaned closer. The smell of his cologne caught in the back of Veritas' throat. "I asked if you were jealous. Of the guys in the video, of course, though I suppose I wouldn't judge if you were jealous of me."

"I - I -" He stammered helplessly. "Certainly not. I harbor no judgement towards you for your choices, but laying in a stranger's bed covered in - in various fluids does not appeal to me in the slightest."

A deadly smirk played on Aventurine's lips. "No comment on feeling jealous of the guys I let fuck me, then?"

Veritas' mouth snapped shut with a 'click'.

"Was there something specific you wanted to try?" Aventurine continued mercilessly, not even waiting for him to find the words to respond. "My mouth? My ass? Or - well, those fellows called it my 'pussy', so we'll go with that." He held out a finger, gently tilting Veritas' chin up. "Come on, don't leave me curious."

Oh, Aeons.

"I — It would be inappropriate for me to —" Veritas attempted to look away, but Aventurine grabbed his jaw and pulled him back, ensuring he had nowhere to look besides the gambler's crystalline eyes.

"No need to get all shy," he purred. "I'm the one who's asking. Would it really be inappropriate if you're just answering a question I asked?"

Veritas struggled to straighten himself against his desk, grateful for the way it covered his bottom half and hid away the strain in his pants. "P-Perhaps," he stammered, "I am simply referring to conduct that is inappropriate for the workplace, Gambler."

Aventurine frowned and released his grasp, stepping back only slightly. "Well, in that case, all you have to do is say the word and I'll head back to my office, and I'll just forget this ever happened. Sound fair?"

It was quite fair, and Veritas screamed at himself mentally to take the offer. He certainly wouldn't hold it against Aventurine if this incident just became an embarrassing incident of miscommunication. So, the gambler came on to him at work, that's fine! They could put this behind them and return to normalcy, surely.

Yet Veritas couldn't muster the strength to say anything. All he could do was mutely watch as Aventurine's expression morphed into a smug, almost carnivorous smile.

"That's what I thought." He strode around Veritas' desk, each movement graceful and smooth like the steps to a dance. He placed his arms around Veritas' shoulder, leaning over until he could speak directly into his ear. "So, won't you answer my question, doctor?"

Veritas couldn't help but picture the image of a trap snapping shut around him.

"… all of it," he mumbled, barely audible.

"Oh?" Aventurine cooed. "You'll have to speak up."

He swallowed hard. "… All of it. Everything those — those undeserving wretches did, I — I wish it were me."

Veritas felt Aventurine's grip shift and his breathing hitch slightly. "Really?" He idly traced a finger along his collarbone. "That's more than I expected from you. Sometimes I wondered if just holding hands would be enough to make you pass out."

"You —" Veritas hissed through his teeth. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I've read the things your silly little fanclub says about you." Aventurine's tone was oozing with mockery. "They praise your dedication to your studies, lamenting how hard it must have been to not date anyone throughout your education and career…"

"And you believe every tabloid rumor about me?" Veritas tensed in a vain attempt to feel like he had some kind of defense.

"Of course not," Aventurine murmured, warm against the shell of his ear. "I'd sooner believe it from the man himself. So… what is it, doctor? Are you really a blushing virgin like the rumors say?"

Veritas nearly choked, shame landing hot across his face and neck. This was not a fact about himself he took any pride in, regardless of how he knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

It was just as the rumors said. He was too busy burying himself in his studies to pursue relationships, too desperate to appease Nous to accept any advances from his peers, and that had completely kneecapped him socially. Even now that he had moved on and accepted he wasn't a candidate for the Genius Society, he had no idea how to engage in intimate relationships.

It wasn't as if he lacked the desire. It had been subtle, ignorable for years, an itch that only presented itself in the rare circumstance that one of his peers had managed to impress him. However, ever since he had been pinned under the gaze of a madman with a gun pressed into his hands, everything had changed.

Now he wanted. He wanted everything he was unable to claim for himself. Veritas' affliction hadn't begun with a lewd video plastered in front of his eyes; no, he had been doomed from the start, ever since Aventurine had smiled and looked at him through those eerie yet breathtaking eyes and declared himself the final victor.

"I…" His voice was a pathetic rasp. Would Aventurine mock him for this? He had borne witness many times to the gambler's cruel streak, yet that had never been directed at him. Perhaps a part of him hoped it would be.

"You're so cute," Aventurine whispered. "Fine, I'll be nice — you don't have to say it. Instead, just give me a yes or no: do you want me to be your first?"

Veritas felt dizzy, and it wasn't just from the blood rushing away from his brain. This situation was absurd, and if he wasn't living it, wasn't feeling every sensation with his own body, he wouldn't believe for a moment that it was real and not the contrived plot of a cheap porno.

"Only—" Veritas swallowed, pleading with himself not to choke, "only if you… do not mind."

The words are utterly pathetic, but Aventurine's sweet laugh in response makes the humiliation worthwhile. "Adorable." He pulled away, only to swing himself around and straddle Veritas' lap. "You really think I'd come onto you this strongly if I — Oh." Aventurine's smug expression faltered for a moment as he looked down at the space where their hips met.

Veritas turned his head away, unable to bear the embarrassment. He could feel Aventurine's groin press harder against his trapped erection, and that told him all he needed to know.

"I haven't even touched you yet," Aventurine purred, shifting to press harder. "Do you just get off to being embarrassed?"

That certainly was not something Veritas had ever known about himself. Shame had been something that weighed him down throughout his career, something that had been his enemy since he was young, but perhaps… Perhaps here, under the scrutiny of Aventurine's haunting eyes, everything changed.

Mercifully, Aventurine chose not to make him admit it. "Here, let's make this into a little game." His hand slid down to Veritas' throat, gently stroking his pulse point with a thumb. "If you can last… let's say three minutes without cumming, I'll let you fuck me here, right on your desk."

"And — And if I cannot?"

"Then I'll make you watch as I get myself off, then… well," Aventurine shrugged, "we're both busy men, aren't we? Who knows the next time our schedules will align enough for you to try again."

Logically, it would hardly take long. Regardless of how busy they were, they always made time to pester one another. Aventurine's current presence was proof of that. But Veritas was not thinking logically in the slightest, and he could feel the deliciously painful way dread and arousal mixed inside of him.

It was only after Veritas had mutely nodded that he realized he hadn't even asked what Aventurine intended to do in order to challenge his stamina. He sucked in a breath as Aventurine slid backwards off of his lap, crouching under his desk and positioning himself between Veritas' knees.

For a brief moment, Veritas' brain started working again. "Wait — I'm at work!" The protest was halfhearted and insincere, and judging by the look Aventurine gave him, it was obvious.

"Then you'll have to be quiet."

Veritas' protests were cut off with a sharp inhale, his heart leaping into his throat as Aventurine pulled down his zipper. Only the slightest bit of tugging was necessary to allow his erection to bulge outward, now only loosely contained by the soft fabric of his underwear.

He hadn't known what to expect, woefully unprepared to the way Aventurine leaned in and nosed against the imprint of his cock, breathing hot against it as his lips brushed through the cloth. The contact was feather-light, yet starved for release as he was, he struggled not to squirm in his seat.

"Three minutes," Aventurine reminded him softly.

Veritas swallowed. "I-I will be fine."

"Whatever you say." Aventurine's eyes sparkled with mischief.

Inexperienced as Veritas was, he wasn't utterly ignorant to matters of the flesh. He knew the science of it all and, under normal circumstances, was hardly prudish about exploring his own body. He knew what felt good and what didn't, albeit in broad strokes, and how to (hypothetically) hold himself back from climaxing.

But nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Aventurine's touch directly on his skin.

With his deft, gloved fingers, he pulled Veritas' cock free and held it at the base. "Doctor… what an impressive sight you've been hiding from the world," he teased. "Who would've known it wasn't just your brain that was sizeable?"

Veritas' mouth went dry, and he found himself gripping the armrests of his seat for dear life already. "Quit your babbling," he muttered, struggling to save face.

"Mhm, alright, I guess there is something better I could be using my mouth for," he murmured, leaning in to —

Oh, Aeons.

Aventurine licked a long stripe onto his cock, from the base to the tip. A strangled sound sputtered out of Veritas' throat.

"You're good at keeping track of time, right, doctor?" Aventurine pressed his lips against the head of his cock as he spoke, letting his breath and the vibrations of his voice fan across the swollen, sensitive skin. "How long has it been?"

Under normal circumstances, a mere glance at the clock would have had an accurate answer, but Veritas' brain was stuttering and skipping like a scratched record. "It's," he swallowed, slowly putting together the math in his brain, "it's been… forty-two seconds."

Aventurine's fingers around his base squeezed a little tighter. "And yet, here we are." He drew his tongue slowly across the underside of Veritas' cock-tip, flicking up to catch a pearl of precum that bubbled from the slit. "You're already falling to pieces."

"I am fine," he insisted, his nails digging into the black upholstery of his seat.

"Whatever you say, doctor." Aventurine smirked, before deciding to continue his performance by taking the entire tip of Veritas' cock into his mouth. Slowly, achingly, he swallowed it inch by inch, dragging his tongue down the underside and hollowing his cheeks to ensure that warmth and wetness was felt from every possible angle, and—

Veritas gasped through his teeth, tilting his head back and screwing his eyes shut tight. Desperately, he tried to occupy his mind with something other than Aventurine's mouth on his cock. He checked the time again, forcing himself to count every tick of the second-hand.

Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight.

Aventurine's pace increased. He moved his tongue from side to side as he bobbed his head up and down. Veritas could feel in excruciating detail how every time he swallowed him down to the base, the head of his cock would press against the soft flesh in the back of Aventurine's throat. He would hum a little in those moments, letting the vibrations tickle the sensitive tip before pulling back once more.

Veritas could barely breathe.

Sixty-two. Sixty-three. Sixty-four. Sixty-five—

He couldn't hold on. At barely over a minute into their challenge, Veritas felt the muscles in his abdomen twitch and spasm, and no matter how desperately he tried to hold himself back, it was all for nothing. A low groan rumbled out of his chest as he felt himself spill down Aventurine's throat, with every drop of warm spend being lapped up with lazy, languid licks.

Aventurine pulled his head up off of Veritas' length with a 'pop', wiping a trail of cum-filled saliva off of his lips. "Ah, better luck next time," he murmured, having the audacity to sound almost disappointed.

Red-hot shame washed over Veritas, so heavy it knocked the wind out of his chest. In his minute experience, he found that achieving orgasm cleared one's thoughts, but in the wake of cumming, he found his mind only growing more desperate and debauched by the moment. Now that Aventurine had humiliated him, securing all of the power in the situation, the things Veritas wanted him to do to him were utterly foul.

"A deal's a deal," Aventurine teased. "Don't be too down, doc, at least you'll get an up-close look. Surely it'll be better than some cheap internet porno, right?" His smile was devillish as he undid his belt, tossing it aside carelessly as he picked himself up and sat down on Veritas' desk with a carefree air. "Maybe you can take some notes, in case we ever have some free time."

This was what Veritas had foolishly agreed to, meaning he could do nothing but watch as Aventurine stripped himself from the waist down, discarding his pants and underwear to leave him completely bare aside from his gaudy, patterned socks — Aeons, how was Veritas so naive to have never realized they were thigh-high?

He sprawled comfortably on Veritas' desk, uncaring as he knocked over a cup of pens and shoved a heavy book aside. One of his legs ended up in Veritas' lap, the arch of his foot so conveniently pressed lightly against his limp cock.

Up close, Veritas could finally see Aventurine's anatomy for himself. When soft, it seemed that his cock sheathed itself into a position not unlike a large clitoris, with it unfurling to reveal the glistening hole beneath as Aventurine's deft touch stirred it to life. He sighed contentedly as he stroked himself, a sweet and musky scent filling the air as his arousal heightened. Captured as he was by the sight, Veritas did not miss the way his hole tightened and puckered, yearning to be filled.

He had never understood the appeal of performing oral sex before. He had always found the idea to be dreadfully unsanitary and repulsive. However, staring at the body before him, Veritas felt almost possessed by the desire to put every inch of it into his mouth.

"Please," his lips moved on their own, forming around a desperate plea. "Let me — Let me—"

"Oh?" Aventurine cocked his head at him. "You'll have to speak a little clearer than that."

"I—" He swallowed, his words failing him. "I can — Please, let me do something. I-I beg of you."

The brazen nature of his plea seemed to almost catch Aventurine off-guard for a moment before he quickly caught himself. "Oh? That's pretty shameless of you, doc. Where's that big ego of yours now?"

"Gambler," he breathed, his voice weak with desire. "Please."

Aventurine hummed, before shifting forward slightly and grabbing the side of Veritas' head. The moment his fingers tangled into Veritas' hair, he could feel parts of his brain fade into static. It was as if the volume on all of his thoughts was turned down to a whisper.

"Hm, well, if you're asking so nicely, perhaps I can put your smart mouth to use as well." He pulled Veritas' head closer, until his wet cock pressed against his face, smearing arousal across his skin. "Suck," he commanded, his voice lower than usual.

Veritas' reaction was immediate. The part of his mind that was capable of questioning his own actions had been silenced. Aventurine could've asked him to do anything and he would have obeyed without question.

Aventurine's cock was just as musky and sweet as it smelled, and though it was not particularly large, the weight of it was satisfying against his tongue. Like a man starved, he began to lave and suck on the swollen flesh, feeling more and more like he was in a trance with each movement of his mouth and head.

Aventurine hissed out a swear in Sigonian, his grip on the side of Veritas' head tightening. "You—" His breathing hitched, "—you really do have, ah, have quite the mouth on you, hm?"

All Veritas gathered from that was that Aventurine was speaking to him, and that was all he needed.

"What would your students think if they saw you like this?" Aventurine pulled gently on his hair, silently encouraging him to go further, deeper. "Or your colleagues? I wish they knew that the brilliant, flawless Dr. Veritas Ratio was such a natural at sucking cock that it was — mm, — it was probably what he was meant for."

Veritas failed to choke back a shameless, lascivious moan that broke free from the back of his throat. Aventurine's hips twitched forward into the heat of his mouth.

"Hah… you're so far gone." Aventurine loosened his grip, more simply stroking Veritas' hair than pulling on it. "Never — ah, — never thought you'd be the submissive type. You're so cute like this, so pliant and —"

There was knocking at the door. "Doctor Ratio?" A voice came through the door, muffled. "Are you in? I have yesterday's report for you."

Aventurine grabbed the back of Veritas' head and forced him down, trapping his head against his groin. Faintly, with whatever remained of his conscious mind, Veritas felt waves of delicious shame wash over him.

"He's occupied," Aventurine responded flippantly over his shoulder. "Come back tomorrow."

"Who — huh?" The person on the other side was clearly confused. "Um… alright, I'll come back later…?"

Once the intruder had walked away, Aventurine picked Veritas' head up off of his cock. "That'll certainly give the local rumor mill something to talk about. Doesn't that bother you?"

Veritas swallowed slowly, struggling not to choke on the thickened saliva that pooled in his mouth. "No," he mumbled. "I don't care. Let them talk."

"If they find out it's me you're with, then—"

"I said I don't care," he spoke more forcefully this time, managing to keep his words together despite the haze in his mind. "If… if they are so foolish as to be bothered by…"

Aventurine's expression shifted, becoming almost fond for a moment. "Alright, alright… you've made your point. Don't hurt yourself trying to string together too many words." His hand moved down to cup Veritas' chin. "Hm… you're being so good for me, I almost want to change the rules of our game a little."

Veritas' chest felt strange. "H—" He swallowed. "How so?"

Aventurine leaned forward. "How about I let you fuck me after all? Assuming you can, of course. If you aren't up to the task, then you're free to keep sucking me off all you want."

"I—" He stumbled over his words, his speech scrambling further as Aventurine shifted his foot to press harder against his cock. He'd only had a few minutes of a break since he came, but he could already feel himself hardening again. "I can do it, just — hold on."

"You sure you can even stand?" Aventurine smirked wryly. "You really slipped away for awhile there."

Veritas' legs did indeed feel quite weak as he stood, but he stubbornly refused to let them buckle as he braced his hands against the desk. Aventurine looked more amused than ever as he laid back, shifting his legs around to wrap them around Veritas' hips.

"Good boy," he purred. "At least I know I can come to you when I need someone who will listen to me."

'Please,' the back of Veritas' mind screamed, 'call on me whenever you want. Let me be yours.'

Veritas reached down to stroke himself back to full hardness, clumsily stealing some of the slick arousal from Aventurine's cock to use as a lubricant. He truly had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he had to just — he had to get inside, no matter what.

"Relax." Aventurine must've sensed his tension. "It's not exactly rocket science, doc."

"If it was, then I'd know what I was doing," he mumbled.

"Putting it in would be a start."

Even with the obvious teasing tone of Aventurine's words, Veritas was still in no position to disobey. Why would he? Everything he craved was being presented so generously before him.

He slid inside easily with just the lightest push. Aventurine's body gave him little resistance. The sensation was instantly overwhelming; his cock was still sensitive and spent from before, and the fact that he hadn't fallen victim to his own refractory period was a miracle of human willpower. If he was of sound mind, perhaps he would have noted this down for future research — just how powerful was the mind over the physical body?

Aventurine let out a low, satisfied groan as Veritas filled him up. He was wet and warm around Veritas' cock, muscles twitching and clenching lightly, and he swore he could feel Aventurine's heartbeat from the inside. The glide was easy as he buried himself to the hilt, with every rational thought being consumed by the sensation of being utterly consumed by Aventurine's body.

"Oh, good heavens," Aventurine murmured, hooking a leg around Veritas' waist to encourage him. "This is exactly what I needed. You know —" He leaned in to murmur into Veritas' ear. "None of those guys even managed to make me cum."

Those words, simple as they were, lit a fire inside of Veritas' chest. None of them? He thought he was above the petty antler-bashing that men often partook in, laughable displays of who was better or stronger or what-have-you, but in that moment all he could think about was a burning desire to be better, better, better.

Aventurine wrapped an arm around Veritas' shoulder to hold himself up as he began to move his hips, never pulling back far enough to remove himself from that warmth, but relishing how Aventurine's walls throbbed and fluttered around him with each movement. But — But what was he doing differently than those fools from the video? They rutted endlessly into the gambler's body to no avail, leaving him with nothing gained from the experience. Veritas had to do something different. Better.

But what could he do? Veritas was woefully out of his depth. He could barely even think clearly with the way fucking Aventurine was melting his brain. He just — he had to think of something.

"Stop thinking so much," Aventurine whispered to him.

"I want—" Veritas swallowed. "I want to make you feel good."

Aventurine laughed lightly (a dangerous act, especially for the man who felt every muscle spasm from inside of him) and kissed the side of Veritas' jaw. "Just touch me, you adorable thing."

A flicker of embarrassment shot through Veritas for being called 'adorable', but it wasn't enough to stop him from following Aventurine's instructions. He palmed up the gambler's gaudy shirt, sliding up his smooth skin to cup around his small, soft chest. Aventurine shuddered and bit his lip as Veritas ran his thumb over the bump of his nipple.

"There you go," he encouraged breathily. "Feel me up a little. I'm sure you — ah,— I'm sure you want to, right?"

To be entirely honest, it was rather dangerous business for Aventurine to bring up what Veritas wanted. He wanted some utterly foul and debauched things. How could he not, when the very epitome of allure and temptation had handed himself over so enthusiastically? Veritas could still scarcely believe this was real, and half of him expected to wake up from this moment any second now.

He pushed forward, bending over the desk and pressing Aventurine down into it. Through the buzzing static of his pleasure-ridden thoughts, he tried to draw up anatomical diagrams — if Aventurine's anatomy was internally similar to a human, then…

He retracted his hand from Aventurine's shirt and hooked his palms under his knees, pressing back. A jolt of surprise and heat shot through him as he realized just how flexible Aventurine really was.

"Oh —" Aventurine shuddered again as his legs were pinned back. "Oh, oh goddess, I didn't think you'd — hah, you dirty thing—!"

There. He was finally winning, finally getting one over on those wretches who thought they deserved to claim someone as radiant as Aventurine as their own. He threw one of Aventurine's legs over his shoulder to free up a hand, using his newfound advantage to reach down and fist Aventurine's cock, jerking him off as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

He could feel his own pleasure building, another orgasm creeping up inside of him, but he forced it down. He wouldn't — he couldn't let himself slip again. He had to be more, had to be better, had to be the one who made Aventurine feel good—

Aventurine threw his head back with a shameless moan, one that was surely heard by anyone walking past the door. "Hahh—! Oh, doctor! I'm — I'm close—!"

Veritas was a scientist who had observed stars being born and dying with his own eyes, and yet all of the spectacular sights in the universe were nothing in comparison to watching Aventurine succumb to his pleasure. A shiver ran up his body as he cried out his thighs tightening around Veritas' hips, and his pink cock twitched and spasmed as it spurted thin, saline cum all over his shirt.

Aventurine's legs didn't give him the option to pull out, but he doubted he would have done so even if he could. He was a man possessed, fucking into Aventurine in a staggered frenzy until his own pleasure overtook him. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of spilling over inside of that wet heat that surrounded his length. His hips rocked forward in just a few more shallow thrusts as his orgasm buzzed through him, trying to push the seed deeper as if in a trance.

Eventually, they both slowed to a stop, locked in place as all they could do was look at each other as trembling gasps wracked their bodies.

Slowly, Aventurine's exhausted expression turned upward into a smirk. "That—" he gasped through panting breaths, "— was spectacular, dear doctor."

The praise ran through him like a shower of sparks. "Ah… was it?"

"Mhm," Aventurine leaned up to plant a kiss on Veritas' cheek, "now I know who to call whenever I need a good time. You'd be happy to indulge, right doctor?"

"Of course," he responded all-too-quickly, embarrassed at his own eagerness. "Er — that is to say, I…"

Aventurine shushed him. "Don't think too hard, you'll hurt yourself." He looked down at himself. As Veritas finally slid himself out, Aventurine watched as a bubble of cum leaked out of his hole. "Heh… what a mess you've made. Let me guess, you want me to carry this around for the whole workday, don't you?"

Yes, absolutely, please, is what Veritas wanted to say. Thankfully, he managed to hold his tongue. "I-If it is truly a bother, you may use my office's bathroom to—"

"Oh, come now, Doctor of Truth, what are you really thinking?" Aventurine's eyes shined with mischief.

Veritas swallowed. "… Keep it. Please."

Aventurine laughed airily and reached down with two fingers, swiping up the glob of cum and pushing it back inside. "Well, how could I refuse such an honest request?" He stood from the desk, wobbling only slightly on his feet. "However, as for my shirt… I think I'm going to take you up on that offer of using your bathroom. Can't let everyone know I've finally found a guy who can get me off, hm?"

With that, Aventurine re-dressed himself and sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving Veritas with nothing to do besides wipe himself down with some tissues and pull his pants back up. Even now, in the wake of two very real orgasms, he still felt like everything that had just happened was a dream. Aventurine coming on to him so brazenly, toying with him and making him feel like his brain was shut off, then challenging him to get him off…

He cleaned up his desk mechanically, going through the motions as his mind whirred and struggled to keep up with what had just happened. Some of the paperwork he had been going over was ruined with bodily fluids, something that should have enraged him, but instead he merely tossed it in the wastebin and made a mental note to ask for another copy. His mind still felt floaty and far away, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling in the slightest.

As if it were ever any doubt, of course he would be taking Aventurine up on his offer to do this again.

When the gambler emerged from the bathroom, he had managed to make himself perfectly presentable once more. He blew Veritas a kiss and a wink, before strutting over to the office door, unlocking it, and—

"Oh, right," he looked over his shoulder at Veritas with a playful smirk. "I was just messing with you earlier. That video was AI-generated."

And with that, he strolled out of the office like nothing ever happened.

Veritas was left alone in his office to stew in that embarrassment. AI? Had he really fallen for something like that? And Aventurine had sat there and knew the entire time, probably laughing at him internally…

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as the shame washed over him.

'There's definitely something wrong with me,' he thought to himself as he buried his face in his hands.