After “befriending” that IPC ambassador, you had come to find out one painfully obvious fact — you didn’t like him one bit. On top of being insufferable to talk to, you hated how he acted as if he was holding all the cards. That sheer confidence and audacity of his was overbearing, and you found it difficult to speak to him for longer than a few minutes without wanting to strangle him. Hell, even that was too long in your opinion. It had been a few days since your last encounter, or you assumed so, (time was a fickle thing within Penacony) and you preferred to keep it that way.
As the rest of your companions set out to explore different parts of what the Dreamscape had to offer, you opted instead to go to the VIP lounge for a drink. You wanted to rest up a bit before putting in some real work. You were still a little bitter that your so-called vacation was never actually one from the get-go. Then again, unexpected happenings were a given for the Nameless. That’s what Mr. Yang would say, anyway. Nevertheless, you weren’t about to whine about it; not when this is the life you chose to pursue for yourself.
The drink you nursed was sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste — the irony was not lost on you. Your warbled reflection stared back at you from the depths of the pristine glass cradled in your palm; the bright, lively brew seemed to openly mock you, the vibrancy in direct contrast with how you felt. As if you needed to feel even more bitterness. You grunted and downed the rest of the drink regardless.
At least it wasn’t Soulglad.
Once you were sure you had everything you came down with, you went to stand up, intending to return to your room.
“Can we get another round over here?” You didn’t even have to look to see who had sat down next to you—much too close for your liking—if his annoyingly brazen voice was any indicator.
You didn’t have to, but you still ended up looking at him anyway to show him your displeasure, a deep frown plastered on your face. He simply returned your look with an easygoing smile.
“I thought you had business to take care of, being an IPC parasite and all.”
He didn’t look the least bit offended, responding to your vitriol smoothly. “Well now, that’s not how you should greet a friend, is it? Especially one that’s buying you a drink.”
“I don’t want another. It left a bad taste in my mouth.” You replied, side-eyeing him. In spite of your protests, you still felt the brush of a glass against your knuckles.
If he picked up on your double meaning, he showed no signs of it, opting instead to take a sip from his glass with an airy hum. After a short silence, he spoke again—much to your increasing aggravation.
“I finished up sooner than expected, and I wanted to relax a little before deciding if I wanted to get more work done tonight,” Aventurine tipped his glass in your direction. “I assume it’s the same for you?”
To his inquiry, you gave a noncommittal shrug, hoping to accurately portray your unwillingness to engage in conversation with him. Another small silence settled between the two of you, soon broken by a light sigh from the young man.
“Is there anything I can do to make you lighten up a bit? That sour look on your pretty face is doing it such a disservice, friend.”
At that, you turned to face him fully, trying to decipher the meaning behind his statement. Was he trying to tease you or something? You couldn’t really tell — of course his poker face would be impeccable. The alcohol in your system urged you to be a bit more straightforward than you usually would be with someone like Aventurine.
“And that awful personality of yours is a disservice to your pretty face.” You were quick to replace the words that had spilled from your lips with the rim of your glass, sipping down the rest of your drink with much more vigor than necessary.
Aventurine barked out a laugh. “My pretty face?” He parroted your words.
With his interest piqued and mirth-filled curiosity overflowing from his posture, he leaned forward, resting his chin on an open palm whilst watching you intently.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘pretty’ before~.”
You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in bemusem*nt, wondering if he heard the first part of your statement. Whether or not, he didn’t seem to care.
“Mmm, what else do you think about me?” He wondered in a whimsical tone, hypnotic eyes half-lidded behind the tinted lenses of his shades.
“...Do you think I’m flirting with you or something?”
Aventurine shrugged. “Why not? Some harmless banter between friends never hurt anyone.”
After hardly any consideration, you decided that you couldn’t deal with him without another drink or three in your system. You quickly downed the drink he bought for you, trying your best to disregard his escalating elation.
He ordered another round.
The alcohol you ingested wasn’t particularly strong. However, enough of them coupled with how fast you were drinking them certainly made it feel that way. You knew you weren’t drunk, at least, but you were definitely feeling the buzz. Aventurine appeared to be in the same boat. The man in question took a short glance at his expensive watch, then turned his attention back to you.
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your friends now? It’s late.”
Isn’t it always “late” in Penacony?
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to yours?” You shot back.
He smiled. “What would you say if I told you I don’t have any to get back to?”
You snorted. “I would say ‘fire is hot’.”
Aventurine just chuckled into his drink before polishing the rest off, hissing pleasantly at the burn of the alcohol.
“How long do you plan on staying in the lounge?”
“Why? Do you want your room back or something?”
“I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you—at least for tonight,” he shrugged. “I’m in no mood to do any more work right now.”
What he was implying wasn’t lost on you, even with a buzz.
“...Is this more ‘harmless banter between friends’?”
“It could be. I treat my friends very well, you know.” Aventurine leaned in closer, his eyes never once leaving yours.
You returned his stare, unwilling to look away now. “What’re you planning..?”
“I’d like to hear your thoughts first.” He purred in response, tongue momentarily flickering out to run across his bottom lip like a snake.
The lounge felt warmer all of a sudden.
You placed your half-full glass down, then shed your coat without a second thought. Aventurine’s sparkling eyes flitted to your exposed skin for a split second before snapping back to the diminutive grin on your face. In the dim lights of the VIP lounge, you could faintly make out the slow bobbing of his Adam’s apple. To rile him up even further, you deliberately plucked his shades off and placed them on yourself instead, using a finger to affix them on the bridge of your nose.
“There’s no bed, y’know. Just the Dreampool.” You told him in a soft, teasing coo.
His eyelids drooped, kaleidoscope-like eyes noticeably darkening.
“It doesn’t have to happen on a bed.” He replied without missing a beat, voice barely above a whisper.
“Most people sleep on beds, don’t they?” You spoke with a playfully innocent lilt.
Aventurine leaned in even closer, until you could directly feel his body heat and the fleeting brush of his lips against the shell of your ear.
“We both know that sleep is the last thing on either of our minds.”
Emboldened, you asked him, “And what do you know about what’s on my mind, hm?”
He gave you a deceptively sweet smile. “Your poker face isn’t as good as you think it is, Miss Stellaron,” Aventurine’s grin sharpened. “Whether you were aware of it or not, you’ve been giving me bedroom eyes ever since that third drink.”
“You’re doing the same thing—”
“Oh, I’m well aware. But I’m not exactly trying to hide how much I wanna f*ck you.”
That caught you off guard.
Like a deflated balloon, all the hot air had seeped out and you felt your face heating up. You could only gape at him in response. Aventurine took your stunned silence as a sign that he had won this battle, laughing at your dumbfounded expression.
“Why do you look so shocked?” His expression transitioned back to its sultry preset. “Isn’t that where this whole interaction has been leading up to?”
Unable to maintain eye contact any longer, you turned away from his bewitching gaze, afraid that he would somehow lure your soul out and capture it in his fist… Just like how he seemed to hold everything else in this “friendship” of yours.
No — you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand again. Determination regained, you finally looked at him with a steeled expression. Aventurine just grinned back at you.
“...Would you like to join me in my room, friend? ”
Harkening back to your invitation, would it have been more accurate to say “your room”, considering it was Aventurine’s to begin with? Trivial thoughts — it didn’t really matter whose room it was, that didn’t change the fact that Aventurine was currently f*cking you in it. On the dusk orange sofa, he had you straddling his lap, riding his co*ck like you were made for it.
“Wonder what it’d be like to f*ck in the Dreampool..?” The gambler said offhandedly, eyes briefly flitting to the bright pool in the back of the room.
“I-it’s against the hngh, rules to go i-in naked—” You spoke in between mewls and moans.
“Hah! When did you become such a stickler for the rules, Miss Stellaron~?”
You opened your mouth to respond, and respond you did—but with moans and gasps instead of the clever rebuttal you had planned. Aventurine smirked, reveling in your lack of retort. As much as he enjoyed your witty little remarks, he enjoyed having you like this a tiny bit more — pliant, obedient, and oh-so adorable.
“How long has this been on your mind, hmm?”
Unwilling to answer, you just shook your head in denial.
“Aww, don’t be like that~,” Aventurine cooed. “You act like you can’t stand being around me, but that’s not completely true, is it? You’re just a little shy and don’t wanna admit you like me, right?”
These questions were all rhetorical, of course. Even if they weren’t, you still wouldn’t answer out of sheer pettiness. Aventurine hadn’t stopped smiling at you ever since the lounge.
A surprised yelp flew out of your mouth when he suddenly stopped, buried to the hilt, gloved hands keeping you anchored to him. He didn’t start moving again until you began to squirm and whine at the lack of friction, chuckling at the shameless look on your face. You took him over and over again, coating his co*ck in your juices that aided your descent and ascent on his shaft.
“Come on, bounce your pretty ass for me—that’s it—you can use me; because I intend to use you, too.” You felt his warm breath and his tongue in your ear before he spoke again. “I’m gonna come soon.”
You could do nothing else but bury your head into his shoulder, muffling your squeals of pleasure. He was laughing at you again. Your typical response to his goading would be to immediately dispute it like an unauthorized charge, but that was the last thing on your mind when his dick was stretching you out so nicely, reshaping your insides to his heart’s desire.
“We should, ngh, come together, don’t you think..?”
Without waiting for a response that he knew he wouldn’t be getting, Aventurine decided for you, readjusting his grip to pound into you harder until you were practically screaming from his frantic thrusting. Sure, your muffled screams were feeding his ego more and more, but it still wasn’t nearly enough.
“You don’t have to hold back, you know—no one can hear you, they’re all probably in the Dreamscape right now. Hardly anyone stays in reality, after all,” Aventurine’s fingers pressed harder into the plush of your thighs. “So come on. Let it all out. I’ll make you feel even better, I promise~.”
Yet again, without actually waiting for your compliance, he slowed his thrusting down to a slight grind before taking your chin in between his fingers. He kept your head lifted, eyes forward, and staring directly into his — only then did he resume f*cking you like your lives were on the line. You could hardly keep your eyes open, but Aventurine didn’t seem to mind; he was satisfied by the sound of your hoarse cries, the dirty squelching and slapping of skin filling the hotel room.
With the frenzied pace he’d set, it didn’t take long at all before you felt yourself being rudely forced into a violent org*sm. Aventurine cursed loudly as your puss* clenched and sucked desperately at his co*ck, encouraging the emptying of his balls into your previously-empty womb. His cum was warm as it filled you up, the exalted praises from the gambler following suit.
Aventurine continued to move his hips even after your org*sms, sloppily jerking his hips up to meet yours until you felt some of his seed spilling out, splattering your thighs. You were much too tired to stop him from starting up a second round of rearranging your insides; all you could do was rest your weary body against his, tired whines rumbling in your throat.
The man beneath you let out a breathless chuckle. “I’m certain this will be a very fruitful friendship… Don’t you agree?”
