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As soon as he entered the casino his senses were bombarded by thick swaths of smoke that permeated throughout the entire building. Although, calling it a proper ‘building’ would be a gross overstatement. 

The casino, built at the very top of a civilization within the clouds, was a gaudy establishment to say the least. Lights from slot machines blinked on and off rapidly, each one chirping loudly about some score or another. The sounds overlapping each other were discordant and especially grating to Sunday’s sensitive ears. 

Howls of agony followed by loud whoops of triumph. The sounds of cards being shuffled and spread out in one fell swoop. A marble steadily clicking along in a roulette wheel. Sunday was surely going to get a headache of a monumental kind. Though Robin expressed earnestly that she could help him tune his harmony to relieve his persistent headaches, he refused every time. 

Still, he had a mission here that he couldn’t give up on so easily. 

Quite a few sets of lecherous eyes followed his graceful movements through the casino. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone so elegant arrived at a place like this. And while Sunday kept up his polite expression, all his heart wanted was to sneer at the creatures that dared attempt to undress him with their lustful gazes. 

Sunday did not stop until he reached the table he was looking for.

The man he sought out was certainly lavish in a way that directly contrasted the tacky casino. At the very least he knew how to dress himself unlike everyone else. Even if it was a bit…over the top. Opulent fabrics, lush furs, glittering jewelry. This was most definitely him. 

One of the people by his target's side noticed him first. A humanoid species, surely, but his human-like appearance could be quickly dismissed by his state of dress. Or lack thereof, rather. 

“Eh? Pretty boy wants to join in?” The large man guffawed, sucking in a large amount of smoke through what looked like a thick cigar. “Mm. He looks pretty rich, don’t he?” He nudged a nervous looking foxian man who almost fell over at the touch. “But looks can be deceiving, can’t they?” His beady eyes slid towards the calm looking blond man. “How’s about this, angel. If you don’t have any credits to offer you can certainly offer in…other ways.” 

Sunday watched unblinkingly as the man licked his yellowed teeth. Disgusting behavior, certainly, but he was here for business. “No thank you. I’m afraid I’m not here to gamble.” His gaze shifted to his target, who had now tuned into the conversation. 

The other man snorted like an ornery pig, leaning back in his chair with a grumble under his breath. “Get lost then, birdie. Ain’t nobody want a bum hanging around the table.” He gestured for Sunday to leave with his meaty hand, the fake rings adorning his fingers glittering under the pulsing lights. 

“Hold on now.” His target put up a hand, effectively silencing the piggish man. “May I be so bold as to assume you’re here for me?” The smirk that accompanied his purred words was vulpine and barely concealed his amusement, but it was much more preferable than the other man’s. 

“Thankfully your boldness is warranted.” Sunday replied smoothly, keeping one of his hands behind his back diplomatically. “And may I be so bold as to ask for a minute of your time?” 

The man tilted his head to the side knowingly and hummed. “My time is very valuable. I’m sure you’re aware of this, Mr. Sunday.” His eyes narrowed, a coy grin working its way up his handsome face. “But…I have a strong feeling that you’ll make it worth my while. Call it gamblers' intuition.” 

Sunday caught his sharp gaze and nodded minutely. Though they both walked starkly different paths, they seemed to be able to read each other exceptionally well. 

“Great.” The blond reclined easily before shooting a look at the slimy wretch and the trembling foxian. “Scram.” 

“But—“

“I said get lost.” He said a bit sharper, making the man balk and the foxian skitter away with his tail between his legs. When the two figures had vanished into the throng of people, he gestured loosely for Sunday to sit. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Despite the polite words, his words held an undercurrent of mocking. “I’m sure you know very well my reasons for seeking you, Mr. Aventurine.” 

Aventurine let out a coarse laugh, slinging both of his arms around the top of the booth. He looked like the picture of confidence and arrogance. “People look for me for a lot of reasons. But if I had to take a guess…you need my help.” 

Sunday paused for a beat too long, giving Aventurine everything he needed to know. “Help is a rather extreme word. No, I don’t require any of your assistance, lest I end up in your debt. I’m well aware of your eccentricities, Mr. Aventurine.” The man in question nodded casually. “What I need is information. Information that you certainly have your hands on with your…extensive network of people.” 

“Are you saying you don’t have intel bombarding you? I would have thought such an important member of The Family would be quite well informed.” 

Sunday’s mouth thinned in distaste before he schooled his expression back into one of placid neutrality. He knew exactly what Aventurine was trying to goad out of him. “Alas, the information that reaches me is rather slow. You understand my dilemma, no?” He made direct eye contact with the man in front of him, lifting his eyebrows ever so slightly. 

“Mm. I can sympathize with your situation even if I don’t quite understand what you’re going through.” It was a bluff, but Sunday did not call it. The balance between animosity and indulgence was thin with Aventurine. “Ah, but my information, like my time, does not come cheap. How about a wager?” 

“I am not a gambling man, Mr. Aventurine.” Sunday answered disinterestedly. “Name your price and I can provide.” 

Aventurine scrutinized him shrewdly. “That’s no fun though, is it?” He picked up one of the poker chips to lazily roll it on top of his knuckles. “I have exactly what you need and I’m willing to provide it to you with very low risk stakes. It’s an offer that many would kill for, Mr. Sunday. What do you say?” 

Sunday narrowed his eyes imperceptibly. Aventurine was certainly as capricious as others described him. “I don’t make a habit of gambling.” He forced out his next words. “But…I suppose I would be amenable.” 

“I'm glad you came around.” Aventurine let the poker chip fall and leaned forward. His eyes were hypnotic under the headache inducing lights. Almost soothing, even. “Even if you don’t gamble, isn’t the idea of taking a risk exciting? Winning or losing everything…all determined by chance.” 

Sunday scoffed softly, allowing himself to emote freely for the first time that night. Now that he and Aventurine had made a deal, he had slightly more wiggle room. “I don’t take risks, Mr. Aventurine. With my plans, nothing is left up to chance. When I play, I play with the utmost certainty that I will win.” 

He and Aventurine made searing eye contact for what felt like an eternity before the blond man huffed out a laugh and broke it. “You’re an interesting one.” He said, bemused.

A ghost of a smile crossed Sunday’s face. “I could say the same about you, Mr. Aventurine.” 

Their game had already begun. 

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Twelve System Hours Prior 

“It’s not wise to plunge into the lion’s den.” His sister’s face pinched with what could only be described as genuine worry. “I implore you to reconsider your options, brother.” She stood perfectly still, the picture of serenity, but Sunday’s sharp eyes could spot the nervous movements of her fighting the urge to twist her fingers.

“I am fully aware of the risks, dear sister.” He spoke smoothly, adjusting his gloves methodically. “As long as our hound friend keeps his end of our deal, everything will go exactly as planned.” 

Sunday turned away from the mirror to face his sister. Her mouth thinned as if she wanted to argue, but she wavered at the last moment. It was hard to convince Sunday when he had already decided a path to take. 

Robin’s eyes slid over slowly to the other person in the room. The person in question was mid yawn when he caught Robin’s gaze. And almost immediately, he looked away as to not be involved in their little spat. 

“Ah, do you have any opinions on the matter at hand?” Robin asked earnestly. 

Sunday side eyed the bloodhound member that he had already forgotten the name of. Said man was pointedly trying not to look at either of them. Though he did waver slightly when he inadvertently saw Robin’s imploring expression. 

“…I dunno.” The man mumbled, scratching at his chin nervously. He clearly did not want to become a third party, but they had already come this far. 

“Now, now. Let’s not get a bystander involved in our…personal dealings.” Sunday gave the man his best smile of fake sympathy. 

The bloodhound looked between the two siblings hastily, reaching down to fiddle with the buttons on his top. “My opinion doesn’t really matter haha. You’ve both already made up your minds…” His nervous laugh echoed through the room. 

Sunday hummed under his breath at the conclusion. Robin wouldn’t argue further if she had no backing. It was simultaneously a blessing and a curse to know her peculiarities so well. 

As predicted, Robin said nothing else. Though he could tell she was upset by the crease between her eyebrows. There was nothing he could say to soothe her worries—just as there was nothing she could say to sway his choice. 

At Robin’s silence, Sunday brushed off his outfit for the fifth time. There were no wrinkles, of course, but the methodical action made it easier for him to focus. He had already made a contingency plan for everything that could possibly go beyond his original plan. And back-up plans after that. Everything was accounted for, naturally. 

“When will you be departing?” Robin asked after a few minutes of quiet had passed. 

“Not too long from now.” He checked his watch idly, noting the time. “Our kind friend will have some of the Bloodhound’s escort me to the docks. Rest assured, The Family knows that I will be unavailable for a short while..” He looked at his sister out of the corner of his eye, watching as her expressions flickered rapidly. It was clear she was unhappy with the arrangement, but Sunday would never do anything to put her into danger. 

“And to you my good friend, I’ll have a reward as promised.” 

The bloodhound man perked up significantly. “Th-Thank you sir!”

The man looked ecstatic, but didn’t speak up again on the matter until his phone chimed. One glance down told him everything he needed to know. “Let’s go. They’re ready!” He pushed himself to his feet quickly. 

Sunday graciously ignored the man’s exuberance. “Best not make them wait, hm?” 

The man nodded in agreement, gesturing for Sunday to exit the room before him.

“Brother…!” Robin spoke suddenly, jolting forward in an attempt to grab his shoulder. She stopped before making contact, her hand hovering for a few moments before she dropped it and clasped her hands together. The expression on her face could only be described as troubled. “You must be cautious.”

Sunday turned to give his sister a soft, genuine smile. “Worry not. The best plans are those that are laid carefully.” 

Robin lowered her eyes to the floor. “Safe travels.” 

He only hummed in response, exiting with the bloodhound on his tail. 

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

“Whiskey?” Aventurine put on an air of pleasantry, waving down a passing waiter. 

“I don’t drink, thank you.” Sunday responded primly, one leg crossed over the other in a dainty manner. “On the rare occasion I do, I don’t drink spirits.” 

Aventurine pushed out his lip in a faux pout. “Well that’s no fun. We’re already indulging in excess. Why not a little more?” 

Sunday tilted his head consideringly, watching the way the other man’s eyes narrowed slyly. He pretended to ponder a while longer before steppling his fingers. “I’d like to keep my wits about me.” 

Aventurine didn’t seem to take offense to his offer being turned down. Instead, he let out a small huff of amusement. “Just one, then.” He told the waiter, dismissing him entirely one he ordered his drink. “You’re a peculiar one, aren’t you? Showing up to a casino in that pristine tailored suit…” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being professional.” He responded blandly. 

“Don’t mistake me, that wasn’t an insult by any means.” The corner of Aventurine’s lips quirked up in amusement. “It’s just that…hm. How do I put it? Most people who come here wear garish clothing. Flashy embellishments, tight fitting garments, showing skin, what have you.” He rolled his wrist around idly. “You were bound to get stares from the stuffy suit alone. Not to mention…” 

The trail off was meaningful and goading. Sunday still fell for it hook, line, and sinker. “Not to mention?” He prompted. 

Aventurine gave him a coy look. “Ah, you haven’t noticed?” He was clearly playing dumb. “The way everyone looks at you?” 

Sunday narrowed his eyes at the implication. Still, he played along. “How have people been looking at me?” 

“Like a piece of meat.” Aventurine spoke casually, but there was a sharp glint to his eyes. “Like they wanted to eat you up. A pretty boy like you in a place like this?” A scoff. “It’s no wonder every freak here wanted the first pick.” 

Sunday fought to keep his expression smooth. “And are you one of them?”

“Who knows.” Aventurine answered coyly, lifting his eyebrows. “Do you want me to eat you up?”

“Others may find themselves ensnared in your flatteries, but I am not one of them. Unfortunately for you, I’m not easy.”

Their strange flirting was unceremoniously brought to an end when the waiter returned and set down a glass of whiskey. When the waiter departed, Aventurine’s easygoing smile returned. “You sure keep people on their toes, don’t you?” A sharp laugh. “See, that’s what I like about you Mr. Sunday. You can keep up.” 

Sunday hummed in agreement, restoring their thin truce. With Aventurine, it was all a game about who could bluff better. The victor would come out on top, naturally. “I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations.” 

“I’m sure you won’t disappoint.” The man in front of him shook his head with a chuckle and picked up the glass to swirl it around hypnotically. “But…it’s truly a shame that I won’t be able to delve deeper into that unpredictability. You did agree to only one wager. Alas, beggars can’t be choosers.” A fake sigh. 

There was no mistaking the implication. Aventurine would give him the information he desired with their simple game, but nothing more than what he felt like sharing. That is, unless Sunday felt like raising the stakes to garner more of what he needed. It was a clever ploy, truly. 

“Fine. I concede.” Sunday raised his hands placatingly. “Let’s do a few wagers. Just doing one would be, as you said, dull.”

Aventurine tipped his head to the side with a feline smile. “Finally understanding the spirit of gambling, hm? Just one is never enough.” 

Sunday nodded politely in return. Unbeknownst to Aventurine, he had already factored in several games to his plan. Though he only agreed to one, it would be a fool's mistake to assume he wouldn’t press for more. How predictable. 

“What’s your game of choice?” Aventurine took a sip of his whiskey before setting it down onto the table with a thunk. “I can play anything you can think of.”

“How about a card game?”

Aventurine raised his eyebrows like the answer truly surprised him. “Fascinating. I was under the impression that you knew nothing about card games.”

“I don’t.” Sunday folded his hands in his lap. “But I figured it would be fitting to play a card game in a casino. As you stated, most of the rules for these games are lost on me.” 

“That’s not a problem. I’m an excellent teacher.” The man was clearly trying to hide his smug satisfaction, quickly waving over the same waiter from before. “A deck of cards, if you will.” 

The waiter nodded quickly, scurrying off to accommodate the guests' request. 

Sunday watched as the waiter left. “You come here often I presume?” He asked mildly. “I wasn’t aware that the IPC allowed their employees to run amok whenever they pleased.”

“It’s a good way to pass the time.” Aventurine took another sip of his drink, not even looking perturbed at the jab. “And it’s my money I’m gambling, not theirs. What I do on my off time is my own business.” 

How nice it is to be so carefree Sunday’s brain whispered enviously. Though he was quick to dismiss the sinuous tendrils of jealousy. “I see.” He intoned plainly, keeping his voice as level as possible. Of course, Aventurine clocked the flatness of his voice, but made no move to comment on it. The odds were currently stacked in his favor.

The waiter returned not long after with a deck of cards, placing it down onto the table before bowing to both of them deferentially. Though he was quick to turn to other guests flagging him down, Sunday watched him curiously for a moment. 

“Is there a problem?”

“Not at all.” Sunday turned his attention back to Aventurine. His voice betrayed nothing of his lurking suspicions. Aventurine was still watching closely, after all. “What will we be playing?”

“It’s nothing too difficult.” The man said bemusedly, starting to shuffle the card with ease while they conversed. “We’ll be starting with a game of higher or lower.” 

Sunday watched his deft movements. “Hm. I’m sure I’ll understand the game based on the name alone. Anything more complicated you’ll have to explain more.”

Aventurine simply nodded, finishing his card shuffle with a fancy bridge. “Let’s discuss the stipulations for winning.” 

He folded his gloved hands in his lap, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his index finger reflexively. That spot in particular was starting to wear down already. He’d have to get a replacement sooner than he anticipated. “Of course. I’m assuming we’re starting off slow.” He cocked his head to the side. “I’ll abide by your rules and save the more important information for a different game.” 

Aventurine huffed, a cynical smile marring his handsome features. “Sounds good to me.” A pause. “Let’s start.” 

“Let’s.”

Aventurine flipped over the first card. A six of spades. “Higher or lower?” 

Sunday tapped his finger against the table idly. “Higher.” 

The next card was flipped over. Queen of spades. “Nice job. You must be lucky.” 

“Hardly.” Sunday dismissed him easily. “When you enter Penacony you will be the only IPC ambassador to attend, correct?”

“Naturally.” Aventurine fiddled with the corner of the queen. “That’s the only way I’ll be permitted to enter. Or so I’ve been told.” 

Sunday had no comment, gesturing for the gambler to flip the next card. 

“Jack of hearts.” 

“Lower.”

Aventurine flipped the next card. Nine of spades. “You’re very good at this game.” 

“Your empty flattery will get you nowhere. It would be more difficult to be bad at this.”

Aventurine clicked his tongue. “Ow. Harsh. I’m just trying to banter with you.”

Sunday fought the childish urge to roll his eyes. “If you wish to engage in small talk, pick a more suitable topic.” 

“Small talk…” The man mouthed to himself in disbelief. “Fine. Ask your question and I’ll think of a more engaging conversation.” 

“During your stay in Penacony will you still be in contact with the IPC?” 

“Of course.” Aventurine demurred. “Just because I’m on the planet of dreams doesn’t mean it’s a vacation. I still have to report back to my bosses.” 

His questions seemed like no brainers, but in truth, Sunday was simply verifying whether Aventurine was willing to tell the truth or not. Of course, he could have used the harmony to force the truth out of him, but that would have ruined their already fragile arrangement. 

“Understood.” Sunday gestured for him to pull again. 

“Seven of diamonds. Higher or lower.”

Sunday frowned slightly. “Lower.” 

The next card was flipped. “Ten of clubs.” A fake whistle of sympathy. “Well, you had to lose one of these times. So, tell me, how is your sister?” 

A pause. “She’s doing well. The charmony festival is quickly approaching and she’s putting in all of her efforts to prepare for it.”

“Ah yes…the charmony festival.” Aventurine hummed. “How exciting. I hope to witness a wonderful show. I just hope your sister’s voice will recover in time.” 

Sunday stiffened. He was more well informed than anticipated. Nevertheless, he had it fully under control. “The sudden influx of guests on Penacony simply disrupts the balance of Harmony.” 

“I see.” Aventurine nodded. “I’m sure the festival will be spectacular nevertheless.” 

“It will.” He said confidently—without even a shred of hesitation. “Continue.” 

Aventurine didn’t put up a fight. “Six of hearts.” 

“Higher.” 

An eight of clubs. “Wonderful job, Mr. Sunday.” 

“Don’t patronize me.” Sunday felt his eye twitch against his will. “Let’s move to another game.” 

“Getting antsy, huh?” Aventurine tilted his head to the side with a smirk that bordered on sly. “You haven’t even asked your question yet! I’m glad the gambling spirit has caught on.” 

“Enough talking.” 

Aventurine picked up the cards that were cast aside and began to shuffle them again. “Touchy subject?” He asked casually. “Not to worry. We can up the ante a little bit. 

Sunday didn’t answer, biting his tongue as he stared down the other man. 

He gave nothing away but a mysterious smile. “Now, how do you feel about blackjack?” 

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

One Week Prior 

“Can you hear me?” The voice on the other side of the phone was muffled, but still intelligible. Though the line did crackle and pop occasionally. 

“Of course.” Sunday sat in his office with his legs crossed, staving off another impending migraine by pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “It’s good to hear from you.” 

“Ah…” Robin’s voice softened slightly in the way it usually did when she was hesitant. “It’s nice to talk to you again.” 

Her earnest words almost prompted a weary sigh. It was nice to have her genuity shine through the darkness. He’d been getting headaches more often—no doubt from the stress of planning the specifics of the charmony festival. As the Oak Family head he was expected to magically make everything go according to plan. They may live in a dreamscape, but he wasn’t a miracle worker. 

“You sound tired.” Robin interjected again, snapping him out of his grousing. “Have you been getting an adequate amount of rest?” 

Sunday’s heart squeezed painfully. Though they most certainly weren’t as close as they were when they were children, he never stopped missing her presence. It was for her own good to keep his distance. “I will be alright.” 

It was hard to remain emotionally distant with his sister's gentle concern. He should have grown out of his protective older brother phase as the years went by, but Robin would always be his baby sister in his heart. 

“I see.” She sounded skeptical, but didn’t push it. “Well, when you have some downtime…” She trailed off. 

Sunday tapped his fingers against the desk idly. One, two, three, four, five—five was good. That was a good stopping point. “I will.” It was an empty promise. “When will you be returning to Penacony?” 

“Ah! Yes, it’ll be no longer than three days.” Robin hummed. “We’re on our way back from the last stop in the tour. It will take a few jumps, but I’ll be back in no time.” 

Sunday let out a soft sigh. “I understand. Please take care of yourself in the meantime.” 

His sister was suspiciously quiet on the other end. Worry gripped his heart like a vice at her silence—had something gone wrong?

“Please do not panic when I tell you this…” She started, which promptly made him start to panic. “There…has been something off with my voice lately. It will recover in due time, surely, but I wished to speak with you about this matter before—“

“Don’t worry.” Sunday cut her off swiftly, pinching the skin beneath his glove to ground himself. There were eyes and ears everywhere with The Family. Even their call was likely being monitored by higher ups. “I’m sure it’s simply the stress and excitement of the upcoming festival.” 

“Sunday…” Robin admonished in a stern tone. Sometimes it felt like she was the older sibling. However, after saying his name, she went quiet again. 

His heart felt like it was beating out of control. Was that too controlled by The Family? What if, in the end, he was nothing more than a puppet who only thought he had autonomy? 

“Do you remember my first performance?” His sister interrupted his spiraling thoughts. It was easy to lose himself in the gentle cadence of her words. 

“Yes. Yes…of course.” He screwed his eyes shut. “The makeshift stage…” 

“Good. Focus on that.”

Sunday fully realized her stilted attempts to use Harmony to coax him back into a state of calmness. The guilt was all consuming when paired with her recent vocal issues. His eyes snapped open once his breathing was sufficiently regulated. His lungs still felt like they were locked in a vice grip (‘The Family’s control’ his traitorous mind crowed), but it was easier to focus on the task he needed to accomplish. 

“I appreciate your concern.” Sunday murmured tightly. “Let us debrief when you arrive on Penacony once more.” 

Robin’s disappointment was palpable through the phone. Still, this was for the best. He always had her best interest in mind. 

“I understand. I have plenty of sweet delicacies to offer over tea. The planets I’ve visited during the tour truly have fascinating desserts.” 

It was a peace offering. Sunday could accept the olive branch. “Ah, you know I’ve outgrown my sweet tooth…”

After exchanging pleasant goodbyes, Sunday set the phone face down on his desk and steepled his fingers together. His eyes darted around the room in an erratic attempt to figure out how closely he was being watched. 

Sunday looked up slowly at the high ceilings and the window that lay at the very top, his gaze catching on the false stars above. He tapped his heel against the tile three times before making his decision. 

The Dreammaster would be visiting soon. He’d have to take matters into his own hands this time. 

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

It was clear to both parties that Sunday’s pleasant demeanor was fraying at the edges. Admittedly, it was an extremely smart move to bring up his sister. Catch him off guard, break his composure, unravel his anxieties, leverage it to his advantage, profit. It all made sense in Sunday’s head that Aventurine would choose that route. 

Strategic. The lack of control over his situation was an easy way to ruthlessly shove him into a state of paranoia. He was certainly worthy of his title as a stratagem. Though he could appreciate Aventurine’s strategy in a strange manner, Sunday was ultimately the one with disadvantage between the two of them. He’d have to change that. 

“I’ll give a quick rundown of the rules. It’s another fairly tame card game.” Aventurine idly shuffled the playing cards—an unconscious habit certainly. “The object of the game is to get as close to 21 as possible without going over. Going over will result in a bust and an automatic loss. In this game you’ll be playing against the dealer, which is me. My first card will be face up while the second will be face down. Once you lock in your number both of us will reveal our cards. The closest to 21 wins. If we have the same number then it’s a tie. Face cards count as tens. Any questions?”

“Your explanation was acceptable.” Sunday answered swiftly. His explanation was extremely succinct, truthfully. “Let’s begin.”

Aventurine gave him that easy going smile that bordered on sly. “Fine by me.” He passed two cards to Sunday before taking two of his own. The first one was revealed as a queen. 

Sunday stared down at the 4 and 8 in his hand. “Give me another.” Aventurine passed him another card. A 2. “Another.” He compulsively tapped his fingers against the table. 

A 9. He was at 23. An automatic loss. 

“Bust?” Aventurine guessed, flipping his cards over. “13, but I still win.” He sounded utterly smug. “Let me see…Being the oak family head must be exhausting right? When was the last time you slept?”

“You’re wasting your questions on pointless inquiries.” Sunday curled his lip. “I was under the impression that we were betting information, not fake sympathies.”

“Who said it was fake?” Aventurine raised his hands placatingly, an expression of faux innocence. “And they’re my questions, I can ask whatever I please. Your answer please?”

Sunday was slightly baffled as he watched Aventurine lean his chin on the back of his hand expectantly. So he was really serious about that being his question? How crude. Still, he begrudgingly answered. “I last slept 72 system hours ago, if you must know.”

“Rest is important for the mind and the body.” The gambler remarked condescendingly. 

“Another round.” Sunday insisted sharply, unwilling to entertain Aventurine’s antics. 

“Whatever you say.” Aventurine gathered up the cards lazily to shuffle them again. 

Two jacks. A perfect 20. Aventurine only had a queen. “I’m done.”

“Hm.” The gambler sniffed in amusement as he flipped over a 10. “Looks like we tied.”

How did he—Surely he was using some kind of underhanded tactics. Of course he had heard the stories behind Aventurine’s luck, but he never believed them to be true. Luck was as unfounded of a principle as intuition. Strategy and logic was the only reliable method.

“I’m not cheating, if that’s what you're wondering.” Aventurine gathered the cards to shuffle them. “I’m just extremely lucky.” His smirk was cheeky. “Let’s play again.”

The two cards Sunday received were a king and a 5. He tapped his fingers against the table again in an almost anxious manner. Thumb first and then each finger following in three second intervals. “Give me another card.”

Aventurine only had a 7 on the table so far.

The card was slid towards him and revealed a queen. Sunday curled his fingers against the table and fought against the frustration welling up. 

“Another bust?” Aventurine sighed and gathered up the cards once more. “A pity. Now for my question.”

“Do not use your question on frivolous matters.” Sunday warned stiffly.

The gambler, of course, paid him no mind. “Since you haven’t slept I’m assuming you've had hardly any time to take care of yourself.” He shuffled the cards. “A good massage really does wonders for stress. I can recommend a few good places to you.”

“What is your goal with this?” Sunday cut in quickly, his wings twitching with the urge to spread out and beat the air in frustration. “Useless questions.”

“You may think they’re useless, but they’re my questions to ask.” Aventurine reiterated. “If you don’t want masseuse recommendations I can always help you myself, free of charge. I’m pretty good with my hands.”

Sunday paused—a genuine pause. Was…Aventurine seriously trying to seduce him? There was no way. 

Aventurine didn’t seem unnerved by his silence though. “Let’s play one more round.” He reasoned. “But we can wager something different this time.”

“...What is it?” Sunday asked cautiously.

“If I win this next round then you let me take care of you. Searching for answers while stressed and exhausted never yields good results.”

Sunday frowned, irritated and confused. “Why?”

“Why not?” The gambler set the card deck down. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for, unfortunately. The extent of my knowledge is the same as yours. I’m being honest, don’t look at me like that. Might as well make the most out of this encounter. I may not have exactly what you need, but I can certainly help you on your journey.”

“You—“ Sunday forcefully tamped down his rage. This whole time…Aventurine had been playing him? Stringing him along with false promises? What happened to all of his plans? Even the backup ones had been entirely negated. His control was quickly slipping, prompting a bone deep panic to spread through his nervous system. 

Aventurine watched him spiral calmly. “Don’t feel discouraged, Mr. Sunday. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. Let me assist you in clearing that pretty head of yours.”

“Why…” Sunday repeated weakly, moving a trembling hand to his forehead. He did his best to conceal the tremors, but Aventurine could see through it clear as day. 

“You seem troubled, of course. And I sympathize with your situation.” He almost sounded…genuine. “Believe me, I have no ulterior motives. The choice is yours.”

Sunday closed his eyes wearily. Aventurine had bested him. And…he did make a good point. He would be more focused. Though the idea of someone touching him made his skin feel itchy. “Fine.”

Aventurine was quiet for a moment. “You can opt out at any moment.” He sounded both intense and earnest. “I’m offering to help, not forcing your hand. Any indication of discomfort and I’ll stop.”

Sunday deflated slightly. It was a comfort to hear. Not that he expected Aventurine to force him whatsoever, but the reassurance still made his anxieties settle. “I agree to your proposal.” He stated firmly. “Let’s play.”

The gambler’s smile smoothed out to something bordering on gentle. “Last round.”

A 6 and a 9 were slid towards him, opposing Aventurine’s singular 10. The odds of him winning if he took another card was slim to none, but a part of him didn’t want to win. “Another.” Sunday said shamelessly, making eye contact with Aventurine. 

The smirk on Aventurine’s face was extremely telling. A king. “Bust?” He guessed, flipping over his other card. A king. “Looks like I win.”

“Indeed.” Sunday slid his cards back. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

“When did you become so bold?” Aventurine clicked his tongue, shaking his head in amusement. “Follow my lead then.” He slid out of the seat and held out a gloved hand to Sunday. “Shall we?”

Sunday hesitated for only a second before taking the proffered hand. Aventurine’s hands were surprisingly warm even through the gloves. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) Aventurine pulled his hand away once he was on his feet. Though he did offer his arm afterwards.

Sunday’s face flushed at the idea of holding Aventurine’s elbow like a maiden. He didn’t even realize his wings had fluttered out to cover his reddened cheeks until he saw feathers in his peripheral vision. He usually had perfect control over his wings, so the sight of them was a shock.

“Hm. I didn’t even know you could do something that cute.” The gambler teased. 

“Enough.” Sunday slotted his hand through Aventurine’s arm to rest it in the crook of his elbow. He forced his wings back into a neutral position, fighting his own embarrassment as the two of them made their way through the bustling casino. Eyes followed both of them, but Sunday made himself focus on the warmth radiating off of Aventurine instead of the stares. 

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just nosy.” At some point the man had dipped his head slightly to whisper directly into Sunday’s ear. His breath ghosting against Sunday’s sensitive skin made him shiver involuntarily. “None of them will matter once we get behind closed doors.”

Sunday had never been flirted with so brazenly. The sheer self-confidence that Aventurine oozed was enough to fluster anyone, truly. “Let’s just go.”

“Eager, aren’t you?”

Sunday’s wings covered his face again without his permission.

The two of them reached their destination not long after. Beyond the main gambling center was a reception center as well as a lounge. Aventurine confidently strolled past the desk and towards an elevator. It dinged not long after the button was pretty. 

When they entered it was just them in the elevator. The tension was almost palpable—much different than their hostile tension earlier. Still, Aventurine made no moves other than pulling his arm away from the courteous gesture and shamelessly sliding his hand into Sunday’s back pocket. 

Sunday jolted slightly, but didn’t move away. In fact, Aventurine only bodily tugged him closer until he bumped into his side. The man in question didn’t seem bothered by the intimate gesture, simply staring at the digital display as the number ticked upwards.

When the elevator stopped at its destination and the doors slid open, Aventurine removed his hand from Sunday’s pocket and grabbed his hand gently to tug him towards the third door on the right. With his free hand, he fished out a room key from one of his pockets. 

“One of the perks of IPC influence.” He commented lazily, tilting his head back to look at Sunday. Once the door flashed green he twisted the handle and pulled his hand away once more. “After you.”

Sunday hesitated at the threshold. “You first.”

Thankfully Aventurine didn’t question it, gliding into the hotel room before waiting expectantly. “Still okay?”

“Yes.” He followed the other man into the room. Though he flinched minutely when the door clicked shut behind him, he didn’t make a move to leave. In a fit of boldness, he reached behind him to lock the door.

Aventurine raised an eyebrow in amusement, beckoning Sunday closer. “I don’t bite unless you want me to.” He murmured in a sultry voice.

Sunday found himself oddly lacking any quip back, simply following Aventurine’s tempting gesture. When he found himself chest to chest with the man, he floundered.

“Hey there.” Aventurine reached out to ghost his gloved fingers over Sunday’s feathers. His reaction was an immediate shudder. “Feels good?”

He didn’t answer, the thudding of his pulse drowning out any other noise. 

“You look so eager and we’ve barely even begun.” The gambler stroked his wings again before cupping his jaw, a hungry twinkle in his eyes. “Ready?”

Sunday was at a loss for words, trying to maintain a steady breathing pattern. That pattern was quickly thrown out the window when Aventurine connected their lips. He drew in a sharp breath at the first press of those soft lips. Aventurine was a good teacher though and the two of them quickly found an addictive rhythm. 

Aventurine leaned closer—if that was even possible—and tilted his head to the side slightly to deepen their kiss. 

Another gasp escaped his lips as Aventurine guided their heated kiss. He kept up, albeit a little delayed due to him being overwhelmed. And when their kiss finally ended, Sunday felt dazed to say the least.

He blinked to clear the fog from his head, immediately meeting Aventurine’s borderline mischievous gaze. “That good?” He asked innocently, moving his hand from Sunday’s jaw to thumb at his bottom lip. 

Sunday jerked his head away, embarrassed. “Don’t get cocky.” He finished haughtily. 

“Don’t get pouty.” Aventurine quipped, turning Sunday’s face back towards him. “I’m not finished with your lips yet.”

The bold words made Sunday’s face flush. Before he could even snark back, however, he was pulled into another kiss. The sensuous glide nearly made him melt. Combined with those clever fingers stroking at the base of his wings, Sunday was already a goner. 

Their kiss turned even more heated when Aventurine slowly began to back Sunday up towards the bed. He was surprisingly well coordinated while kissing. 

Aventurine pulled his lips away with a lewd smack. Unconsciously, Sunday chased that warmth before his eyes fluttered open. Aventurine was clearly trying not to laugh. “Having fun?” He teased. 

Sunday found himself emoting more freely due to the intimate setting, scowling at the prod. “Quiet.” He snipped back. 

“Not yet.” The gambler commented, gently pushing Sunday into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. “Lay down for me?”

Humiliated, Sunday looked away as he leaned back and lowered himself onto his elbows. “Happy?”

“Very.” The reply was earnest with only a hint of snark. 

Sunday huffed softly, though his exasperation was quickly interrupted by the presence of lips on his once more. Any thoughts of arguing were dispelled that moment.

Losing himself to the simplicity of kissing was surprisingly easy. The push and pull was both a steady pattern and filled his very being with a shivery kind of heat. Aventurine was nearly on top of him now, caging his head in with his arms. Sunday didn’t feel as threatened as he thought he would by the compromising position. 

Aventurine skated his tongue along the seam of his lips but did not delve into his mouth. Sunday twitched heatedly at the gesture, but ultimately pulled away. “Don’t put your tongue into my mouth.” He warned, slightly panicked. 

“No problem.” Aventurine reassured easily. “No tongue. Do you want to keep going?”

Sunday nodded jerkily, subconsciously parting his lips for another kiss. Aventurine didn’t comment, thankfully, simply leaning in once more to pull him back into the addictive press of their lips.

He didn’t quite realize the aborted movements of his lower half until Aventurine moved one of his hands to squeeze his upper thigh. “Ready for more?” His voice had dropped into a more husky octave.

Sunday jolted at the squeeze, shamefully growing harder at the groping. 

“I need an answer, angel.” The gambler sounded smug again, dipping his head down to nose against Sunday’s neck. 

“Do what you must.” Sunday answered raspily after taking a few moments to process the words. 

“Fine then, I will.”

Aventurine flipped them suddenly, pulling Sunday onto his lap with ease. Sunday startled, opening his mouth to protest, but was silenced by the man in question pulling his hips flush against his own. Their erections slid together and sent a sharp bolt of pleasure racing down his spine. 

“Like that?” Aventurine murmured, both of his hands still clamped on Sunday’s waist. “Feel how much you turn me on?”

Sunday was speechless once more. A strangled moan tore itself past his lips, however, when Aventurine manually moved his hips back and forth. Another noise that was almost a whimper followed when the movements continued. Waves of pleasure radiated through his body as Aventurine dragged their clothed cocks together. 

His own cock twitched desperately in his pants as the friction became almost overwhelmingly good. Though it teetered on unbearable, Sunday found himself rocking his hips in tandem to his hips being pulled forward. 

Aventurine’s body twitched up into his movement, making Sunday falter when a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him. It felt like every single atom of his body was coursing with an overpowering energy. He was distantly aware of the embarrassing whines he was letting out, but he couldn’t focus when everything felt so fuzzy.

By the time the high wore off, Sunday realized he was hiding his face in Aventurine’s neck. His breaths came out shaky and heavy as he became mortifyingly aware that he had just came in his pants. The cum was quickly cooling and becoming uncomfortably sticky, prompting a senseless series of stilted movements to get away from the mess. 

“Hey. It’s alright.” Aventurine pet his back soothingly, tipping forward to lay Sunday on his back again. “Let’s get these pants off.”

Sunday didn’t protest whatsoever, letting Aventurine peel off his pants and underwear. His now softened cock twitched valiantly when it was freed from the confines of his underwear, but Sunday could hardly focus on anything other than the mess. 

“Hold on, angel. Let me clean you up.”

Sunday didn’t fully come back to his senses until the cum had been wiped away from his thighs and lower stomach. “...Thank you.” He croaked weakly. 

Aventurine hummed, pulling away to shrug off his coat and unbutton his shirt. Sunday watched, still slightly dazed, as every inch of tantalizing skin was revealed. “Like what you see?” He sounded confident, but there was an undercurrent of self consciousness to his voice. 

“Mhm.” Sunday closed his eyes to stave off the shame from admitting he was thoroughly attracted to Aventurine.

A low chuckle made him open his eyes again. He purposefully didn’t stare closely at any scars—or the brand on his neck. “Your shirt next?”

Sunday made a low noise of approval and prepared himself mentally for the removal. Aventurine’s hands were careful and never linger, simply performing the action of taking off his shirt. He didn’t stare at any of the marks on Sunday either. A mutual understanding.

“Your pants.” Sunday interjected firmly, borderline demanding.

Aventurine clicked his tongue, but quickly divested himself of his pants. As he pulled off his undergarments, Sunday naturally followed the movement downwards until his eyes caught on the hard cock before him. Aventurine wasn’t massive (thank the aeons) but the sight was still slightly intimidating. 

“Don’t worry, I’m very good at what I do.” The man commented, pulling off his gloves and rings. “Do you want your gloves off?”

Sunday tensed for a moment. “No.”

Aventurine didn’t press the issue. Instead, he stalked closer until he stood between Sunday’s still parted legs. Red faced, Sunday tried to close his legs, but was easily stopped by Aventurine crawling closer and knocking his knees further apart. “Scoot up the bed a little.”

His wings covered his entire face as he shifted upwards and slyly tried to close his legs once more. Aventurine caught onto his plan quickly, nearly pouncing forward to jerk Sunday’s legs open with his hands. The sudden exposure was both humiliating and impossibly hot. 

“You’re hard again.” The other man noted, running his hands up Sunday’s legs before settling on his plush inner thighs. He couldn’t even try to cover himself anymore due to Aventurine physically blocking him.

“Shut up.” He hissed, stomach muscles tensing and jumping at the teasing, fleeting touches. His cock was already leaking pre-cum steadily onto his stomach, making him feel sticky. Thankfully (mortifyingly, rather) Aventurine gathered the fluid onto his fingers and popped them into his mouth. 

Sunday’s jaw fell slack at the lewd display while Aventurine looked like the cat that caught the canary. “What’s wrong?” He asked innocently, leaning down tauntingly.

“Don’t kiss me when you’ve—” Sunday trailed off, flustered.

“Of course.” He acquiesced easily, placing his lips on Sunday’s collarbone instead. He mouthed against the delicate skin, nipping it inconsistently but never breaking skin. Every time he teased him with teeth, he laved his tongue over the bite to soothe the reddened skin, repeating the process down to his sternum. Pausing in his ministrations, Aventurine suddenly moved his mouth to a nipple to flick the tip of his tongue against it. 

Sunday arched into the touch, startled at his own sensitivity. He continued to jerk uselessly while Aventurine explored his nipple teasingly, eventually sealing his mouth around the bud and sucking. 

The sudden jolt of pleasure made him instinctively push Aventurine’s head away. “No more.” He panted, the flush on his skin traveling down his neck and chest. 

“Hm.” Aventurine hummed in that self satisfied way. “So reactive…”

Sunday turned his head away, trying to ignore his cock pulsing from the stimulation. “Hurry up.”

“Pushy…” The gambler tittered, peeling himself away from Sunday to rummage through the bedside drawer. Sunday mourned the loss of his body heat, but remained perfectly still until the man returned from his escapade with a bottle of lube and condom in hand. 

The reality of the situation had suddenly dawned on Sunday. He was about to have sex for the first time. He was about to be penetrated by someone. Part of him was scared while the other part of him was practically vibrating with anticipation. 

“Are you still alright to continue?” Aventurine pressed, crawling back onto the bed but not quite approaching. “We don’t have to do penetration. Or you can back out entirely.”

Sunday hesitated, weighing both options heavily. This entire situation went completely beyond his norm. He wasn’t spontaneous or impulsive by any means. He didn’t gamble, nor did he make a habit of stumbling into other’s beds. The disruption of control and routine was terrifying, but also strangely liberating. If anything, he could negotiate with himself that he had already deviated so far from his plans that even this jump was reasonable. The hurdle of breaking his routine was the hardest on his psyche, really. 

He hadn’t realized he was chewing on his lip until he pulled himself away from his thoughts. It was a habit he had long since broken. And with a shuddering breath, he made his decision. “Go on.”

Aventurine’s troubled expression smoothed out at his answer. “Alright.” 

“Alright.” Sunday echoed his informal speak.

“The lube is going to feel weird.” Aventurine warned. “I’ll try to warm it up, but it will probably still be a little cold. It shouldn’t be sticky though. Just slick.”

He followed along with his words closely, nodding cautiously when he finished. And when Aventurine moved closer, he willingly parted his legs with minimal shame. 

“Ready?” The man asked after squeezing lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up.“Tell me if you need to stop.”

Sunday nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing for the intrusion. True to his word, the lube did feel strange and slightly cold. The weirdest feeling though was Aventurine’s finger sliding into him. His face twisted up into a grimace, but he didn’t tell him to stop. 

“You need to relax.” Aventurine’s voice was a surprisingly soothing balm. “I got you. Relax.”

Sunday forced himself to breathe and untense his muscles. With the gentle petting to his inner thigh, he eventually relaxed enough for Aventurine to move his finger. The sensation was still odd, but it felt less panic inducing. 

“There we go, good job.” Aventurine purred, running his free hand up and down his thigh while gently pushing his finger in and out. The praise made Sunday simultaneously melt and squirm in Aventurine grasp. “You like that?”

Sunday didn’t answer. His body spoke volumes though. 

“Ready for another finger?”

“Yes.” Sunday finally rasped, instinctually tensing up when another finger circled his rim. After a second, however, he relaxed and the finger slid inside of him. The second finger felt even stranger than the first, but it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as the first.

After giving him a second, Aventurine pumped his fingers in and out. The motion was almost soothing until the man crooked his fingers suddenly. The extreme spark of heat that licked up his spine made him instinctively arch into the touch. 

“Found it.” Aventurine said smugly. 

“Found—” Sunday started, but was cut off by another press to that spot. A high whine escaped from his parted lips as his hips once again bucked against Aventurine’s fingers. “You—” Another merciless press. 

“Oh you’re so fun to play with.” Aventurine cooed, circling his fingers in a massaging gesture. The constant onslaught of pleasure made Sunday writhe. He was torn between trying to wriggle away and grinding back down. “Look how eagerly you suck in my fingers.”

How humiliating. What was even more humiliating though was the whimper he let out at the dirty words. A steady stream of debauched noises followed the more Aventurine teased that spot inside of him. 

Just as the heat coiled in his gut unbearably, Aventurine stopped battering that spot and pulled his fingers out. The confused half whine that left Sunday’s mouth at the loss made the other man chuckle. “I’m coming back.” He murmured. 

True to his word, Aventurine slicked up his fingers again and pressed three against his entrance. The stretch of three fingers almost made him wince, but once they were seated inside of him the discomfort faded slightly. And when those three fingers teased the sensitive spot once more, Sunday borderline yelped. “I can’t—“ He cut himself off with a throaty groan. “Too much—“

“Alright, alright.” Aventurine conceded. “Do you think you’re ready for me?”

Sunday cracked open an eye as the boiling heat in his gut subsided. “Hurry up.”

“Demanding.” The gambler sighed, fake weary. Still, he pulled his fingers out and carefully wiped them on a washcloth he had likely grabbed with the lube and condom. After tearing open said condom, he dutifully rolled it down his flushed cock. He hadn’t even cum yet while Sunday had actually came once and nearly came several times after. 

Aventurine wiped his fingers again and shuffled closer. “Spread your legs further.” He instructed firmly, nodding approvingly when Sunday followed his directions. “Good. Just like that.” Sunday involuntarily inhaled sharply at the praise. “Feel free to hold on as tightly as you need.” 

The sudden shift from their earlier conversation was almost comical. Still, Sunday had no time to ruefully ponder before the blunt head of Aventurine’s cock nudged against his rim. He held his breath for a moment before remembering to breathe, exhaling sharply and letting his muscles slacken as Aventurine pushed inside of him.

The sensation was…nothing he had ever felt before. The stretch was uncomfortable at first—nearly making him believe he couldn’t possibly fit all of it inside of him. But after a few pauses and gentle rocking, Aventurine was fully seated inside of him.

Sunday felt a little dizzy. The burn had long since faded and had been replaced by a strangely delicious pulsing sensation. Dimly, he realized that was Aventurine’s cock twitching inside of him. He was inside of him.

Aventurine panted heavily from above him, his pupils blown wide as he stared down. Surely he had the self control of an aeon to not immediately start moving. Ironic considering his proclivity for impulsive decisions. 

After a few minutes of reveling in the sensation, Sunday spoke up. “Move.” He tried to sound commanding, but his voice cracked at the end of the word.

Aventurine didn’t need any other indication. His hands floated to Sunday’s waist as he pulled out a few inches and then slowly pushed back in. Both of them shivered in tandem. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he pulled back more and pushed in a little faster. The slide was addicting in the best way.

“More.” Sunday huffed, moving one of his shaking legs up to nudge Aventurine’s back with his heel. “I won’t break.”

The gambler huffed, his breathing still labored. “If you say so.” He pulled both of Sunday's legs up to settle on his hips. With the shift in position, the angle was suddenly so much deeper. Sunday could hardly process that though when Aventurine pulled out almost completely and thrusted back in. 

The twin gasps from both of them made them lock eyes. Aventurine’s hands flexed around his hips as if he were debating something. And then, the man leaned forward until he was practically on top of Sunday. It felt like he had slid impossibly deeper, scrambling all coherent thought.

“You feel…” Aventurine buried his face into Sunday’s neck, exhaling quickly. He never finished his sentence though—snapping his hips forward into his heat. The sudden movement earned a punched out groan from Sunday, which only spurred Aventurine on more.

His movements gradually increased from experimental pushes to deep, full bodied thrusts. It didn’t hurt in the slightest though. In fact, it made Sunday feel blissfully empty headed. The overpowering pleasure mixed with the slick slide of their bodies was an easy remedy to any sort of thought. And when Aventurine started to nibble on his neck, Sunday lost all sense of propriety. 

“So…” Sunday spoke in between frenzied moans. “Deep…”

Somehow his words made Aventurine’s hips stutter before finding their rhythm again. “Yeah? You like it?” He asked breathlessly, sucking the spot right under his ear. He couldn’t even find it in him to be angry that there would be a mark. 

“Mm.” Sunday turned his head away almost shyly. A punched out groan escaped a second later, however, when Aventurine paused his thrusts to grind his hips filthily. He didn’t even know how sex could feel even more overwhelming when he thought it had finally plateaued. 

“Don’t be shy.” Aventurine flicked his tongue against his earlobe, fucking him in earnest once more. “Tell me how much you love how deep I am.”

Sunday bit his lip, locking his legs around Aventurine’s waist so he couldn’t pull away. “I can’t.” He whined almost petulantly.

“You’re going to kill me.” The man huffed into his ear, not at all sounding aggrieved. “You don’t even know how lewd you look right now.”

Sunday short circuited at the idea of seeing how ruffled he must look. Somehow the idea didn’t violently turn him off, but rather sent another bolt of heat skittering downwards.

“You like me being inside that much, huh?” Aventurine goaded, pulling his hips up more and fucking into him more frantically. “Wrapping your legs around me…you know just how to drive me crazy.” He laughed breathlessly.

Strangely, Aventurine’s laugh is what brought him to the edge. He could tell the other man was close as well—his thrusts had started to become more erratic and jerky. 

“You’re close, right?” Aventurine murmured, squeezing his waist. “I am too. Let’s finish at the same time. You’ll be good for me, right?”

Sunday let out a garbled mewl as he tipped over the metaphorical edge. He dug his gloved fingers into Aventurine’s shoulders as he toppled into an almost violent orgasm that radiated throughout his entire body. Aventurine must have followed not long after, whining into his ear as his hips finally stuttered to a stop.

Both of them caught their breath raggedly as the high subsided. Sunday felt floaty and boneless, coming back to his senses in a sluggish daze. 

Aventurine had recovered slightly faster, pushing himself up to his hands shakily before pulling out. The loss had Sunday groaning as his hole fluttered around nothing. 

When Aventurine got up from the bed he suppressed the disappointment that welled up. Sunday closed his eyes while he regulated his breathing, preparing to do a walk of shame out of the hotel room before Aventurine returned with clean hands, an extra pair of boxers, and a wet rag. 

“Don’t try to get up.” The man warned, gently pressing him back down to the sheets. After he had gotten Sunday settled, he carefully wiped up the cum from his stomach as well as the lube between his thighs. Sunday twitched in discomfort when the washcloth passed over his well-used hole, but he did not complain in the slightest. 

As Aventurine cleaned him up dutifully, Sunday realized with some shred of mortification that his eyelids were drooping. Every time he blinked the time that passed seemed to last longer. And by the time Aventurine had slid the boxers onto him, he was already seconds away from passing out. 

At the very least, he could somewhat trust Aventurine not to stab him in the back while he slept. 

And true to the gambler’s word, he certainly did help him with the sleeping issues.

With that ironic thought, Sunday succumbed to the depths of slumber.