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“You know, Aalto, in all the time we’ve known each other,” Camellya mutters, her breath unbearably warm on his lips and one hand shoved into his pants, “I never thought of you as a coward.”
“And I will not be breaking that record anytime soon,” Aalto says, slowly, as if one wrong word could set her off—which might as well be true, when it comes to Camellya. She raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, though her hand stays still. He can handle a (freakishly cold) hand on his dick for a second or two. “I was more concerned with preserving my dignity.”
Predictably, Camellya scoffs. Her free hand travels from the wall she’d pinned him to downwards to his chest, indifferent to her surroundings. She didn’t even bother dragging him into a less exposed corridor of the Bank of Life—a researcher or another Bloom Bearer could walk by at any time. She could not care any less.
“Dignity… What an idiotic notion.” She balls up her hand into a fist, and Aalto’s jacket gets caught in the crossfire with it. “Maybe I just like showing off my prized possessions. Maybe being one of them is far more dignified than any other bullshit you want to serve me.”
Aalto’s gaze narrows, his eyes staring right back into hers. She doesn’t blink. She rarely does.
“I didn’t realize I was one of your prized possessions,” he murmurs, perfectly aware that he isn’t any of that. Not in the actual meaning of the phrase, anyway, and likely also in the meaning she’s got in her head. Camellya has many whims and quirks. He just happens to be this month’s victim of the… handsy ones. Nothing more. “When were you going to inform me of that, dear colleague?”
“Now. Consider yourself informed.”
She lets go of his jacket and goes for his face instead, her fingertips digging into his cheeks in a less than delicate grip that has him squirming a little. He doesn’t do it on purpose. Another thing Camellya doesn’t care about.
“See, though, I doubt that’s acceptable by workplace standards—”
He’s cut off by Camellya’s hand giving his cock a merciless tug and a groan escaping his own throat in response.
“Boring!” she exclaims, the hand on his face forcibly pulling him closer, once, then twice, until Aalto finally stops resisting. “You’re lucky you’re pretty—I run out of patience very quickly.”
“I am well aware,” he manages, her fingers grasping his jaw so tight that the words come out half-mangled. She’s not going to give up until she gets what she wants, whether today or in two weeks—and how often does anyone other than her come down to the Bank of Life, anyway? Better here than the greenhouse—Camellya is not above ambushing him two steps away from the Shorekeeper. Plus, Encore isn’t allowed anywhere near Tethys’ Deep in the first place. She has a knack for finding him wherever he goes, and if there’s one thing that he doesn’t want her to see, it’s Aunt Camellya and Uncle Aalto engaging in friendly activities. “Some people could consider it a character flaw.”
“And those people,” she murmurs, so little distance between them that he can feel each quirk of her mouth against his own, “should find someone who cares.”
He allows himself a wistful sigh.
“Well, what can you say to that?”
“Absolutely nothing,” she says, then pushes him into the wall behind him so hard he feels one of his joints crack from the impact. The hand in his pants squeezes harder, sending a shiver down his spine, and she lets out a giggle that he would only describe as bordering on unhinged. “All that talk about dignity, yet you’re already so hard for me. Funny, isn’t it?”
“I’m not sure I would call it funny,” he says under his breath, every muscle in his legs stiffening at her touch.
He cannot remember the last time his dick has felt anyone’s touch but his own, Camellya is the complete opposite of hard on the eyes, objectively speaking, and he’s only a man before anything else—but she has a track record of not caring about logical explanations.
“I think it’s hilarious,” she says, following it up with another giggle.
Clearly not satisfied with their current arrangement, she tilts his chin up with her index finger, the grip of her hand loosening just enough to allow him that one movement, and shoves his pants down with her other hand. He bites back a whimper as his cock, now freed from the cage of his underwear, meets her skin once again. Having her hand already there for minutes on end did not prepare him for it—in between the almost unnatural chill of her touch and the contrast with the warmer air of the room, he still finds himself succumbing to a deep shudder, his cock twitching in her grasp.
“Camellya.” He closes his eyes for a moment, his body strung tight enough to resemble a ticking time bomb. “Don’t be a tease.”
“Oh, look who’s the impatient one now,” she purrs, her breath ghosting his lips. As if to mock him, her tongue darts out for a brief moment—just long enough to give his lower lip an experimental lick. When Aalto opens his eyes again, gaze half-lidded and dipped in just a touch of irritation, a small grin grows on her face. “It’s always so easy to rile you up, yet everyone speaks of you as this levelheaded, untouchable professional. Remember when you made that prank toy for Encore and got so pissed when I made fun of you for it? Perhaps… Am I just that special, I wonder?”
He closes his mouth, lips falling into a tight, straight line. Do not fall for the bait, he thinks, fingers itching. That’s how she gets you.
“Guess we will never know,” he says, eventually, gaze piercing through hers.
“Not with that attitude,” she says, lips morphing into a pout. When Aalto doesn’t react, she drags her hand up his cock in a firm, unnecessarily slow motion, until she gets a choked noise out of him. She chuckles to herself, then, falling into a rhythm stroke after stroke, drawn-out and deliberate. Aalto can hear got you before it even leaves her tongue. “You’re so cute.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he says, unable to keep the breathiness out of his voice. Despite the teasing, she’s good—her grip is heavy, all-encompassing in a way he hadn’t predicted, her fingers rubbing the shaft and the head in uncharacteristically soothing motions that settle in his gut like a frosty embrace. He’d forgotten what it felt like to have that, and he can tell that she knows. He underestimated her—and overestimated himself at the same time. “Save your breath.”
“Oh, Aalto,” she murmurs, leaning into his space until her lips graze the shell of his ear. “Is it flattery if I mean it?”
“Make this quick,” he says, ignoring her words. Seemingly unbothered, she keeps stroking his cock as if there’s nowhere else she’d rather be. Knowing her, maybe there isn’t. Not at the moment, at least, not until she fixates on something else and moves on. “Someone could walk in at any moment.”
“You say that as if it’s a bug and not a feature,” she says, then giggles again, amused by her own joke. Another, deeper stroke has him trembling around her. “Like I said, you’re mine now, and I want everyone to know I don’t like sharing.”
“I’m close,” he says, hopefully blunt enough to get the message across. “If there’s anything else you want to get out of this, you’d better do it now.”
“Bored of me already?” Camellya pouts again, then lowers her head a bit and rests her chin on his shoulder, face nestled in the crook of his neck. Her lips are warm on his skin and her teeth sharp as she bites into his flesh and then drags her tongue across it—her own misguided attempt at kissing it better, it seems, no doubt leaving behind what will blossom into a mark that he’ll struggle to cover for at least a week. His legs quiver as his body loses momentum, slumping a little against the wall. “Hehe. You seem to think I will get all I want out of you in merely one encounter… Like I said—you’re so cute, Aalto.”
“You—” he tries to say, just as she forces an orgasm out of him with a flick of her wrist.
“There!” she exclaims, exuding joy from every pore. Most of his cum ended up on her legs, yet she pays it no mind. There’s an extremely high chance that she made sure it would. “Quick as you asked! I did hear someone scurrying away on the other side of that door just now, though, so I’m afraid your dignity took a hit even with all my precautions. Oopsie.”
Aalto is too busy catching his breath and his lucidity to manage an answer, his heart hammering in his chest.
“I will see you soon,” she murmurs, then uses her cum-covered index finger to tilt his chin up and leave a feather-light kiss on his lips. “Tell Encore her auntie says hi.”
She’s gone in a flash, then, taking Aalto’s sanity away with her.