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[The more she does this, the more Sunday wants to hiss her name and pull her out from under the desk. Not only is she a distraction, she's very clearly trying to do this when he's the main focus of the conversation. Even worse, she knows exactly what will get him wound up to the point of complete frustration, and that is the last thing he needs right now.

It still doesn't stop the quick jolt he does when he feels teeth against his stomach, then followed by a tongue. If no one were here, he'd be close to grumbling at her now, telling her to be patient and let him finish his work. But the stakes are higher here, and they're now in a game that he didn't sign up for- and unfortunately is now being forced to play.

Still, this isn't any different from her previous antics. It isn't. He can do this, he can ignore her and not give that much of a reaction at all. After all, this isn't Sunday's first time with Lapis testing him underneath his desk, and he'd like to think he's gotten better because of it. (He hasn't.)

"And as far as we're concerned, rebellion is always a potential if we let team members stray too far, no?"

"Quite right, sir, we can't have that sort of idea manifest in a group if we can help it."

"I also agree- any sort of disgruntled behavior needs to be immediately corrected."

He's about to add his own answer when he feels Lapis' head go lower, a tightness beginning to slowly wind into a coil in the pit of his stomach. Sunday doesn't dare think of the sight of her right now, long red hair between his legs and hands on his sides, jaw clenching as he wills himself to ignore it. Instead, he tunes back into the discussion, focusing on complacency and diligence in being loyal to the Black Order and their ways. The Halovian almost forgets for a moment that he has his visitor under his desk, mind racing to find the words he needs to say...

It's when she puts her mouth against his clothed cock, however, that all bets are off- there's a low sound that escapes his throat at that, Sunday quickly shutting his mouth after the fact. There doesn't seem to be any noticing, but he doesn't want to risk it, so he continues, once again ignoring Lapis' actions to try and rile him further. A hand splays outwards as he talks, trying to draw the group's attention to the conversation and not to anything involving him, specifically.]

Rebellion is always going to be an issue. It simply depends on if we can see the problems first before they truly become larger issues. Interfere too early, and we risk putting our reputation on the line. React too late, and we could end up in an even greater mess than what we started with.

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[ The smug little smile at his jolt is more felt than seen, knowing he's going to have a much harder time hiding his reactions from here. And while the mention of rebellion does catch Lapis' attention for a brief second, it's not enough to take her away from her self-imposed task to get under Sunday's skin as much as possible. It's why she doesn't do anything more between those lulls in conversation, letting him think he can get away with a coherent answer before kindly reminding him otherwise.

So it does take some willpower not to chuckle when she hears that low noise, knowing he's going to do his absolute best to ignore her now. Especially as he takes part in the conversation once more, giving nothing more than the faint brush of breath and light press of her lips against him while he speaks - not bothering to move or add any more pressure. No, she'll let him say his piece and wait.

Especially as she intends to makes things just that little bit more worse for him. Lips part when focus is once more brought on him, tongue pressing against the side of his cock through the thin fabric - trailing along the length of him. It's a languid drag of her tongue, indulgent and slow as if savouring the feeling of him through that flimsy barrier, before pressing her tongue against the tip. Her head dips back down to repeat the touch, tongue ever-so slowly dragging from base to tip in that - though the hand now reaching to the hem of his underwear, to tug it further down, hints towards what she has planned next.

Sunday is absolutely going to kill her after this is all over, and she will not regret a single second of it. ]

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[He hates how much he can tell how smug she is right now. If there is anything he knows well enough about her, it's how she enjoys trying to test every part of his patience as much as she can, if only because of how they are as people, and how this whole relationship between them has become. Sunday isn't a fool- she's doing this as retaliation, and he's pretty sure he knows why. Which means this is only going to continue to get worse- not that he expected anything less from her at this point.

She's given him a bit of reprieve for the moment, and he sighs, slowly forcing himself to breathe out and ignore the fact that Lapis is between his legs-]

"If we were to enact this, what would be our best approach? Any thoughts, Sunday?"

We'd be better off more than likely- [The heat and pleasure that suddenly comes from Lapis's tongue causes Sunday to stiffen, him clamping down on the pen in his mouth once again. Fuck. He has to pay attention to the meeting, he has to keep himself composed and act like nothing is happening, otherwise this can turn into something so much worse. Breathe, Sunday- breathe. Focus on your task, this is not the first time she's done something like this, just don't think about it. Of course, that works about as well as it usually does, and as he feels her tongue on his length trail a second time, he has to put a hand on his head to try and feign this "migraine" while also avoid giving away that there is someone quite literally blowing him from under his desk.

The unfortunate thing is that his cock is more than eager to get all this attention from Lapis, rising to the occasion and beginning to press against the fabric. Of course, she entertains the notion as her hand goes to fully unclothe him, and Sunday wants to scream. Instead, he grits his teeth and pushes the air through his nose, doing his damnedest to ignore what's going to happen next.] -to use both observation as well as connections. Should they show interest or perhaps be attached to someone or something that the Black Order knows about, we can use that to our advantage.

[He hates everything right about now- and his own form of retaliation is going to have to wait until he can get these people out of his office. Dammit.]