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[crisantemo]

[ 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. ]

[consonanter]

[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.]