[ Gallagher's own voice is rough, nearly breathless. Sunset eyes narrow ever so slightly at Sunday because he doesn't trust that smile one bit. Not because he thinks the Halovian is going to hurt him, but more so because he can tell when someone has every intent to tease and humiliate others. Sunday seems like the type to get off on having this much control over someone, so—
His breath stutters into a soft groan. The audacity of this man to rub against him like that while pretending to be innocent. If he wasn't injured, Gallagher would have shoved him on the floor for that. ]
Now you're playing dirty, feathers. That's not fair.
[ One strong arm reaches to guide Sunday down on the couch, urging him to lie down so this Hound can loom over him. ]
[gallagher has read sunday like the holy texts sunday grew up on. he does get off on having absolute control over others. it's how he lives and breathes. and thank god gallagher is patient enough to teach him to eventually be able to practice it healthily. even if neither of them are focused on that yet - too busy living in the moment, at the fact that gallagher could disappear at any moment.
he looks up at gallagher. he should be wary - this man stabbed him. but... he's really shown that that was just. a tactic. to show him the truth. that it wasn't out of malice or spite, but out of... care for him. he sees that now.
he reaches up to place a hand on a stubbly cheek.]
Perhaps that's my precise intention, Hound.
[he folds a knee up to brush against him with more purpose this time, so gallagher knows what sunday is wanting. and it's him.]
[ Once the two of them are on the couch, he looms over the other man, observing him quietly this entire time. The hand resting on his cheek feels nice against his skin, prompting him to lean into it like a lost dog looking for simple affection. He doesn't want to lose this, and he knows it's selfish to think this way.
But with Sunday insistently pressing his knee against his cock, he loses all capabilities to think of anything else. His whole body shudders out of instinct, feeling just as touch-starved as the other man. ]
If that's the case...
[ Don't mind if he indulges.
He captures Sunday's mouth in another searing kiss, both hands now roaming all over the man's clothes. The Halovian has too many buttons and latches that he's half-tempted to start ripping the fabric apart, but he knows he'll get reprimanded for doing so. He takes his time to unwrap him, but whenever he loses patience, he rewards himself by cupping the other man's cock, palming him over his pants to tide them both over.
At the same time, he's moved on from kissing him to worrying the skin on his neck, wanting to leave pretty bruises that can't be hidden by clothes alone. ]
[inexperienced lips meet gallagher's, unsure what to do but simply following gallagher's lead whenever possible. he can feel the other's impatience, is ready to scold should he tear his clothing, but the hound is ever a good boy and seems to temper his impatience.
temper it by touching him, that is.
the touch is surprising, draws a breathy gasp from sunday. he's certainly been curious, and may have done an unholy deed here and there (with severe self-punishment afterward), but dear thousand-faced great one... it feels so different when it's someone else touching him. he squirms, even more so when gallagher directs his attention to his neck. he is quickly feeling overwhelmed and feeling way out of his element. he has to gain his sense of control back, he-
-he comes quickly with desperate little ahs before slumping against the couch. holy...
his entire body goes slack as he fights to catch his breath, hands clinging to gallagher for dear fucking life. he can't even find it in himself to be mad that his pants haven't come off yet (just wait for it, though).
[ Rather than wait for Sunday to come to that realization, Gallagher fishes him out of his pants unceremoniously, quickly sliding off the now stained piece of clothing from his legs along with his underwear just so rough fingers can wrap around his cock. He feels so pleased with himself for making Sunday cum this fast, but he's sure the man's inexperience also has something to do with it, so he won't tease him for what just happened.
Instead, he kisses him deeply, hungrily, wanting to steal every gasp and moan from the other until he can't think of anything else but this. The way their bodies are close. The way Gallagher is still touching him, tentatively, slowly, just so he doesn't hurt him past the oversensitivity.
His lips move from Sunday's to murmur hotly next to his ear. ]
Feeling good, angel?
[ It's excruciating to take this slow, but he doesn't want to rush after the man just reached his release. He'll give him some time to recover from it while he leaves lovebites all over his neck. ]
[sunday's flushed, his pale skin making it all the more obvious. he's not really embarrassed by his experience at least, but more just overwhelmed by everything that's going on right now. his legs are trembling, pale thighs shiny with his spend. it feels so incredibly sinful - is incredibly sinful. he's warring with himself if it's even okay to feel this way.
he doesn't have the time to worry about it, though, because he's swept up in gallagher's pace, his kiss. he truly can't think about anything or anyone else but gallagher. his weight, his warmth, his scent - the man simply encompasses him entirely, in a way sunday's never experienced before.]
I- just keep going-
[because admitting he feels good from carnal pleasures is definitely a sin. but... he's starting to like being a sinner in a sense, if it means getting to do this with gallagher. the wings on his head fold a little around his face, as if providing a protective barrier from all the sins of the world.
but... but he wants another kiss... he wants gallagher to do more... he wants more.]
[ The soft pleas earn a smile from Gallagher. He's all the more eager to grant every single one of Sunday's desires, no matter what they are. He leans in for another kiss, a second one, a third— he licks into the man's mouth, relishing his taste that reminds him of sweets and a sunny day. His fingers wipe the cum from the crown of Sunday's cock, gentle as he does so.
It feels surreal to be doing this with the former Head of the Oak Family, because the man has always made it a point to carry himself with dignity and respect. This sinful exchange between them, the old Hound never thought it would ever come to this. That something like this would ever happen. But he's here to make sure to take advantage, because it might be the last chance he'll ever get.
He pulls away from the kiss, sunset eyes narrowed and darkened with desire. His hands trail down Sunday's thighs, spreading him open to expose him some more. An obscene position, but it's necessary for what he wants to do next. ]
You sure you're ready for this, Sunday?
[ His cock looks strained behind his pants, but he rubs the bulge of it against the Halovian's taint, close to where he wants to be and yet still so far away. Even underneath the fabric, he looks huge, so he needs to know if this is what Sunday truly wants. ]
[and gallagher will be the ONLY one to see sunday like this, spread out and vulnerable and indulging in sin. so eager and wanting. so raw and selfish. once gallagher disappears into nothingness, no one will ever see him like that again as long as he lives.
it's not fair, that sunday has fallen to find the one who would love him so unconditionally... only for that man to fade away. perhaps it's punishment. perhaps a man like sunday deserves to find the most fleeting of desires only to lose it. but if this is the only moment of carnal passion he will experience, Thousand Faced One damn it all it's a memorable one.]
I'm not sure. I only know that- that I want you. And I want- no, I demand that you give me all of you-
[a soft sigh at the press of gallagher against him, and he wantonly cants his hips up for more. what 'more' contains is... honestly, somewhat of an unknown to sunday. he has the gist, of course, but- all he knows is. wherever that path takes him, he just wants to be with gallagher in any way he can. as close as two people, fictional or not, can get.]
[ It's a sight that Gallagher wants to drink in, wants to commit every little thing to memory because it's all he'll ever have in the embrace of sweet oblivion. He moves up to capture Sunday's mouth in a searing kiss, nearly desperate. If this is going to be their first, and their last— Gallagher wants to kiss him as much as he's able. ]
You'll always have all of me.
[ He murmurs against Sunday's lips before leaning back to survey the feast underneath him. Sunday is still wearing his shirt, but Gallagher thinks he'd like to have him remain wearing it. He'll unbutton it, however, as though unwrapping a present, wanting to indulge in the man's nipples while he continues to grind his cock against the other. ]
Even when I'm gone...
[ He'll make Sunday will remember him for the rest of his days. Perhaps it's unfair, but Gallagher is rarely ever selfish. He wants to ask for just this, and nothing else. ]
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His breath stutters into a soft groan. The audacity of this man to rub against him like that while pretending to be innocent. If he wasn't injured, Gallagher would have shoved him on the floor for that. ]
Now you're playing dirty, feathers. That's not fair.
[ One strong arm reaches to guide Sunday down on the couch, urging him to lie down so this Hound can loom over him. ]
I'll devour you if you're not careful.
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he looks up at gallagher. he should be wary - this man stabbed him. but... he's really shown that that was just. a tactic. to show him the truth. that it wasn't out of malice or spite, but out of... care for him. he sees that now.
he reaches up to place a hand on a stubbly cheek.]
Perhaps that's my precise intention, Hound.
[he folds a knee up to brush against him with more purpose this time, so gallagher knows what sunday is wanting. and it's him.]
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But with Sunday insistently pressing his knee against his cock, he loses all capabilities to think of anything else. His whole body shudders out of instinct, feeling just as touch-starved as the other man. ]
If that's the case...
[ Don't mind if he indulges.
He captures Sunday's mouth in another searing kiss, both hands now roaming all over the man's clothes. The Halovian has too many buttons and latches that he's half-tempted to start ripping the fabric apart, but he knows he'll get reprimanded for doing so. He takes his time to unwrap him, but whenever he loses patience, he rewards himself by cupping the other man's cock, palming him over his pants to tide them both over.
At the same time, he's moved on from kissing him to worrying the skin on his neck, wanting to leave pretty bruises that can't be hidden by clothes alone. ]
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temper it by touching him, that is.
the touch is surprising, draws a breathy gasp from sunday. he's certainly been curious, and may have done an unholy deed here and there (with severe self-punishment afterward), but dear thousand-faced great one... it feels so different when it's someone else touching him. he squirms, even more so when gallagher directs his attention to his neck. he is quickly feeling overwhelmed and feeling way out of his element. he has to gain his sense of control back, he-
-he comes quickly with desperate little ahs before slumping against the couch. holy...
his entire body goes slack as he fights to catch his breath, hands clinging to gallagher for dear fucking life. he can't even find it in himself to be mad that his pants haven't come off yet (just wait for it, though).
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Instead, he kisses him deeply, hungrily, wanting to steal every gasp and moan from the other until he can't think of anything else but this. The way their bodies are close. The way Gallagher is still touching him, tentatively, slowly, just so he doesn't hurt him past the oversensitivity.
His lips move from Sunday's to murmur hotly next to his ear. ]
Feeling good, angel?
[ It's excruciating to take this slow, but he doesn't want to rush after the man just reached his release. He'll give him some time to recover from it while he leaves lovebites all over his neck. ]
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he doesn't have the time to worry about it, though, because he's swept up in gallagher's pace, his kiss. he truly can't think about anything or anyone else but gallagher. his weight, his warmth, his scent - the man simply encompasses him entirely, in a way sunday's never experienced before.]
I- just keep going-
[because admitting he feels good from carnal pleasures is definitely a sin. but... he's starting to like being a sinner in a sense, if it means getting to do this with gallagher. the wings on his head fold a little around his face, as if providing a protective barrier from all the sins of the world.
but... but he wants another kiss... he wants gallagher to do more... he wants more.]
Give me more- please-
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It feels surreal to be doing this with the former Head of the Oak Family, because the man has always made it a point to carry himself with dignity and respect. This sinful exchange between them, the old Hound never thought it would ever come to this. That something like this would ever happen. But he's here to make sure to take advantage, because it might be the last chance he'll ever get.
He pulls away from the kiss, sunset eyes narrowed and darkened with desire. His hands trail down Sunday's thighs, spreading him open to expose him some more. An obscene position, but it's necessary for what he wants to do next. ]
You sure you're ready for this, Sunday?
[ His cock looks strained behind his pants, but he rubs the bulge of it against the Halovian's taint, close to where he wants to be and yet still so far away. Even underneath the fabric, he looks huge, so he needs to know if this is what Sunday truly wants. ]
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it's not fair, that sunday has fallen to find the one who would love him so unconditionally... only for that man to fade away. perhaps it's punishment. perhaps a man like sunday deserves to find the most fleeting of desires only to lose it. but if this is the only moment of carnal passion he will experience, Thousand Faced One damn it all it's a memorable one.]
I'm not sure. I only know that- that I want you. And I want- no, I demand that you give me all of you-
[a soft sigh at the press of gallagher against him, and he wantonly cants his hips up for more. what 'more' contains is... honestly, somewhat of an unknown to sunday. he has the gist, of course, but- all he knows is. wherever that path takes him, he just wants to be with gallagher in any way he can. as close as two people, fictional or not, can get.]
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You'll always have all of me.
[ He murmurs against Sunday's lips before leaning back to survey the feast underneath him. Sunday is still wearing his shirt, but Gallagher thinks he'd like to have him remain wearing it. He'll unbutton it, however, as though unwrapping a present, wanting to indulge in the man's nipples while he continues to grind his cock against the other. ]
Even when I'm gone...
[ He'll make Sunday will remember him for the rest of his days. Perhaps it's unfair, but Gallagher is rarely ever selfish. He wants to ask for just this, and nothing else. ]