[ Gallagher refrains from saying anythig else, because he can't guarantee that he'll manage to exist forever. At least, if he teaches Sunday his skills, then a part of him will remain with the other man even if it isn't something tangible.
( Sunday savors more of the drink before putting it down again. His eyes are settled deeply on him - Gallagher knows how much Sunday reads into things, how paranoid he is. This drink might as well be named Goodbye. )
Fine.
( He knows what this is, anyway. It crushes his soul unlike anything else, but if he can't escape a dream with Gallagher at his side, then he rather wake up without regrets. )
[ There's something about the way Sunday acquiesces that breaks his heart. He didn't think something like this was still possible given how close he is to the end of the line, but he knows that the man before him will always be one of his regrets. If only because he doesn't know how he can stay with him beyond this beautiful dream.
He reaches for Sunday's face, caressing the side of it with his palm. ]
Hey. You know you can ask to do something else.
[ In case Sunday is truly not interested... Then again, he knows there's more to it than just that. ]
( He'll miss the way Gallagher sees through him like this, even if it comes at a mildly embarrassing price. Sunday presses his palm over his hand, briefly out of breath because - well - reasons. This means he doesn't have much time left, and if this is their last time together.
No. He doesn't want to think about it.
Instead, Sunday reaches for his stubbled jawline, lifting himself on his tippy toes so he can press a hungry kiss on him. He always smells like this - half of old nicotine and his own sense of ragged beauty. He pushes him against the back of the counter, kissing him over and over like he's trying to mend him together via kisses alone. )
Sunday kisses him like this is going to be the last time, but the sad thing is that they both know it will be. They can't call this a bad dream, because tomorrow is never going to come for Gallagher, and that's simply the reality they have to live with now.
He kisses back, just as hungry, just as desperate. His arms wind around Sunday's small waist and pulls him close, unwilling to let go even if the man begs him for air. If this is going to be the last time, then he wants to make sure it'll be one the Halovian will remember for the rest of his life. He kisses him again, and again, nipping at his bottom lip. ]
Sunday—
[ He murmurs, asking for permission. He knows he already has it, but it serves as a warning too. ]
( He whispers between their mouths kissing and nipping at each other, words lost between every breath shared between them. Sunday's hands slide around his nape, clutching that soft hair of his to keep him just as close. If there is anything real about this moment is his this pounding heart aching for him. I don't want to lose you. I can't.
He grinds his hips against him, encouraging him to keep on holding onto his waist and perhaps to do even more than that. He doesn't care where it happens. If they don't do it now, he will never get this chance again.
So he pulls away roughly, gasping sweetly so he can messily undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt. His vest, his belt. )
I know, angel. [ Gallagher murmurs against his lips, soft and withering. ] I know.
[ Everything he wants is here too. He tightens his grasp around Sunday, kissing him more and more with every intent to devour him. Things have never felt this desperate before, this hopeless. It always felt like they had all the time in the world, but Gallagher knows that's no longer the case.
Still, he reaches for Sunday's hands and stills them. He pulls back just a fraction to smile at him. ]
If you rush, it'll be over before you know it.
[ So it's better if they take their time, even if it feels like they don't have much left.
He kisses him again, his hands gliding down the fabric of Sunday's clothes as he begins to peel them off. His vestments, his coat. All the way until his fingers snag against the cross-shaped holes of Sunday's gloves, touching pale skin. His lips move to start nipping at the curve of his neck as he continues to undress him, taking his time even though his cock is already hard and aching.
The last thing he wants is for this to be over, so he'll savour it until he no longer can. ]
( A smile like the one he offered must hurt to deliver. Even Sunday can't find it within him to offer one of his own - but Gallagher is stronger. He glances down at their hands still touching the metal on his belt. )
I'll stay as long as we need.
( He says under his breath until the words are practically between those lips of his, permeating their misery and fate while Gallagher works on undressing him. He tries to aid him by shrugging off his shoulders, or leaving his overcoat to fall at his feet.
He breaks off the kiss to let out a sweet sigh, head tilted for him to find the space at his neck. Every feather on him is sensitive at the root, stretching widely for him. Sunday can't help leaving his hands not doing anything, so he forces them back on Gallagher's pants, unzipping him over that large lump of cock tenting over.
The sight of his size again leaves him dry in the mouth, and he pulls himself away so he can properly get rid of his shoes and pants. He wastes no time cupping him by his jawline and feels every jagged stubble. )
[ The question earns a soft smile from the Hound, his teeth grazing at the sensitive flesh of Sunday's neck. When the pretty angel is mostly naked before him, Gallagher's eyes takes it all in, sunset hues darkening as the other man feels the stubble on his chin. He neaks in a quick kiss. ]
Anything you want, Sunday. I'll grant it.
[ That, and Gallagher doesn't want their last time to be on the kitchen counter despite how many times they've done it there too. He picks up the other man, letting him cling to him nice and proper before making his way over to the bedroom. His feet nudges the door open, and soon he lays Sunday on the mattress. The sheets are a mess, but he's never felt the need to fix them up.
His arms bracket the other man below him, the fondness never leaving his eyes. ]
Even now, you're as radiant as ever.
[ And so he kisses him again, soft, sweet, and yearning. His cock aches to be deep inside Sunday's heat, but he wants to take his time just like he said. He wants to savour this. His fingers skim along Sunday's sides, ghosting over his skin until he can tease his nipples, coaxing them to harden. ]
Even now— it’s almost odd hearing you call me by my name.
( He says under his breath like it’s their secret. Sunday’s touch on Gallagher is begging to coax more of those callings, incessantly through the night. It feels like aeons have gone by since he last heard this man take pleasure for himself.
He laces his arm around his shoulder to help his weight hold on— not like he needs to. In this dream anything is possible, that is anything except what he wants most.
Unlike Gallagher, strong and slow as he’s trying to take this, Sunday is more impatient. He feels the waves of Asdana tearing through space as he’s laid on his bed.
Even his scent is a distant memory now. He urges his arms around his neck to pull him close, spreading his wings in full display while their mouths connect. He’s warm as always as he savors his tongue, sucking and kissing his lips in any way he can.
He can’t help a soft moan escape as those large hands touch him down his sides and teasing his nipples. The sensation of pure delight is a shot right to his cock, too. )
[ Gallagher murmurs against Sunday's skin, peppering him with kisses while he coaxes the man's nipples to rise into stiff peaks. He pinches one rosy nub as his other hand moves lower, sliding down his waist, his hip, until he can trace lazy patterns on a pale thigh. Sunday's skin feels so soft, smooth. Gallagher marvels at how lucky he is that he gets to be this close with an ethereal being.
To be able to call this beautiful man his. Even if it won't last forever, not after today.
The urgency of the situation isn't lost on him, especially when Sunday is silently begging him to hurry. Gallagher finds himself torn between what they both want. Time is an ever-looming threat, and he knows he's running on borrowed minutes at this point. Still, he wants to worship Sunday like he always has, kissing every patch of skin, leaving marks where he can. If all that will be left of him are these small bruises, then he wants to leave as many as he can. As many as Sunday will allow.
It's not long that his fingers wrap around the other man's cock too, stroking him slowly. ]
( It's not bad at all, really. Anything that comes out of Gallagher's mouth, every sound or kiss is thoroughly cemented to this moment. Sunday utters like his words are a secret as the fabric of space keeps stretching their time together thinner.
Nerves are needling every part of him, sending hot rushes through him after Gallagher is done devouring his nipples and spreading love throughout him. The idea of this lasting forever is so serene that he momentarily forgets they're on borrowed time.
So he grabs him by his face as they kiss, breathing deeply as he takes in his scent and warmth.
He's just as hard in real life, comfortable in his warm, lonely bed as he is right now in this beautiful dream. He gasps as soon as Gallagher grips and strokes his cock. He grabs around his head to latch his hands into his hair, pulling their foreheads together. )
[ Gallagher can't help but smile as Sunday brings their foreheads together, drinking in every word, every confession like they're a benediction granted by the gods. He knows that a lowly sinner like him can't bask in their radiance, but so long as Sunday wants him and only him, then nothing else matters. Sunday's wishes are more than enough for him.
He kisses the man once more as he strokes his cock, paying close attention to the underside of the length while he also rubs at the crown. Precum smears easily the more he does it, and once he's satisfied, he moves on to spreading Sunday's legs. An obscene position, one that he makes up by soothing the other with kisses pressed against his skin. He nibbles at Sunday's collarbone before bringing two fingers up, pressing them at his lips. ]
Wanna get them ready for me, birdie?
[ It's not like they need proper preparation considering this is the Dreamscape, but— He wants to watch Sunday sucking on his fingers one last time, before everything goes dark for him. A selfish desire, one he hopes the other man will indulge him on. ]
( He whispers under his breath, feeling nerves heat between his legs as Gallagher rubs around his crown and spreads heated precum around him. His cock pulses for it, for the warmth of his hand spreading all this attention like it's a blessing from the gods.
He reaches down between their bodies so he can also grip his sack closer in tandem with Gallagher's hand, opening his mouth wide around his fingers. He doesn't miss a chance to keep watching those red eyes of his, savoring his tongue between them and sucking them as far down as he can, releasing moans and feeling tears swell in the corner of his eyes. Sure, he's still not an expert with this, but he'll bless every request Gallagher can come up with. This is his night, their goodbye.
A leg spreads around his torso, digging a heel into the small of his back while his cheeks hollow for him, leaving saliva to trickle down the sides of his mouth. He squirms slightly at the feeling of those lips left free to explore other parts of his body while he sucks on his fingers. They're so thick, just like everything about him. )
[ Sunset eyes meet the hues of the golden sun as Gallagher returns Sunday's gaze. He watches him as that sinful tongue coats his fingers with saliva, as pretty noises keep spilling out of that beautiful mouth. The Hound wants to kiss him so badly, but he's enjoying the view, so he strokes him just a little bit faster to drown him in pleasure. ]
Just like that, birdie. Just like that.
[ He brings the man's other leg up, hooking it over his shoulder just so he can press kisses against his calf, all the while keeping his eyes on the man. His erection sits right next to Sunday's, his fingers wrapping around both their lengths now as he strokes them nice and slow. ]
Ready for the next part?
[ He retrieves his other hand now that his fingers are thoroughly wet, the tips of them teasing the rim of Sunday's entrance. ]
( His tongue slivers between his fingers, savoring him as much as he can without making himself gag. They're a blissful distraction for yet even more delightful sensations like his grip stroking his needy cock. Sunday's more sensitive than ever like this, legs spreading wider for him to welcome his thicker frame to lean in.
He gasps with every gentle touch, nerves crawl on his calf, accentuated by the sight of him devouring him in every way. It has been so long since he felt Gallagher this close, so long since that wonderful night doing it over and over just as a true dream should be. )
How long do we have...?
( Is the way he answers, uttering carefully as if he's afraid to remind him of the reality ahead. Sunday reaches down to squeeze their cocks together, twitching for him, and adjusting himself so he can press his fingers better against his hole. Even like this, his abdomen is completely taken by butterflies and anticipation, and he nods quietly while he appreciates his body and their cocks pressed together. )
[ Sunday looks radiant underneath him, just like the dawn of a new day. Gallagher thinks his presence has always been a blight when he's right next to Sunday, but when it's just the two of them — when they're stripped down to just Sunday and Gallagher — he thinks they're puzzle pieces that fit just right. Maybe it took a few tries, but they slotted right into place in the end.
The smile that breaks the look on his face is tired, but no less genuine. ]
I don't know. [ The painful truth. Gallagher knows he's already pushing it, but perhaps this play will allow him to keep going until he's ready to face the curtain call. ] But I'm here until it's over.
[ He teases the rim of Sunday's entrance, watching the man as he strokes their cocks together. It's difficult to lean forward without bending Sunday's leg along with him, so he puts his leg down before moving in to kiss the man on the lips. ]
Do you regret it?
[ It's not like he didn't try to reach out. The two of them are so similar, and yet so far apart. Sunday was always out of his reach because the man never looked his way despite how many times he tried. ]
( It’s difficult keeping a train of thought when he feels Gallagher’s absolute heat against him. His hand wraps around his entire cock, tracing it down and up again in pure worship. Pressed against his own, he becomes so impatient and desperate. Hungry to be filled unlike anything else before.
He muffles a moan against his lips, spreading his legs further for him once he’s able to place it on the bed again.
That tight entry relaxes with his touches and finger tracing it, far too eager than he is ready. Not like it matters as much here in the dream.
He closes his eyes, locking their lips gently as he cups his face using his other hand— his lips tremble. )
[ Maybe this is the wrong time to bring up past mistakes, but if not now, then neither of them will ever have the chance to revisit this in the future. He kisses Sunday after he receives the man's answer, hoping it might soothe his regrets. There's little they can do about the passing of time, so he can only make sure he leaves here with nothing else left unsaid. ]
You're not alone in that, angel. I wish we could've better spent that time.
[ With each other, and not at opposing paths. ]
But I'll make you feel good tonight, so you can think about this instead of what we never had.
[ He slips his his finger past the resistance, feeling the heat of Sunday's body flutter around him. It takes him a few cursory thrusts before he slips another, slowly preparing the other man for what they both want (and need).
His hips thrust against Sunday's hand, rubbing his cock along the length next to him. The friction this create draws out a soft groan from him because it feels electrifying. He does it again because he can't get enough of it, rutting against him persistently like a starved man. ]
( Regrets are what amplify all the searing love spread across his skin from every touch Gallagher gives him. Though there comes a point where Sunday only focuses on it and those large hands, or that finger prying into him.
His legs spread wider, spine tensing as he tries to lift himself on his elbows to glance between their bodies. Or Gallagher’s heavy body thrusting their cocks together— he’s so thick on his hand it makes Sunday twitch against him.
When a second finger goes in, he can’t help but let out a soft moan— biting his lip to keep quieter. The initial burst of slight pain eases the more he fucks him with his fingers, relaxing the tension. He glances up at him, breathing harder and gripping that large cock around its head. )
[ That brings another sad smile to Gallagher's face. ]
Won't that make you miss me too much?
[ Of course, a part of him is pleased by the thought. He doesn't want Sunday to forget him either, if only because that's one way to live on even as his existence is slowly erased by the ending of his story. At the same time, however, he doesn't want to subject the other man to such a lonely fate.
He quickens the pace of his fingers, slipping a third to mimic his girth. It's nowhere close to it, but it'll have to be enough. ]
... But if that's what you want, then I'll have to make sure to leave you with a pleasant memory.
[ Soon, he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock. A bottle of oil is procured somehow (even if it hardly matters because they're in a dream), the liquid spilling over his length before he tests the resistance. ]
Tell me if it hurts.
[ It's the only warning Sunday gets before Gallagher starts to push in, fighting against how tight this lovely heat is. He's taking it slow just in case, but even his patience is running thin. ]
( He rather feel the ache in his heart knowing his time with Gallagher was real than not have him for a second. His throat clenches trying to keep himself at a low volume, focusing on the large body overtaking every one of his senses.
He grips the sheets at his sides, trembling as another thick finger slides into him to stretch him. The way his breath gives away wavers, gasping in as he tries to prop himself on his elbows. He’s not so ashamed anymore to enjoy how the pain ebbs into pleasure once his fingers graze over the most sensitive place inside him.
He doesn’t want it to end. Tendons over his knuckles whiten the harder he resists the need to break out moaning, just so he can watch that large cock get lubed up for him. Every vein glistens in the dim darkness, too.
That empty sensation after his fingers left him is replaced by his hot cockhead, slipping that tightness that shuts around his girth. His cock twitches, leaking precum as he pushes in steadily. )
It’s… fine.
( He swallows— maybe it’s due to the fact his body is in reality, but part of him feels Gallagher far closer than ever. He leans back again, breathing harder and reaching down to stroke himself, squeezing around his tip and his balls. )
[ Getting the approval to move nearly breaks his resolve to keep it together.
Sunday already feels so exquisite around his cock, tight, velvety heat that clings to every inch of his length as he sinks all the way in. A soft groan escapes, a pleased noise that barely conveys just how good this feels. He knows it'll feel even better once he begins a steady pace, so he pulls out until just the tip of his cock remains and thrusts right back in. ]
Sunday—
[ Murmured so reverently, whispered against the man's skin like a prayer as he latches onto Sunday's neck with his teeth. He worries the flesh until a pretty bruise blooms, soothing the ache with his tongue as he falls into a nice rhythm. He's still taking his time, fingers mapping out the contours of the man's body underneath him as he touches him where he knows he's most sensitive.
His nipples, his inner thighs— the heavy weight of his balls filled with cum. He's even bold enough to tease the rim of Sunday's entrance, right where his clock slides home again and again. ]
You're taking me so well, angel.
[ It's almost as if the man doesn't want to let him go. ]
( When Sunday hears his name slip out of Gallagher's mouth, he feels like his entire world crashes into place. It makes him choke through a gasp as if he's falling, so he reaches for the sheets once again to keep his body from arching away in pure bliss.
Instead, both legs drape themselves around the thicker frame to lock his ankles around him but they don't hold on as tight as his ass grips the shape of his cock.
He can barely take a proper breath. )
Don't... Let go.
( He tilts his head against the pillow, wings spreading out as the bliss and heat inside him rush through his nerves. His cock drips precum with every thrust as Gallagher starts pumping his weight and body into him. Feeling that teasing around his rim when he's stretched out to this degree immediately makes his eyes widen.
He can't stop a moan from breaking away just as the outer shell of Asada tears away the fibers of this dream, of everything keeping him together. His halo flares with light. )
[ It's not as though Gallagher has any plans of letting go either, not when he already has Sunday like this, spread out underneath him and blissed out on his cock. His hands move away from his entrance, gripping the man's hips tightly instead to keep him right where he wants. ]
But you look so good when I tease you like this.
[ And yet he stops, just as asked.
He angles his thrusts just right, wanting to find that spot he knows will make Sunday sing. It's hard to resist bending low to shower the Halovian with kisses, to drag his teeth along the edge of his wings. With slender legs locked around him, he doesn't have much room to move, but at least he can keep the new angle as he gradually picks up the pace. ]
Is this how you like it, angel?
[ His pace slows down just a fraction, making it easier to slide into Sunday's tight heat, hard and steady. ]
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[ Gallagher refrains from saying anythig else, because he can't guarantee that he'll manage to exist forever. At least, if he teaches Sunday his skills, then a part of him will remain with the other man even if it isn't something tangible.
He clinks his glass against Sunday's. ]
What do you think?
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Fine.
( He knows what this is, anyway. It crushes his soul unlike anything else, but if he can't escape a dream with Gallagher at his side, then he rather wake up without regrets. )
Teach me.
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He reaches for Sunday's face, caressing the side of it with his palm. ]
Hey. You know you can ask to do something else.
[ In case Sunday is truly not interested... Then again, he knows there's more to it than just that. ]
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No. He doesn't want to think about it.
Instead, Sunday reaches for his stubbled jawline, lifting himself on his tippy toes so he can press a hungry kiss on him. He always smells like this - half of old nicotine and his own sense of ragged beauty. He pushes him against the back of the counter, kissing him over and over like he's trying to mend him together via kisses alone. )
Please.
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Sunday kisses him like this is going to be the last time, but the sad thing is that they both know it will be. They can't call this a bad dream, because tomorrow is never going to come for Gallagher, and that's simply the reality they have to live with now.
He kisses back, just as hungry, just as desperate. His arms wind around Sunday's small waist and pulls him close, unwilling to let go even if the man begs him for air. If this is going to be the last time, then he wants to make sure it'll be one the Halovian will remember for the rest of his life. He kisses him again, and again, nipping at his bottom lip. ]
Sunday—
[ He murmurs, asking for permission. He knows he already has it, but it serves as a warning too. ]
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( He whispers between their mouths kissing and nipping at each other, words lost between every breath shared between them. Sunday's hands slide around his nape, clutching that soft hair of his to keep him just as close. If there is anything real about this moment is his this pounding heart aching for him. I don't want to lose you. I can't.
He grinds his hips against him, encouraging him to keep on holding onto his waist and perhaps to do even more than that. He doesn't care where it happens. If they don't do it now, he will never get this chance again.
So he pulls away roughly, gasping sweetly so he can messily undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt. His vest, his belt. )
There's no time.
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[ Everything he wants is here too. He tightens his grasp around Sunday, kissing him more and more with every intent to devour him. Things have never felt this desperate before, this hopeless. It always felt like they had all the time in the world, but Gallagher knows that's no longer the case.
Still, he reaches for Sunday's hands and stills them. He pulls back just a fraction to smile at him. ]
If you rush, it'll be over before you know it.
[ So it's better if they take their time, even if it feels like they don't have much left.
He kisses him again, his hands gliding down the fabric of Sunday's clothes as he begins to peel them off. His vestments, his coat. All the way until his fingers snag against the cross-shaped holes of Sunday's gloves, touching pale skin. His lips move to start nipping at the curve of his neck as he continues to undress him, taking his time even though his cock is already hard and aching.
The last thing he wants is for this to be over, so he'll savour it until he no longer can. ]
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I'll stay as long as we need.
( He says under his breath until the words are practically between those lips of his, permeating their misery and fate while Gallagher works on undressing him. He tries to aid him by shrugging off his shoulders, or leaving his overcoat to fall at his feet.
He breaks off the kiss to let out a sweet sigh, head tilted for him to find the space at his neck. Every feather on him is sensitive at the root, stretching widely for him. Sunday can't help leaving his hands not doing anything, so he forces them back on Gallagher's pants, unzipping him over that large lump of cock tenting over.
The sight of his size again leaves him dry in the mouth, and he pulls himself away so he can properly get rid of his shoes and pants. He wastes no time cupping him by his jawline and feels every jagged stubble. )
Can we do it in the bed?
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Anything you want, Sunday. I'll grant it.
[ That, and Gallagher doesn't want their last time to be on the kitchen counter despite how many times they've done it there too. He picks up the other man, letting him cling to him nice and proper before making his way over to the bedroom. His feet nudges the door open, and soon he lays Sunday on the mattress. The sheets are a mess, but he's never felt the need to fix them up.
His arms bracket the other man below him, the fondness never leaving his eyes. ]
Even now, you're as radiant as ever.
[ And so he kisses him again, soft, sweet, and yearning. His cock aches to be deep inside Sunday's heat, but he wants to take his time just like he said. He wants to savour this. His fingers skim along Sunday's sides, ghosting over his skin until he can tease his nipples, coaxing them to harden. ]
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( He says under his breath like it’s their secret. Sunday’s touch on Gallagher is begging to coax more of those callings, incessantly through the night. It feels like aeons have gone by since he last heard this man take pleasure for himself.
He laces his arm around his shoulder to help his weight hold on— not like he needs to. In this dream anything is possible, that is anything except what he wants most.
Unlike Gallagher, strong and slow as he’s trying to take this, Sunday is more impatient. He feels the waves of Asdana tearing through space as he’s laid on his bed.
Even his scent is a distant memory now. He urges his arms around his neck to pull him close, spreading his wings in full display while their mouths connect. He’s warm as always as he savors his tongue, sucking and kissing his lips in any way he can.
He can’t help a soft moan escape as those large hands touch him down his sides and teasing his nipples. The sensation of pure delight is a shot right to his cock, too. )
Gallagher…
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[ Gallagher murmurs against Sunday's skin, peppering him with kisses while he coaxes the man's nipples to rise into stiff peaks. He pinches one rosy nub as his other hand moves lower, sliding down his waist, his hip, until he can trace lazy patterns on a pale thigh. Sunday's skin feels so soft, smooth. Gallagher marvels at how lucky he is that he gets to be this close with an ethereal being.
To be able to call this beautiful man his. Even if it won't last forever, not after today.
The urgency of the situation isn't lost on him, especially when Sunday is silently begging him to hurry. Gallagher finds himself torn between what they both want. Time is an ever-looming threat, and he knows he's running on borrowed minutes at this point. Still, he wants to worship Sunday like he always has, kissing every patch of skin, leaving marks where he can. If all that will be left of him are these small bruises, then he wants to leave as many as he can. As many as Sunday will allow.
It's not long that his fingers wrap around the other man's cock too, stroking him slowly. ]
Feeling good, angel?
[ He wants to know everything. ]
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( It's not bad at all, really. Anything that comes out of Gallagher's mouth, every sound or kiss is thoroughly cemented to this moment. Sunday utters like his words are a secret as the fabric of space keeps stretching their time together thinner.
Nerves are needling every part of him, sending hot rushes through him after Gallagher is done devouring his nipples and spreading love throughout him. The idea of this lasting forever is so serene that he momentarily forgets they're on borrowed time.
So he grabs him by his face as they kiss, breathing deeply as he takes in his scent and warmth.
He's just as hard in real life, comfortable in his warm, lonely bed as he is right now in this beautiful dream. He gasps as soon as Gallagher grips and strokes his cock. He grabs around his head to latch his hands into his hair, pulling their foreheads together. )
Yes. I don't want anybody else but you.
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He kisses the man once more as he strokes his cock, paying close attention to the underside of the length while he also rubs at the crown. Precum smears easily the more he does it, and once he's satisfied, he moves on to spreading Sunday's legs. An obscene position, one that he makes up by soothing the other with kisses pressed against his skin. He nibbles at Sunday's collarbone before bringing two fingers up, pressing them at his lips. ]
Wanna get them ready for me, birdie?
[ It's not like they need proper preparation considering this is the Dreamscape, but— He wants to watch Sunday sucking on his fingers one last time, before everything goes dark for him. A selfish desire, one he hopes the other man will indulge him on. ]
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( He whispers under his breath, feeling nerves heat between his legs as Gallagher rubs around his crown and spreads heated precum around him. His cock pulses for it, for the warmth of his hand spreading all this attention like it's a blessing from the gods.
He reaches down between their bodies so he can also grip his sack closer in tandem with Gallagher's hand, opening his mouth wide around his fingers. He doesn't miss a chance to keep watching those red eyes of his, savoring his tongue between them and sucking them as far down as he can, releasing moans and feeling tears swell in the corner of his eyes. Sure, he's still not an expert with this, but he'll bless every request Gallagher can come up with. This is his night, their goodbye.
A leg spreads around his torso, digging a heel into the small of his back while his cheeks hollow for him, leaving saliva to trickle down the sides of his mouth. He squirms slightly at the feeling of those lips left free to explore other parts of his body while he sucks on his fingers. They're so thick, just like everything about him. )
Mmmhh.
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Just like that, birdie. Just like that.
[ He brings the man's other leg up, hooking it over his shoulder just so he can press kisses against his calf, all the while keeping his eyes on the man. His erection sits right next to Sunday's, his fingers wrapping around both their lengths now as he strokes them nice and slow. ]
Ready for the next part?
[ He retrieves his other hand now that his fingers are thoroughly wet, the tips of them teasing the rim of Sunday's entrance. ]
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( His tongue slivers between his fingers, savoring him as much as he can without making himself gag. They're a blissful distraction for yet even more delightful sensations like his grip stroking his needy cock. Sunday's more sensitive than ever like this, legs spreading wider for him to welcome his thicker frame to lean in.
He gasps with every gentle touch, nerves crawl on his calf, accentuated by the sight of him devouring him in every way. It has been so long since he felt Gallagher this close, so long since that wonderful night doing it over and over just as a true dream should be. )
How long do we have...?
( Is the way he answers, uttering carefully as if he's afraid to remind him of the reality ahead. Sunday reaches down to squeeze their cocks together, twitching for him, and adjusting himself so he can press his fingers better against his hole. Even like this, his abdomen is completely taken by butterflies and anticipation, and he nods quietly while he appreciates his body and their cocks pressed together. )
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have pushed you away before.
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The smile that breaks the look on his face is tired, but no less genuine. ]
I don't know. [ The painful truth. Gallagher knows he's already pushing it, but perhaps this play will allow him to keep going until he's ready to face the curtain call. ] But I'm here until it's over.
[ He teases the rim of Sunday's entrance, watching the man as he strokes their cocks together. It's difficult to lean forward without bending Sunday's leg along with him, so he puts his leg down before moving in to kiss the man on the lips. ]
Do you regret it?
[ It's not like he didn't try to reach out. The two of them are so similar, and yet so far apart. Sunday was always out of his reach because the man never looked his way despite how many times he tried. ]
We can only make up for all that lost time now.
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( It’s difficult keeping a train of thought when he feels Gallagher’s absolute heat against him. His hand wraps around his entire cock, tracing it down and up again in pure worship. Pressed against his own, he becomes so impatient and desperate. Hungry to be filled unlike anything else before.
He muffles a moan against his lips, spreading his legs further for him once he’s able to place it on the bed again.
That tight entry relaxes with his touches and finger tracing it, far too eager than he is ready. Not like it matters as much here in the dream.
He closes his eyes, locking their lips gently as he cups his face using his other hand— his lips tremble. )
I do regret it. Every second lost.
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You're not alone in that, angel. I wish we could've better spent that time.
[ With each other, and not at opposing paths. ]
But I'll make you feel good tonight, so you can think about this instead of what we never had.
[ He slips his his finger past the resistance, feeling the heat of Sunday's body flutter around him. It takes him a few cursory thrusts before he slips another, slowly preparing the other man for what they both want (and need).
His hips thrust against Sunday's hand, rubbing his cock along the length next to him. The friction this create draws out a soft groan from him because it feels electrifying. He does it again because he can't get enough of it, rutting against him persistently like a starved man. ]
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His legs spread wider, spine tensing as he tries to lift himself on his elbows to glance between their bodies. Or Gallagher’s heavy body thrusting their cocks together— he’s so thick on his hand it makes Sunday twitch against him.
When a second finger goes in, he can’t help but let out a soft moan— biting his lip to keep quieter. The initial burst of slight pain eases the more he fucks him with his fingers, relaxing the tension. He glances up at him, breathing harder and gripping that large cock around its head. )
I’ll never forget this. Or you.
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Won't that make you miss me too much?
[ Of course, a part of him is pleased by the thought. He doesn't want Sunday to forget him either, if only because that's one way to live on even as his existence is slowly erased by the ending of his story. At the same time, however, he doesn't want to subject the other man to such a lonely fate.
He quickens the pace of his fingers, slipping a third to mimic his girth. It's nowhere close to it, but it'll have to be enough. ]
... But if that's what you want, then I'll have to make sure to leave you with a pleasant memory.
[ Soon, he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock. A bottle of oil is procured somehow (even if it hardly matters because they're in a dream), the liquid spilling over his length before he tests the resistance. ]
Tell me if it hurts.
[ It's the only warning Sunday gets before Gallagher starts to push in, fighting against how tight this lovely heat is. He's taking it slow just in case, but even his patience is running thin. ]
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( He rather feel the ache in his heart knowing his time with Gallagher was real than not have him for a second. His throat clenches trying to keep himself at a low volume, focusing on the large body overtaking every one of his senses.
He grips the sheets at his sides, trembling as another thick finger slides into him to stretch him. The way his breath gives away wavers, gasping in as he tries to prop himself on his elbows. He’s not so ashamed anymore to enjoy how the pain ebbs into pleasure once his fingers graze over the most sensitive place inside him.
He doesn’t want it to end. Tendons over his knuckles whiten the harder he resists the need to break out moaning, just so he can watch that large cock get lubed up for him. Every vein glistens in the dim darkness, too.
That empty sensation after his fingers left him is replaced by his hot cockhead, slipping that tightness that shuts around his girth. His cock twitches, leaking precum as he pushes in steadily. )
It’s… fine.
( He swallows— maybe it’s due to the fact his body is in reality, but part of him feels Gallagher far closer than ever. He leans back again, breathing harder and reaching down to stroke himself, squeezing around his tip and his balls. )
You can move.
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Sunday already feels so exquisite around his cock, tight, velvety heat that clings to every inch of his length as he sinks all the way in. A soft groan escapes, a pleased noise that barely conveys just how good this feels. He knows it'll feel even better once he begins a steady pace, so he pulls out until just the tip of his cock remains and thrusts right back in. ]
Sunday—
[ Murmured so reverently, whispered against the man's skin like a prayer as he latches onto Sunday's neck with his teeth. He worries the flesh until a pretty bruise blooms, soothing the ache with his tongue as he falls into a nice rhythm. He's still taking his time, fingers mapping out the contours of the man's body underneath him as he touches him where he knows he's most sensitive.
His nipples, his inner thighs— the heavy weight of his balls filled with cum. He's even bold enough to tease the rim of Sunday's entrance, right where his clock slides home again and again. ]
You're taking me so well, angel.
[ It's almost as if the man doesn't want to let him go. ]
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Instead, both legs drape themselves around the thicker frame to lock his ankles around him but they don't hold on as tight as his ass grips the shape of his cock.
He can barely take a proper breath. )
Don't... Let go.
( He tilts his head against the pillow, wings spreading out as the bliss and heat inside him rush through his nerves. His cock drips precum with every thrust as Gallagher starts pumping his weight and body into him. Feeling that teasing around his rim when he's stretched out to this degree immediately makes his eyes widen.
He can't stop a moan from breaking away just as the outer shell of Asada tears away the fibers of this dream, of everything keeping him together. His halo flares with light. )
... F...Faster. Gallagher. Please...! Don't tease me.
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But you look so good when I tease you like this.
[ And yet he stops, just as asked.
He angles his thrusts just right, wanting to find that spot he knows will make Sunday sing. It's hard to resist bending low to shower the Halovian with kisses, to drag his teeth along the edge of his wings. With slender legs locked around him, he doesn't have much room to move, but at least he can keep the new angle as he gradually picks up the pace. ]
Is this how you like it, angel?
[ His pace slows down just a fraction, making it easier to slide into Sunday's tight heat, hard and steady. ]
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