[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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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. ]