[ 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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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. ]