( 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. ]
( That's about as much as his breath lets him breathe out in tandem with the thrusting. It's like a little prayer, subdued by the intensity of pleasure blasting through his core each time that large cock slams into him. The fact Gallagher almost always ends up following his commands, doing as Sunday says, is another miracle that makes his cock twitch hard for him. Precum spills all over his stomach, shooting up whenever Gallagher adjusts the angle to better rub against his prostate.
It nearly makes Sunday see the light and he gasps out loudly, trembling as he reaches his arms around his broader shoulders to keep him pressed against him. If anything gets Sunday acting out like a dirty slut then it's the moment Gallagher's teeth reach the base of his wing. They flap for it, fluffed as every single feather feels a scorching sense of pleasure at the roots. He squeezes his shoulders to leave scratches, moaning louder and gasping, blushing completely red from having to hear himself create all these sounds. )
[ It's almost too bad that Gallagher can't watch the very moment that Sunday falls apart underneath him. With the Halovian clinging to him so closely, he can't see the look on his face whenever the angle of his cock hits him just right, whenever a bite or scratch sets his nerves alight. But at least he can hear him, feel him. The way he gasps out Gallagher's name, the way his walls clench tightly around his cock.
His breath stutters as he picks up the pace, every word murmured harshly against the soft texture of Sunday's feathers. ]
I'm right there with you.
[ When Sunday feels so exquisite around him, there's no way he can hold back, even if he wants to. Even if he'd rather they can make this last forever. But neither of them has that anymore, not while he's running on borrowed time.
Every thrust is harder, faster, the slap of their flesh together sounding obscene amongst their noises. He reaches between their bodies to curl his fingers around Sunday's length, stroking it along time with his thrusts. ]
( Sunday’s ass tightens each time his cock feels like it throbs pinned between their bodies. The sensation is utterly radiant to the soul, like he can truly connect to Gallagher in a way nobody else can. Not even Sunday from the past— every time he’s with him he can’t stop his heart from pounding faster.
He leans back to see him above him, gasping and biting down his lip to stop himself from moaning. He doesn’t want to interrupt him in any way.
Instead he clutches onto him harder, pulling down on his hair to bring their faces close again while their hips are busy slamming into each other. )
I feel dizzy…
( In a good way, of course. There is nothing like Gallagher’s big cock spreading him widely and hotly. A loud moan breaks out when the pleasure reaches him from all places, especially Gallagher’s large hand striking him at the same time. He shivers in utter delight, wrapping his leg tighter around his hips.
Precum shoots out with every stroke, throwing every muscle in him in some compulsive strain as his brain fills with nothingness and a pure rush of heat.
He can’t help leaving a scratch down his arm, arching his back as soon as he reaches that moment. Both wings spread out tightly, flapping as he finally lets go of his voice.
His chest heaves to the same rhythm of their bodies, gasping for air as white spills all offer his chest. It’s messy but none of that matters now. )
[ Sunday's legs tighten around him, locking him in place. There's nowhere for him to go, nowhere he'd rather be than thrusting his cock deep inside that exquisite heat over and over again as he chases their highs together. He groans as he feels Sunday's walls clamp down on his length when he cums, nearly succeeding in wrenching his release from him right there and the.
But not yet. He can last a little while longer.
So he shifts their position and holds onto the other man, practically bending him in a mating press as he picks up the pace. Nearly wild with abandon, rushing to meet him at the very precipice of release until he's falling right alongside him. He cums, painting the other's insides white and hot with his spend. He doesn't move for the longest time, remaining buried right where he is, catching his breathe as he murmurs Sunday's name again and again.
He kisses those soft wings, cherishing them just as much as everything else. When he's done, he frames Sunday's face between his hands and presses their foreheads together, kissing him on the lips.
No words are said. He doesn't think he needs to say anything at all. ]
( It's impossible for Sunday to control the way his ass tightens around Gallagher's stunning girth, still feeling the throb of his orgasm pulsing throughout his veins. Even his halo suffers from frequencies of delight that he is bound to take with him as precious memories for the rest of his life.
Both wings flinch and stretch widely as his body feels the tension of getting bent into position. His legs spread more freely like this as he gasps, rendered nothing but a mute as he stares up at him like he's astonished by how well he can feel his cock in this position. He leaves his hand to hold onto the back of his head, clutching his hair and another buried through the sheets.
The oversensitivity is all so familiar from that first time he had a true taste of pleasure. If he pretends enough, it's like he's going back in time together with him. His cock twitches as it kisses the wetness on his stomach, rubbing against it as Gallagher pounds down into his ass. Airy gasps match every thrust and his grip on him also tightens with encouragement. )
Mmng...
( The intensity gets Sunday's cock to twitch and leave another weakened trail of cum, swallowing down sounds while his ass gets filled inside. His legs are weak by the end of it, spread out on his sides as his hand lowers down the middle of his spine.
He hears nothing except their breaths and the sound of his name uttered like a prayer. Every nerve in his feathers rejoice from the attention given onto his wings, they even close in around his face when their lips meet. He has no choice but to breathe in deep through his nose to catch his breath. )
[ It's difficult to resist the shiver that crawls down his spine as delicate fingers trace the length of it. It even earns a soft noise from the Hound, pleased and satiated by the gesture and the feeling of Sunday's tight heat around his length. He's careful to lower the other man's legs, placing them gently on the mattress now that the deed is done.
And like this, it's easier for him to kiss Sunday much more deeply, licking into his mouth as if he wants to memorize his taste, his scent. Everything about him. If this is their last night together, then he doesn't want to forget a single thing.
But he doesn't bother bringing up that bittersweet truth yet again, pulling away from the other with a smile. ]
Feeling alright, birdie?
[ It's not too long after that he slinks into place next to him, wrapping his arms around the man's chest to hold him close. They both feel sticky, but he'll deal with that later— unless Sunday wants to be cleaned now. ]
( He still feels the throbbing sensation of his heartbeat racing, pulsing all the flashes of pleasure throughout his halo as his legs are slowly placed at his sides. The mess is the least of his concerns now, even as he reaches for Gallagher's face to hold onto it while they kiss. Or as his fingers run back the soft, brown hair. His tongue moves around his, tasting the last drink they shared and savoring all the promises that will never come to be.
He's nearly gasping when they part again, watching him as his chest rises and falls. Everything is shiny in the mix of everything. His ass feels incredibly hot and full. He can't help the way it tightens more around his beautiful cock. Something truly out of dreams.
Sunday turns his head as best as he can without harming his wing, watching Gallagher as he slides over next to him. )
I should be the one asking you that.
( He's shivering a bit as Gallagher slips out of his ass. Of course Sunday would be the type to reach for the sheets just to cover themselves mid way for the sake of some decency. )
I feel... Greedy and saddened.
( He wraps his arm around him underneath the sheets, feeling his wider torso and thicker frame, folding his wing towards his face. )
[ Quick to notice what Sunday is trying to do, Gallagher makes sure that the sheets cover them both. He pulls the other man closer to him once he's done, pressing kisses all over his face. The tip of his nose, his lips. Their foreheads are pressed together when he lingers just a bit too long before he pulls back with a smile. ]
You deserve to be cherished, so I'm glad that's how you're feeling.
[ The other parts, however... ]
Why are you saddened?
[ Another soft press of lips, his arms slinking down to wrap around the man's waist. Maybe it's unfair of him to ask, but he knows it's futile to fight the inevitable. Ignoring it won't make it any less of a reality that they both have to deal with soon enough. ]
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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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( That's about as much as his breath lets him breathe out in tandem with the thrusting. It's like a little prayer, subdued by the intensity of pleasure blasting through his core each time that large cock slams into him. The fact Gallagher almost always ends up following his commands, doing as Sunday says, is another miracle that makes his cock twitch hard for him. Precum spills all over his stomach, shooting up whenever Gallagher adjusts the angle to better rub against his prostate.
It nearly makes Sunday see the light and he gasps out loudly, trembling as he reaches his arms around his broader shoulders to keep him pressed against him. If anything gets Sunday acting out like a dirty slut then it's the moment Gallagher's teeth reach the base of his wing. They flap for it, fluffed as every single feather feels a scorching sense of pleasure at the roots. He squeezes his shoulders to leave scratches, moaning louder and gasping, blushing completely red from having to hear himself create all these sounds. )
Just... Like that.
I'm so close.
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His breath stutters as he picks up the pace, every word murmured harshly against the soft texture of Sunday's feathers. ]
I'm right there with you.
[ When Sunday feels so exquisite around him, there's no way he can hold back, even if he wants to. Even if he'd rather they can make this last forever. But neither of them has that anymore, not while he's running on borrowed time.
Every thrust is harder, faster, the slap of their flesh together sounding obscene amongst their noises. He reaches between their bodies to curl his fingers around Sunday's length, stroking it along time with his thrusts. ]
... Together, Sunday.
[ He wants to reach the edge at the same time. ]
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He leans back to see him above him, gasping and biting down his lip to stop himself from moaning. He doesn’t want to interrupt him in any way.
Instead he clutches onto him harder, pulling down on his hair to bring their faces close again while their hips are busy slamming into each other. )
I feel dizzy…
( In a good way, of course.
There is nothing like Gallagher’s big cock spreading him widely and hotly.
A loud moan breaks out when the pleasure reaches him from all places, especially Gallagher’s large hand striking him at the same time. He shivers in utter delight, wrapping his leg tighter around his hips.
Precum shoots out with every stroke, throwing every muscle in him in some compulsive strain as his brain fills with nothingness and a pure rush of heat.
He can’t help leaving a scratch down his arm, arching his back as soon as he reaches that moment. Both wings spread out tightly, flapping as he finally lets go of his voice.
His chest heaves to the same rhythm of their bodies, gasping for air as white spills all offer his chest. It’s messy but none of that matters now. )
…
Stay inside… me.
All of you.
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But not yet. He can last a little while longer.
So he shifts their position and holds onto the other man, practically bending him in a mating press as he picks up the pace. Nearly wild with abandon, rushing to meet him at the very precipice of release until he's falling right alongside him. He cums, painting the other's insides white and hot with his spend. He doesn't move for the longest time, remaining buried right where he is, catching his breathe as he murmurs Sunday's name again and again.
He kisses those soft wings, cherishing them just as much as everything else. When he's done, he frames Sunday's face between his hands and presses their foreheads together, kissing him on the lips.
No words are said. He doesn't think he needs to say anything at all. ]
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Both wings flinch and stretch widely as his body feels the tension of getting bent into position. His legs spread more freely like this as he gasps, rendered nothing but a mute as he stares up at him like he's astonished by how well he can feel his cock in this position. He leaves his hand to hold onto the back of his head, clutching his hair and another buried through the sheets.
The oversensitivity is all so familiar from that first time he had a true taste of pleasure. If he pretends enough, it's like he's going back in time together with him. His cock twitches as it kisses the wetness on his stomach, rubbing against it as Gallagher pounds down into his ass. Airy gasps match every thrust and his grip on him also tightens with encouragement. )
Mmng...
( The intensity gets Sunday's cock to twitch and leave another weakened trail of cum, swallowing down sounds while his ass gets filled inside. His legs are weak by the end of it, spread out on his sides as his hand lowers down the middle of his spine.
He hears nothing except their breaths and the sound of his name uttered like a prayer. Every nerve in his feathers rejoice from the attention given onto his wings, they even close in around his face when their lips meet. He has no choice but to breathe in deep through his nose to catch his breath. )
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And like this, it's easier for him to kiss Sunday much more deeply, licking into his mouth as if he wants to memorize his taste, his scent. Everything about him. If this is their last night together, then he doesn't want to forget a single thing.
But he doesn't bother bringing up that bittersweet truth yet again, pulling away from the other with a smile. ]
Feeling alright, birdie?
[ It's not too long after that he slinks into place next to him, wrapping his arms around the man's chest to hold him close. They both feel sticky, but he'll deal with that later— unless Sunday wants to be cleaned now. ]
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He's nearly gasping when they part again, watching him as his chest rises and falls. Everything is shiny in the mix of everything. His ass feels incredibly hot and full. He can't help the way it tightens more around his beautiful cock. Something truly out of dreams.
Sunday turns his head as best as he can without harming his wing, watching Gallagher as he slides over next to him. )
I should be the one asking you that.
( He's shivering a bit as Gallagher slips out of his ass. Of course Sunday would be the type to reach for the sheets just to cover themselves mid way for the sake of some decency. )
I feel... Greedy and saddened.
( He wraps his arm around him underneath the sheets, feeling his wider torso and thicker frame, folding his wing towards his face. )
...And cared for.
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You deserve to be cherished, so I'm glad that's how you're feeling.
[ The other parts, however... ]
Why are you saddened?
[ Another soft press of lips, his arms slinking down to wrap around the man's waist. Maybe it's unfair of him to ask, but he knows it's futile to fight the inevitable. Ignoring it won't make it any less of a reality that they both have to deal with soon enough. ]
Are you gonna miss me that much?