( 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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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?