[ The flush earns a soft chuckle from Gallagher, and he nods right after. ]
Sure, I'll let you get your hands on me.
[ Is he sorry? Not really. Sunday makes this way too easy, so he can't help it. But he'll behave for now and get right back to eating. Someone is definitely eager to finish quick... ]
[The crux of being around Gallagher is that Sunday is realizing he can't control his flustering and blushing all that much. It's ... somewhat infuriating. Even more when Gallagher says that so suggestively.
He nearly chokes on his bite of his meal and coughs it down before patting his mouth with his napkin.]
[ Then, it's a good thing that Gallagher appreciates Sunday's earnestness. It's not like he knows that many people who are this determined, even if it's something as simple as getting his measurements.
He rises to a stand, moving closer to where Sunday is. ]
Where do you want me?
[ He's even ready to spread his arms if Sunday asks him to. ]
Should I take off my shirt for a more accurate measurement?
[He'd been about to tell Gallagher to follow him to a more private part of the area where there are some dressing screens when that last comment has Sunday nearly forgetting what he was supposed to say. It's ... it's a bit concerning to have Gallagher able to do that so easily.
He looks away, hand to his lips as he clears his throat.]
That would be best. It wouldn't do to get a single measurement incorrect.
[ Oh? Did he manage to lure out a reaction from the other man?
Gallager takes note of that, tucking it away in his mind for later use. But for now, he plays the part of an obedient dog and follows after Sunday. By the time they're further away from prying eyes, he's already in the middle of unravelling his tie. The vest comes next, but he's taking his time.
... Alright. He really can't help but tease a tiny bit. ]
[Sunday is still trying to keep his eyes adverted politely right now...]
Yes, here will do well enough. Now. Let's get this started, properly.
[He turns back to the taller man and... he catches a short glimpse of Gallagher unravelling his tie. Sunday watches Gallagher's chest for a split second, noticing just how tight the man wears his shirt and how messy he wears his tie. Some parts of Gallagher's outfit do not leave much to the imagination. Which might be a little ironic.
Sighing softly, he takes a step closer to Gallagher and reaches out to grab the untied tie. He slowly pulls the fabric off of Gallagher's shoulders and then reaches for the buttons of Gallaghers shirt. His fingers slow, gently touching over the round buttons as he starts to unbutton the first one, himself.]
He remains still as Sunday begins to unbutton his shirt, one after another, until the hair on his chest is visible enough. Scars adorn his skin no matter where one looks, but he doubts they'll be enough to catch Sunday off guard.
So he leans in close, presenting himself for the other's admiration. ]
Don't knock an old hound's style. Besides, don't you like me this way?
[ Because it gives Sunday a reason to fix him up to his liking, maybe. ]
[ Gallagher finds his lips quirking upwards when he feels Sunday's eyes on him. The way those golden hues darken with a curious emotion, one that he wants to pick apart and unravel if he's allowed to— but he should play nice. He doesn't want to spook Sunday if he can help it. ]
Acceptable, huh? I'll take it.
[ He helps Sunday by shrugging off his shirt, letting it rest on his arm instead of allowing it to fall helplessly on the floor. ]
[The way his wings flicker and his cheeks feel suddenly too warm. He doesn't look away but he certainly looks a tad flustered.]
And if I said I did?
[He does like the view. Gallagher's chest is very pleasing to look at. But he can't just admit that out loud about a man who's so very opposite of what Sunday is. Sunday is prim and proper. And Gallagher is ... rugged and handsome.
His hands are featherlight as they lightly touch at Gallagher's chest. He has that measuring tape, of course. Because that's all he's doing... Taking some measurements.]
[ A quiet huff escapes him, amusement colouring the hues of his eyes. Sunday can be so uptight sometimes. Here he is, with Gallagher's chest in full view, and yet he still resists the urge to go for what he wants. Maybe he needs a little bit of encouragement, after all.
So Gallagher reaches for his wrists, guiding them to rest on his chest. Right at his pecs. (Yeah.) ]
Then, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Or are you seriously just going to measure me for a shirt?
[ He's feeling so bold... If he gets punished for this, it'll be worth it. ]
[When you've repressed yourself for so long, it's very hard to follow through with what you want. This kind of thing-
The measuring tape clatters to the ground.]
Gallagher-
[Sunday's sharp word dies on his tongue. Replaced with silence because the heat in his face feels like it's crawling down his neck, now. He frowns...
And stares. He doesn't move his hands, instead letting himself slide one hand over the expanse of Gallagher's skin. Gallagher's chest is strong, of course. He can feel the thick lines of muscle and ... squishiness.]
Or rather, it encourages him to continue what he's doing— which is guiding Sunday's hands wherever he'd like to be touched. At least he eventually grants the Halovian some mercy by letting go soon enough, letting those delicate hands rest nicely on his chest. ]
Someone has to be shameless between the two of us, or we'd never get anywhere.
[ And that's a fact. ]
You can touch me all you want. Explore what you wanna get to know better. Don't be shy.
[Golden eyes flicker up to watch Gallagher's expression. Sunday has half a mind to think that the other man is enjoying this a little too much. But he can't deny the little puff of guilty and curious affection that's in the centre of his own chest. His wings twitch slightly, displaying that interest, even if Sunday wanted to try and hide it.]
You are unbelievable. If I were to warrant a guess, this is where you wanted us to be all along.
[He feels like he's being teased by Gallagher's own way. And as much as Sunday doesn't like to be out of control of something like that... He still huffs. And lets his hands gently roam over Gallagher's chest. He has to appreciate just how strong and thick he is. The shape of his pectorals and even the rough hair and skin.
He'll try to overcome his shyness, if only to put Gallagher in his place a bit. So, he takes a step forward and closer until he can press a quiet kiss to Gallagher's jawline.]
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Sure, I'll let you get your hands on me.
[ Is he sorry? Not really. Sunday makes this way too easy, so he can't help it. But he'll behave for now and get right back to eating. Someone is definitely eager to finish quick... ]
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He nearly chokes on his bite of his meal and coughs it down before patting his mouth with his napkin.]
Are you finished?
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Gallagher proceeds to cut into his steak to hide his smile. He doesn't think Sunday will appreciate seeing him be amused at his expense. ]
No more teasing, got it. I'll let you enjoy your meal in peace.
[ Cross his heart. ]
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Good.
[At least that so much is done!!
After their meal is all wrapped up... Sunday finishes neatly and then glances at Gallagher with the little dreamed up measuring tape in hand.]
Then if you'll follow me, we'll get to our next task at hand.
[What kind of date is this... But Sunday is determined now. He will get Gallagher's proper measurements.]
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He rises to a stand, moving closer to where Sunday is. ]
Where do you want me?
[ He's even ready to spread his arms if Sunday asks him to. ]
Should I take off my shirt for a more accurate measurement?
[ ... He can't help himself. ]
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[He'd been about to tell Gallagher to follow him to a more private part of the area where there are some dressing screens when that last comment has Sunday nearly forgetting what he was supposed to say. It's ... it's a bit concerning to have Gallagher able to do that so easily.
He looks away, hand to his lips as he clears his throat.]
That would be best. It wouldn't do to get a single measurement incorrect.
[Things have to be perfect-]
Follow me.
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Gallager takes note of that, tucking it away in his mind for later use. But for now, he plays the part of an obedient dog and follows after Sunday. By the time they're further away from prying eyes, he's already in the middle of unravelling his tie. The vest comes next, but he's taking his time.
... Alright. He really can't help but tease a tiny bit. ]
Right here is good?
[ He'll start unbuttoning his shirt, if so. ]
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Yes, here will do well enough. Now. Let's get this started, properly.
[He turns back to the taller man and... he catches a short glimpse of Gallagher unravelling his tie. Sunday watches Gallagher's chest for a split second, noticing just how tight the man wears his shirt and how messy he wears his tie. Some parts of Gallagher's outfit do not leave much to the imagination. Which might be a little ironic.
Sighing softly, he takes a step closer to Gallagher and reaches out to grab the untied tie. He slowly pulls the fabric off of Gallagher's shoulders and then reaches for the buttons of Gallaghers shirt. His fingers slow, gently touching over the round buttons as he starts to unbutton the first one, himself.]
You truly are an unorganized mess.
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He remains still as Sunday begins to unbutton his shirt, one after another, until the hair on his chest is visible enough. Scars adorn his skin no matter where one looks, but he doubts they'll be enough to catch Sunday off guard.
So he leans in close, presenting himself for the other's admiration. ]
Don't knock an old hound's style. Besides, don't you like me this way?
[ Because it gives Sunday a reason to fix him up to his liking, maybe. ]
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Sunday truly can't resist the urge to let his eyes roam over Gallagher's bare chest. He appreciates it, the build, the thickness... Ahem.
He should be so annoyed that Gallagher is such a disorganized man. But he just feels ... warm.
He tugs the open shirt down as if reprimanding Gallagher.]
You're ... acceptable. [More than that.] It's amazing that you can get any of these buttons done up. We'll get you a better fitted shirt.
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Acceptable, huh? I'll take it.
[ He helps Sunday by shrugging off his shirt, letting it rest on his arm instead of allowing it to fall helplessly on the floor. ]
You like the view, birdie?
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And if I said I did?
[He does like the view. Gallagher's chest is very pleasing to look at. But he can't just admit that out loud about a man who's so very opposite of what Sunday is. Sunday is prim and proper. And Gallagher is ... rugged and handsome.
His hands are featherlight as they lightly touch at Gallagher's chest. He has that measuring tape, of course. Because that's all he's doing... Taking some measurements.]
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So Gallagher reaches for his wrists, guiding them to rest on his chest. Right at his pecs. (Yeah.) ]
Then, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Or are you seriously just going to measure me for a shirt?
[ He's feeling so bold... If he gets punished for this, it'll be worth it. ]
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The measuring tape clatters to the ground.]
Gallagher-
[Sunday's sharp word dies on his tongue. Replaced with silence because the heat in his face feels like it's crawling down his neck, now. He frowns...
And stares. He doesn't move his hands, instead letting himself slide one hand over the expanse of Gallagher's skin. Gallagher's chest is strong, of course. He can feel the thick lines of muscle and ... squishiness.]
You have no shame, do you.
[Sunday, you're feeling him up now-]
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Or rather, it encourages him to continue what he's doing— which is guiding Sunday's hands wherever he'd like to be touched. At least he eventually grants the Halovian some mercy by letting go soon enough, letting those delicate hands rest nicely on his chest. ]
Someone has to be shameless between the two of us, or we'd never get anywhere.
[ And that's a fact. ]
You can touch me all you want. Explore what you wanna get to know better. Don't be shy.
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You are unbelievable. If I were to warrant a guess, this is where you wanted us to be all along.
[He feels like he's being teased by Gallagher's own way. And as much as Sunday doesn't like to be out of control of something like that... He still huffs. And lets his hands gently roam over Gallagher's chest. He has to appreciate just how strong and thick he is. The shape of his pectorals and even the rough hair and skin.
He'll try to overcome his shyness, if only to put Gallagher in his place a bit. So, he takes a step forward and closer until he can press a quiet kiss to Gallagher's jawline.]