[ 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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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.]