And yet I'm still alive & kicking. [ smirks. ] You should at least remove the clothes a little sexily Sunday.
[ he takes the new set of cards dealt, taking a peak, and then swapping a single card, ] Ready~? [ he flips another winning hand. oh~ poor sunday. those extra layers aren't doing you any favors. ]
[ he takes the new set of cards dealt, taking a peak, and then swapping a single card, ] Ready~? [ he flips another winning hand. oh~ poor sunday. those extra layers aren't doing you any favors. ]
I did. Not much. [ and he supposes not enough. ] Oh? I suppose I can arrange that. [ he lets sunday shed the remainder of his clothing and then climb into bed with him. he'll take a few minutes to stretch him once again, even if it's probably a bit unnecessary. ] I'll try to keep my hands off you... though I can't make any promises. Let me know when you're ready.
How dull. Then you get nothing in return. [ he simply folds because his hand is terrible, and because sunday isn't going to make this fun for him he takes off his hand and sets it on the table. ]
[ he reaches for the deck and shuffles, dealing another hand. ]
[ once again he barely looks at the cards and just smiles at sunday. ] I can be just as stingy as you.
[ he reaches for the deck and shuffles, dealing another hand. ]
[ once again he barely looks at the cards and just smiles at sunday. ] I can be just as stingy as you.
…mm, ‘course. [ kaveh’s breath hitched as sunday presses back against him - a slight readjustment required, so he can ease into him. he groans into the back of his neck as he buries his fingers into his belly to pull him back, stopping only after he’s fully seated inside of him. ] Alright, there, …how’s that feel… [ he kisses at his wings. ] Go ahead and rest. I’ll rock you to sleep. [ a light smirk as he very subtly moves against him, just barely even coming out of him. ]
Not bad, birdie… [ he stands, this time taking off his jacket, which he throws over the back of his chair. with another hand dealt he just stares down sunday… watching the little ticks in his demeanor and expression, and frankly… it’s cute. ]
I’m going to bet it’s you. [ he lays down his hand. ] Another win to me.
[ and the next hand goes similarly… with aventurine going as far as to give sunday an out~ but laying his royal flush down afterwards. ] One more piece, Sunny.
I’m going to bet it’s you. [ he lays down his hand. ] Another win to me.
[ and the next hand goes similarly… with aventurine going as far as to give sunday an out~ but laying his royal flush down afterwards. ] One more piece, Sunny.
I love you too, Sunday. And that’ll never change. [ he does keep a slow & steady rhythm to his rocking because he doesn’t want to keep sunday from being able to fall asleep, since that was his original intention. ] You will. We will. Just get some rest, and once you’re feeling refreshed I’ll make sure to fill you with as much as you like.
[ he removes his vest and it joins the rest of his clothes, ] As soon as one of us forfeits. Until then, we keep going.
[ another hand goes by and he loses. darn. he begins removing his jewelry one by one by one... watching sunday the entire time. that all goes onto the table. ] I do look forward to seeing you in next to nothing.
[ another hand goes by and he loses. darn. he begins removing his jewelry one by one by one... watching sunday the entire time. that all goes onto the table. ] I do look forward to seeing you in next to nothing.
[ oh how he wishes he could see what kinds of dreams sunday is having… ]
[ he slips an arm around him and drags it up his front - over his belly and along his chest. he circles one of his nipples casually as he rocks into him, his fingers occasionally brushing it in an attempt to get it hard. ]
[ he’ll also whisper sweet nothings into his ear and wonder if he can hear them in his dreams~ ]
[ he slips an arm around him and drags it up his front - over his belly and along his chest. he circles one of his nipples casually as he rocks into him, his fingers occasionally brushing it in an attempt to get it hard. ]
[ he’ll also whisper sweet nothings into his ear and wonder if he can hear them in his dreams~ ]
Is that what you're aiming for, Sunday? Maybe I should have left the watch on... just for you.
[ he puts down another winning hand. ] Keep 'em coming Sunday. [ he makes a motion like, let's go, strip some more. ]
[ but then he loses the next one, so he gives a snort, and peels off his gloves. ]
[ he puts down another winning hand. ] Keep 'em coming Sunday. [ he makes a motion like, let's go, strip some more. ]
[ but then he loses the next one, so he gives a snort, and peels off his gloves. ]
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…you say that with such and air of confidence mister Sunday. [ once he loses another hand he stands to remove his own ostentatious thigh strap. ]
How about one more hand… for the entire pot, Sunday? [ but we roll a d100 for this, and highest result wins. ] All or nothing.
Loser can keep one thing one while we continue to drink, and only once we finish can they dress.
Sound fair?
How about one more hand… for the entire pot, Sunday? [ but we roll a d100 for this, and highest result wins. ] All or nothing.
Loser can keep one thing one while we continue to drink, and only once we finish can they dress.
Sound fair?
[ when it seems like sunday starts to stir and he rocks back onto his dick, kaveh’s breath catches. oh, he must be waking up! he’s about to call his name when he hears that filthy murmur, his hips snapping just a little bit hard inadvertently. ] Of course… [ he continues to fuck him, picking up the pace only slightly because, by this point, he’s realized sunday is still asleep… and he’s curious about whether or not he can get him to cum like this. he slips his hand out from beneath sunday’s, leaving him to rub the glowing mark, so he can instead take his dick in hand… jerking him off in tandem with his thrusts. ]
You’re doing so good, Sunday. You always take my dick so well. [ he whispers back. ] My beautiful Halovian boyfriend. [ he wonders if he can try to get him sleep talking about the dream… hm, but what to ask. ]
You’re doing so good, Sunday. You always take my dick so well. [ he whispers back. ] My beautiful Halovian boyfriend. [ he wonders if he can try to get him sleep talking about the dream… hm, but what to ask. ]
[ his own hand ends up being terrible… and he certainly tries to bluff his way to victory, but he ends up losing. damn. he didn’t want to have to strip, but a loss is a loss and he’s nothing if not a graceful loser. ]
[ he takes his hat back, replacing it onto his head briefly as he strips himself down to his underwear. he turns his back to sunday as he steps out of it, removing his hat and covering his dick. that’s the one piece of ‘clothing’ he’s keeping. ]
Well, Mister Sunday… are you going to pour me another drink… or are you going to gawk all night~
[ he takes his hat back, replacing it onto his head briefly as he strips himself down to his underwear. he turns his back to sunday as he steps out of it, removing his hat and covering his dick. that’s the one piece of ‘clothing’ he’s keeping. ]
Well, Mister Sunday… are you going to pour me another drink… or are you going to gawk all night~
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