[ he kisses him fervently and groans at the taste of himself on sunday’s tongue. he knows he can’t be too loud, but it’s hard not to express himself to vehemently when everything sunday does feels so incredibly good. he sits back, giving the corner of his cum stained lips an affectionate lick, ] We should clean up… [ even though he’d much rather turn sunday around and fuck him into the bed. ] Breakfast, it’ll get cold… [ he really doesn’t care, and he can’t stop staring at sunday’s lips because he desperately wants another kiss. ]