I am... but we can take care of that another day. I'll definitely appreciate the help. But for now let's have some fun. Do you want to pick out a game~? In the meantime I'm going to go grab a drink, so would you like something?
...slim pickings. [ no pumpkin lager. he'll get the other option. pulse can't remember what it is. ] Skeeball is fine by me. [ he's already sipping his own drink as he offers the other to sunday. ] I bet I'll win~
[ It's the foxlust lager ...which tastes foul, and he makes an effort to swallow it down. Still, he soldiers through it guzzling the rest of it down since he feels crappy already.
Then throws the balls...19! Alcohol has made him better at this game somehow. ]
...huh. Look at that. [ he downs the remainder of his drink and then steps back up. ] Obviously. I'm not one to back down. Go get us another round [ he says while he starts trying to skeeball... the alcohol clearly making him worse - 7. ]
[ He brings them both second bottles, but this alcohol is unusually strong and starts to get to him fast. If only that were enough to discourage him, but he's drinking it down fast.
Somehow, he manages to score a 12. ]
I do not think this is simply your game if you want to choose something else like the dancing one? Can you beat the Harmony at a rhythm game?
[ he tips his head in thanks and takes a few sips... only to stop when sunday schools him a second time. ] Did they have Skeeball in Penacony or something? And it sounds like you're getting cocky.
Real cocky.
And, yes, I can beat the Harmony. [ time to ddr. he steps onto the machine and motions for sunday to join him. boom boom dollar bb. lets go! ] Get ready to lose.
[ The two bottles is really hitting him hard, and he's removing his jacket, unbuttoning a few of his top buttons, and rolling up his sleeves as he gets on the pad. He's never played this before, but it seems easy enough...just tap the arrows based on what's on screen.
He rolls a 4 so he starts, immediately eats shit, and lands on his face on the pad. ]
[ aventurine steps back so he can get back onto his feet and... start dancing again, but instead of competing with him he does, in fact, dance with him. he reaches for his hand and tugs him flush into him as he hits random song & random difficulty. yolo! the ddr song comes on and aventurine is more focused on actually dancing with sunday... though he does still try moving across both dance pads to hit their arrows. let's work in tandem, birdie~ ]
[ He blinks a few times in surprise before draping his arms around Aventurine's neck as he nuzzles his forehead and his nose, dancing a little too close and leaning on him a little. More than a little. He's relying on Aventurine to keep his balance as he aims to hit the arrows in time. ]
I believe you can thank Gaiathra Triclops. [ aventurine sets a hand on the small of sunday's back for added support as they glide across the dance pad, the space between them disappearing like their inhibitions. ] And maybe the lighting...
Then send them my utmost gratitude. I think you would look equally beautiful in any kind of lightning.
[ He's slowing down a bit so he can cup Aventurine's face, his thumbs stroking over his bottom lip as he inhales the taste of alcohol from Aventurine's mouth. ]
...will do. [ he parts his lips to lick at his thumb. ] Sure. I could go for another. [ but he makes no move to leave the dance pad. instead he pins sunday to the metal bar at the back of the machine, capturing his wrist and moving it away from his face, so he can lean in and join their lips together for a kiss. ] Have your little sprites get it for us.
[ He summons his echoes with a flick his wrist while he's sucking Aventurine's lips in between his teeth, absently directing them to grab a new bottle and open it. They carry it over, and Sunday takes a sip before crushing Aventurine's mouth back to his and sharing it with him as he presses Aventurine's body closer to his own.
The taste is more intoxicating this way, and he's sure his body is responding faster than he can help it as he licks all the stray drops from Aventurine's chin when he pulls back a bit. ]
[ aventurine's not expecting a shot of this caliber, but it's not unwelcome, and instead he finds himself smiling as sunday crushes their lips together to share the special with him. he hums against his mouth, drinking in both the liquor and the birdie - his tongue pushing into his mouth to greedily take every last drop. ]
[ but it seems like sunday had the same idea, because when they part sunday's licking at his chin. ] I'll never understand why. [ now it's his turn to take the bottle from the echoes, so he can drink himself stupid. he returns it to them after he's drank a substantial amount of it, his lips finding sunday's as he gently strokes his feathers. ]
[ He moans into the kiss as his feathers twitch at the touch, and his hips rock closer, brushing tight against Aventurine’s. He knows his self-control is imploding in on itself, but he is helpless to stop it as he curls his fingers against Aventurine’s lower back.
He comes up for air a moment later before attacking Aventurine’s neck with more licks and following every last drop of alcohol to the top of his chest where his shirt is open. ]
You are gonna have to be the responsible one here otherwise I will end up on my knees with you in my mouth. Want to taste you there so much.
…that’s asking the impossible of me, but I can at least be a little responsible. [ he takes sunday’s hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing each of his knuckles. ] I’m not going to let you get onto your knees for me, …even if I’m sure you’d look beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock.
Let’s prove we have a little restraint, birdie, and keep our pants on. [ he curls a finger at the echo holding the bottle, grabbing its neck and tipping it so that it spills its contents on both of their chests. ] But that doesn’t mean we still can’t have some fun… [ he ducks his head and drags his tongue across sunday’s chest to get a taste of both him and the liquor. ] Mmm… exquisite.
[ The alcohol is not helping him keep his clothes on as he undoes his shirt for Aventurine's wandering lips, letting the alcohol roll down his chest with another soft moan. He follows Aventurine's lead after, parting his shirt as he chases the streams of alcohol downwards, lips latching onto one of his hard nipples to give it a gentle suck. ]
Are you sure? I have it on good authority I am good at it, and I like doing it.
[ His mouth gravitates to the other nipple, sucking on it with more pressure, teeth gently pressing into the nub as his eyes flicker up towards Aventurine's. ]
[ aventurine might have a thing for tits, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like when his own are played with. the attention sunday gives to his chest comes as a surprise and he gasps, taking a step back and bumping the machine hard enough to make it play a song. he almost doesn't hear sunday proclaim he likes sucking dick, which is enough to make his head spin sideways. ]
I guess you don't need those lessons anymore... [ he gives a broken laugh, which rattles into a moan, because his own chest is quite sensitive. he white knuckle grips the machine, his eyes cast down on sunday as he watches him work over his chest until both his nipples harden. ] Sunday... [ you damn bastard. he grabs for his ass, so he can yank him closely and rub against him like a dog in heat. ]
[ His mouth leaves Aventurine's chest so he can kiss him as he stumble-drags Aventurine away from the DDR machine to the nearest booth, a dinosaur game that probably looks something like this, and pushes Aventurine down on the seat so he can sit on his lap. His hands drag through Aventurine's hair, combing through it as he tries to suck Aventurine's soul out of his mouth before nibbling down his jaw and over the side of his neck opposite to his brand. He grinds down against Aventurine at the same time, hearing his own breath pick up speed as his body pulses with arousal. ]
'm sure there is still plenty you could teach me. Need to compete with someone who's tall, handsome, and has an ample chest, so I need to be 'lot better in bed. I need to be wanted.
[ He bites the edge of Aventurine's collar bone as his fingers soothe their way over his hardened and bruised nipples. ]
[ he stumbles after sunday, tripping into the machine and falling onto the hard plastic seat of the machine as he hastily climbs into his lap. it happens fast enough to make his head spin and yet his hand immediately finds the halovian’s back to support him as their lips meet for another breathtaking kiss. the friction sparking between them earns a groan, his fingers twitching as he squeezes sunday harder, holding him in place as he continues to haplessly grind against him. he can feel the last few shreds of his control slipping away… until sunday says all that, and it’s a bit sobering. ]
You are wanted, birdie. [ he gives a little tug on one of his wings. ] …you- you’re [ he’s trying to talk here! ] coming home with me tonight. [ he bites his lip with a hiss, one of his hands shakily grabbing for sunday’s as he plays with his chest. ] And you don’t need an ample bosom… a, a reaction is a, is a reaction, ye- yeah…? [ he’s going to come undone from this alone, he swears. ]
[ He moans louder at the tug, rocking over Aventurine with a hard roll of his hips as he drags his teeth along the skin below Aventurine's ear, pressing them in and sucking until it swells. His teeth latch onto his earlobe next, tugging and biting gently before he whispers into it– ]
You said we would keep our pants on, but you could still make a mess inside of it. I want to make a mess out of you and you of me.
[ He brings Aventurine's hand to his mouth as he licks along the length of his middle and index finger from base to tip, wetting them before sucking them inside and biting gently to keep them trapped against his warm, undulating tongue. ]
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pulse can't remember what it is.] Skeeball is fine by me. [ he's already sipping his own drink as he offers the other to sunday. ] I bet I'll win~[ time to bring on the balls... 17! ]
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It's the foxlust lager...which tastes foul, and he makes an effort to swallow it down. Still, he soldiers through it guzzling the rest of it down since he feels crappy already.Then throws the balls...19! Alcohol has made him better at this game somehow. ]
Still want to keep that bet?
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Somehow, he manages to score a 12. ]
I do not think this is simply your game if you want to choose something else like the dancing one? Can you beat the Harmony at a rhythm game?
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Real cocky.
And, yes, I can beat the Harmony. [ time to ddr. he steps onto the machine and motions for sunday to join him. boom boom dollar bb. lets go! ] Get ready to lose.
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[ The two bottles is really hitting him hard, and he's removing his jacket, unbuttoning a few of his top buttons, and rolling up his sleeves as he gets on the pad. He's never played this before, but it seems easy enough...just tap the arrows based on what's on screen.
He rolls a 4 so he starts, immediately eats shit, and lands on his face on the pad. ]
...How'd I get down here?
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[ He gets back up and starts dancing...it's somewhat of a mess. He rolled a 7, so he's at least staying on his feet this time. ]
Are you going to let me beat you? You could always come closer and dance with me instead.
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Who let you look this nice from up close?
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[ He's slowing down a bit so he can cup Aventurine's face, his thumbs stroking over his bottom lip as he inhales the taste of alcohol from Aventurine's mouth. ]
Do you want to split another drink?
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but he makes no move to leave the dance pad. instead he pins sunday to the metal bar at the back of the machine, capturing his wrist and moving it away from his face, so he can lean in and join their lips together for a kiss. ] Have your little sprites get it for us.
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The taste is more intoxicating this way, and he's sure his body is responding faster than he can help it as he licks all the stray drops from Aventurine's chin when he pulls back a bit. ]
I always lose my mind around you.
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[ but it seems like sunday had the same idea, because when they part sunday's licking at his chin. ] I'll never understand why. [ now it's his turn to take the bottle from the echoes, so he can drink himself stupid. he returns it to them after he's drank a substantial amount of it, his lips finding sunday's as he gently strokes his feathers. ]
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He comes up for air a moment later before attacking Aventurine’s neck with more licks and following every last drop of alcohol to the top of his chest where his shirt is open. ]
You are gonna have to be the responsible one here otherwise I will end up on my knees with you in my mouth. Want to taste you there so much.
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Let’s prove we have a little restraint, birdie, and keep our pants on. [ he curls a finger at the echo holding the bottle, grabbing its neck and tipping it so that it spills its contents on both of their chests. ] But that doesn’t mean we still can’t have some fun… [ he ducks his head and drags his tongue across sunday’s chest to get a taste of both him and the liquor. ] Mmm… exquisite.
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Are you sure? I have it on good authority I am good at it, and I like doing it.
[ His mouth gravitates to the other nipple, sucking on it with more pressure, teeth gently pressing into the nub as his eyes flicker up towards Aventurine's. ]
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I guess you don't need those lessons anymore... [ he gives a broken laugh, which rattles into a moan, because his own chest is quite sensitive. he white knuckle grips the machine, his eyes cast down on sunday as he watches him work over his chest until both his nipples harden. ] Sunday... [ you damn bastard. he grabs for his ass, so he can yank him closely and rub against him like a dog in heat. ]
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'm sure there is still plenty you could teach me. Need to compete with someone who's tall, handsome, and has an ample chest, so I need to be 'lot better in bed. I need to be wanted.
[ He bites the edge of Aventurine's collar bone as his fingers soothe their way over his hardened and bruised nipples. ]
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You are wanted, birdie. [ he gives a little tug on one of his wings. ] …you- you’re [ he’s trying to talk here! ] coming home with me tonight. [ he bites his lip with a hiss, one of his hands shakily grabbing for sunday’s as he plays with his chest. ] And you don’t need an ample bosom… a, a reaction is a, is a reaction, ye- yeah…? [ he’s going to come undone from this alone, he swears. ]
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You said we would keep our pants on, but you could still make a mess inside of it. I want to make a mess out of you and you of me.
[ He brings Aventurine's hand to his mouth as he licks along the length of his middle and index finger from base to tip, wetting them before sucking them inside and biting gently to keep them trapped against his warm, undulating tongue. ]
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