[ 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. ]
[ aventurine tilts his head to the side so sunday has an easier time attacking his ear, ] I did, and mm that's true. I never said we couldn't... [ he applies some pressure to sunday's ass to force him down as he rolls his own hips up, so a heated strike of friction warms them both. ] Are you going to cum for me, birdie, ... [ he kneads his hand into his ass, rocking up against him in a steady rhythm as sunday licks at his other hand, sucking and eventually biting his fingers. ] ...mmm. [ he rubs the pads of his fingers against his tongue, trying to force them further into his mouth. ] Take more.
[ He does eagerly suck more fingers into his mouth, pushing three in at once and sinking his lips down to his knuckle before pulling away just so he could focus on grinding himself against Aventurine. His breath continues to pick up speed as he hugs Aventurine by the neck, their lips brushing together. ]
Wish I could finish with you inside, but that's probably too far...too much. I can think about it though. Wouldn't be the first time.
[ He crushes his mouth back against Aventurine's, feeling himself edging closer to release, his motions growing messier as his whole body throbs. He's chasing that feeling urgently and rubbing himself over Aventurine's cock, his skin starting to feel raw from all the friction and chaffing. ]
I think that would be a little difficult with my pants on, but... [ since sunday took the time to wet his fingers he supposes he can indulge him a little bit. ] Oh? It wouldn't be the first time, huh, ...tell me how you think about me. [ his second hand joins the first on sunday's ass, but it dips under the band of his pants and between his cheeks. as their lips meet for another messy kiss he presses one finger into him, then two, then three... hastily fucking him as they continue to dry hump each other. aventurine groans, his eyes lidding as he watches sunday. ] Cum, birdie, ...let me see you cum for me.
[ That's enough for him, uncaring if Aventurine's fingers are dry, just appreciating that stretch from within his body and imagining it's his dick until he finally lets go. His hole clenches tight around his fingers as he shudders against him, rutting like an animal in heat wile he spills his release inside his underwear. He rides the feeling out while dragging himself messily over Aventurine's still-clothed dick. ]
You too. Let go for me, too. I want to see you.
[ His eyes are hazy and wet from the alcohol, but he is still watching Aventurine intently, wanting to commit the moment to memory. ]
[ he feels the burst of heat that comes as a result of sunday creaming his pants and then continuing to rut against him, the slick seeping through the fabric and beginning to stain his own. not that it really matters, as he's only a few erratic thrusts away from joining him. he moans, searching for his lips to muffle the sound, as he slows his movements and just rubs himself very pointedly against him. ] How, how's that, birdie... [ he withdraws his fingers and trails them up his back, tipping his head back to kiss his forehead. ]
[ He's panting heavily and placing tired little kisses on Aventurine's face before resting his forehead on Aventurine's shoulder to try and catch his breath, not worrying about the mess or his soiled clothing for once. ]
I don't wanna move from here and face the world. I don't wanna go home. Is Dr. Ratio waiting for you?
I'm not sure what the doc's doing. And I said that you could come home with me. We have a spare bedroom. [ he fully collapses onto the hard seat of the dinosaur game, his eyes closing as he tries to catch his own breath. ]
Alright. I just don't want to go home. [ or do the walk of shame in front of anyone, least of all Kaveh who might be doing his own at this hour. ] Can you please take us there now before someone finds us like this on a dinosaur machine?
[ he opens a portal beneath himself and sends them both crashing into the guest bathroom. heh. ] …you’re never going to look at that game the same, but we should play it properly sometime. [ he sits up. ] Shower, or bathe, whichever. I’ll grab you a pair of my pajamas, since you’re not going to fit into Ratio’s.
I’ll be right back. [ and then he needs to shower too. he gets up and disappears, eventually returning with a seat of fancy teal jammies. ] Here, Sunday.
[ His eyes widen as he falls onto the plush bathroom rug before slowly pushing himself up. ]
Please don't go too far. Don't wanna drown.
[ He's already undressing without a care in the world and stepping into the shower, leaving his clothes on the floor because he can't bring himself to care at the moment. ]
… [ oh, right, sunday is still blasted. ] You’re not going to drown. [ he knocks on the door, entering a moment later to set the pajamas on the seat of the toilet. ] I’m going to go shower too. Once you’re finished showering put these on and the bedroom is out this door and to the left. I’ll check on you in about fifteen minutes.
And you’ll be fine Sunday. Just take it easy. Slowly too. And if you really do need me… just call my name. [ he leaves to go clean himself up. ]
[ He does eventually finish his shower before putting the pajamas on and face-planting into the mattress when he finds the spare bedroom. He hugs one of the pillows to himself, latching onto it with his arms and legs like a koala, already starting to doze off a little. ]
[ he knocks on the door about 20 minutes later, letting himself in a few seconds after. he sets a bottle of water on the night stand as the cakes bounce in. ] Are you feeling any better? [ he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, the cats joining him and immediately nestling on sunday’s other side. ]
I can, and don’t worry… you’re not going anywhere. And I think they can sense something is wrong… [ he looks between the three of them, and they’ve already tucked their shells against sunday and slithered onto and/or squashed into him. ] which is why they immediately came in here to try to cuddle.
But I’ll stay too… until you fall asleep. [ he sets a hand on his leg and rubs it… just so sunday knows he’s there. ]
[ He pets the nearest cat before pushing his face into the pillow and hugging it tighter to himself. It really does not take long for the alcohol to catch up to him and make him pass out. ]
…take all the time you need. [ it’s not a race. he continues rubbing his leg until he’s fallen asleep, waiting a few more minutes before finally getting up. he turns the light off and leaves the room. ] Goodnight, Sunday.
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Re: Day 67.
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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Wish I could finish with you inside, but that's probably too far...too much. I can think about it though. Wouldn't be the first time.
[ He crushes his mouth back against Aventurine's, feeling himself edging closer to release, his motions growing messier as his whole body throbs. He's chasing that feeling urgently and rubbing himself over Aventurine's cock, his skin starting to feel raw from all the friction and chaffing. ]
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[ That's enough for him, uncaring if Aventurine's fingers are dry, just appreciating that stretch from within his body and imagining it's his dick until he finally lets go. His hole clenches tight around his fingers as he shudders against him, rutting like an animal in heat wile he spills his release inside his underwear. He rides the feeling out while dragging himself messily over Aventurine's still-clothed dick. ]
You too. Let go for me, too. I want to see you.
[ His eyes are hazy and wet from the alcohol, but he is still watching Aventurine intently, wanting to commit the moment to memory. ]
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I don't wanna move from here and face the world. I don't wanna go home. Is Dr. Ratio waiting for you?
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I’ll be right back. [ and then he needs to shower too. he gets up and disappears, eventually returning with a seat of fancy teal jammies. ] Here, Sunday.
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Please don't go too far. Don't wanna drown.
[ He's already undressing without a care in the world and stepping into the shower, leaving his clothes on the floor because he can't bring himself to care at the moment. ]
I'll be done qui–...qui–...fast.
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And you’ll be fine Sunday. Just take it easy. Slowly too. And if you really do need me… just call my name. [ he leaves to go clean himself up. ]
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Can you stay...till I fall asleep? Feels like I'm gonna sink through the bed like quicksand, and the cats are cute.
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But I’ll stay too… until you fall asleep. [ he sets a hand on his leg and rubs it… just so sunday knows he’s there. ]
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[ He pets the nearest cat before pushing his face into the pillow and hugging it tighter to himself. It really does not take long for the alcohol to catch up to him and make him pass out. ]
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