Fine, but just one more round. 12 shots is already a lot. [ he rolls the dice across the bar counter top… 4. ] 4 this time. [ he’s thankful it’s not another 6. ]
[ he pours them for the two of them and then nods at sunday. ] Ready… go. [ he drinks slower this time, because he’s already tipsy and he doesn’t want to throw up. ]
[ He does try and get all four down quickly, which he's sure he will regret later. He's already starting to regret it a bit now as he tries to mask a soft burp. ]
I think that’s going to be a simple task… [ he shuts his eyes and then opens them. ] I see you, birdie. [ he steps forward and cups his cheeks, rubbing his wings are their base before slowly moving his fingers along them toward their tips. ] How’s this?
[ His eyes fall shut, leaning into it as the flush spreads over his face. He would be purring if he could. Who thought anything could feel so delightful?
Both his hands curl along Aventurine's waist to anchor himself as the bliss threatens to make him float away ]
...y'know, you look like you're ready to burst, birdie. [ he lets himself be pulled closer, their waists bumping as he hums. ] How about this? [ he pops out a cute fluffy tail and a pair of ears. ] You can pet me.
You really would– [ He doesn't finish that statement. His hands attack those fluffy ears, stroking them from base to tip as his skin flushes. ] How are they so soft?
[ Aventurine may also start to feel someone pressing behind him, stroking his tail gently while Sunday's hands are occupied. Another familiar face. It looks like Sunday, smells like Sunday, dresses like Sunday...used to. ]
Oh, look at you. Is this what you turned to, Sunday? When did you become so sweet and horny for the enemy? Or maybe this is is what you wanted from the start. For the gambler here to notice you.
Hm, what’s that, little birdie, I would really what? [ he doesn’t expect to get an answer, but he also doesn’t expect the extra set of hands on him… startling him and making his furry appendages puff up & out. ] … [ on hearing a second sunday purring at him from behind he simply smirks, ] Don’t mock your other self, birdie, we both know his desire stems from your own. Mr. High & Mighty couldn’t resist me from the start… isn’t that why you were such a hard ass, [ he turns his head and brushes their lips together. ] because you wanted it hard in the ass~?
Oh, does that mean you'd prefer to give? How generous of you, Mr. Sunday. [ he shudders as wonweek slips a hand beneath his shirt, gloved hands gliding up his front and to his chest. ] Is that true, Sunday? [ aventurine looks back at him, reaching for his wrist to tug him back in close. ] Still? Who knew you'd gain such a fascination, a... desperation... for little ol' me. [ he guides his hand to the hem of his shirt, so he can join his other self in feeling him up. ] If that is the case, then why not enjoy the dream~?
[ He moves closer as he nuzzles the side of Aventurine's jaw, his hands sliding along his sides and moving around to toy with Aventurine's belt. ]
That is not true. I do like you, but that is it. It is not an infatuation like this cretin is making it sound like. I know you will be gone in the morning when I wake up.
And isn't that a tragedy? You'll wake up all alone with your hand down your pants for thousandth time.
[ His hands snake around Aventurine to demonstrate, cupping Sunday's crotch and giving him a squeeze to make him jump as Wonweek starts to nibble on Aventurine's ear. ]
...cretin? But isn't this just you? [ he returns the nuzzle with a smile. ] Mm, true, but there's no reason to think of that just yet. [ he turns his head to peer over his shoulder, only to be distracted by sunday on sunday action. ] How often do you masturbate to the thought of me? I thought you were plenty satisfied with your other little blonde treasure.
[ His fingers slide inside Aventurine's pants, caressing their way along his dick, getting it to harden in his palm. He escapes Wonweek's palming by kneeling in front of Aventurine as he noses his way under his shirt and kisses and nibbles the skin around his belly button. ]
I do not know what he is talking about. I do not touch myself to you as often as he claims. Please do not buy into all of his lies.
Oh, Sunday is the one who's lying. Can you believe he's saying that with a straight face while his mouth is watering thinking about your dick in his mouth? He's so cock-hungry and desperate for you. Sure, he'll get himself off to his boyfriend, but you're never that far from his thoughts either.
[ He shoves Aventurine's pants and underwear down his thighs to make it easier for himself as lube appears in his hands. Thank you, Dreamscape. He's already uncapping it to fill the area with a heavy strawberry scent before stroking cool, lube-soaked fingers along Aventurine's ass crack. ]
No? ...well then, [ he hums, smirking a few moments later, as if coming to some sudden realization. ] how about right now? Would you touch yourself if I asked you to? [ he sets a hand on sunday's head once he's kneeling in front of him, his fingers moving toward the base of one of his head wings to gently caress & rub it. ] And you [ his words do catch when wonweek shoves his pants down, but he swiftly recovers. ] ...you talk about him like he's not you and you're not him. That must mean I'm in your head and on your thoughts too. Is that why you're so eager to fill me up?
[ he shudders as his lube soaked finger trails down his ass, hips inadvertently bucking to press his hardened dick straight into sunday's cheek, smearing it with precum. ]
[ A moan falls out of his lips as his mouth hangs partially open, wings spreading out for Aventurine's wandering fingers. His head tips back at the same time, his own hands moving to stroke the bulge forming at the front of his pants. ]
Just this once for you. Please relish it while you can. I will not wake with you tomorrow morning, and this may be forgotten.
Such a good boy Sunday is, right? You should reward him. And of course, I am, and he is me. Two sides of a coin. I know his desires better than anyone else.
[ He dips in two fingers at once, pushing them in and feeling his way inside of Aventurine as he tries to plunge them as deep as they can go. Once he's knuckle deep, his teeth bite down on the side of Aventurine's neck, digging in hard enough to bruise and break flesh then licking the faint blood there. ]
I doubt it will be forgotten, birdie. Now how about servicing me with that sinful little mouth of yours while you touch yourself. But don't come~ you'll have to beg for that privilege. [ he thumbs the band of his pants to tug on them, forcing them over his hips and his dick. ]
Go ahead and tell me them then. Let me hear that lip service, Sunday. [ aventurine's expression falters as he's stuffed, his hands flying to the other sunday's head to hold on, because his legs start to quiver. he widens his stance, gritting his teeth for a hiss when his neck is bitten. ] Careful, b- birdie, ... [ he shoves himself back onto those fingers, trying to trap his hand between sunday's crotch and his own ass. ]
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Re: Day 82 // Dreams
Would you like to another round of shots?
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I am not that tipsy. I thought I was dancing just fine. Come oooo~on, one more round.
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[ he pours them for the two of them and then nods at sunday. ] Ready… go. [ he drinks slower this time, because he’s already tipsy and he doesn’t want to throw up. ]
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Alright...Truth or dare.
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Dare.
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I dare you to...touch the wings of the first Halovian you see.
[ He's the only Halovian in this dream, but that's beside the point. ]
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Both his hands curl along Aventurine's waist to anchor himself as the bliss threatens to make him float away ]
Come closer. I want to touch you, too.
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Oh, look at you. Is this what you turned to, Sunday? When did you become so sweet and horny for the enemy? Or maybe this is is what you wanted from the start. For the gambler here to notice you.
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Go away. This does not need your involvement.
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I'm not the one who likes it in the ass. That's all on Sunday. Such a complicated set of contradictions.
[ He grinds himself tight against Aventurine's body while beckoning Sunday with his other hand. ]
Come play with us. It's not like you will ever have him while you're awake. All you'll ever do is yearn.
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That is not true. I do like you, but that is it. It is not an infatuation like this cretin is making it sound like. I know you will be gone in the morning when I wake up.
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[ His hands snake around Aventurine to demonstrate, cupping Sunday's crotch and giving him a squeeze to make him jump as Wonweek starts to nibble on Aventurine's ear. ]
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I do not know what he is talking about. I do not touch myself to you as often as he claims. Please do not buy into all of his lies.
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[ He shoves Aventurine's pants and underwear down his thighs to make it easier for himself as lube appears in his hands. Thank you, Dreamscape. He's already uncapping it to fill the area with a heavy strawberry scent before stroking cool, lube-soaked fingers along Aventurine's ass crack. ]
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[ he shudders as his lube soaked finger trails down his ass, hips inadvertently bucking to press his hardened dick straight into sunday's cheek, smearing it with precum. ]
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Just this once for you. Please relish it while you can. I will not wake with you tomorrow morning, and this may be forgotten.
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[ He dips in two fingers at once, pushing them in and feeling his way inside of Aventurine as he tries to plunge them as deep as they can go. Once he's knuckle deep, his teeth bite down on the side of Aventurine's neck, digging in hard enough to bruise and break flesh then licking the faint blood there. ]
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Go ahead and tell me them then. Let me hear that lip service, Sunday. [ aventurine's expression falters as he's stuffed, his hands flying to the other sunday's head to hold on, because his legs start to quiver. he widens his stance, gritting his teeth for a hiss when his neck is bitten. ] Careful, b- birdie, ... [ he shoves himself back onto those fingers, trying to trap his hand between sunday's crotch and his own ass. ]
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me realizing I never got this tag today until I checked the post today... 1/2
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no worries ♥
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