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“Come on in, darling.”
The door opened slowly, and Aventurine's expectant smile grew, legs spread on the sofa, donning one of his dark green suits.
Sunday's foot made it past the threshold, wrapped up in white stocking, reaching all the way up to his creamy thigh, and Aventurine's stare followed it indulgently, reaching the frilly set of pink lingerie. There was a heart cut-out by his pelvis, filled in by grey, fluffy feathers. Cute.
“Don't be shy, let daddy see you in full.”
For a moment, Sunday bristled, tinted lips pressed together, brows furled – though his cheeks grew red. He obliged, not without muttering: “This is ridiculous.”
Aventurine laughed. "And yet, you're hard.”
Sunday squeezed his thighs together in an effort to hide, glaring at his boyfriend without saying another word. — Because it’s true.
He was— and he's warm all over, too. His skin was flushed, from the tip of his nose down to his tingling nape, and the lingerie hugged his body sinfully, showing the fullness of his chest, the curve of his waist, a heart made of pink frills leading up to his collar. The back was designed like a corset, an undeniably beautiful stitching pattern crossing over his spine, leading to the true star of the show: the panties. White lace traveled along the outer seams, going along with the curve of his ass, reaching forward to the front where his arousal was more than obvious, pressing up against the pink fabric. His trimmed bush was shown off in the heart cut out, mirroring the one on his chest. Pink lace traveled up his stomach, merged with the back at his sides, cupping his tits.
He felt like those scantily clad women on magazine covers he'd averted his eyes from as a teen whilst going shopping with his father, only to steal glances through his fluffed up feathers whenever father looked away. Sunday swallowed.
When he'd checked himself in the mirror earlier, he'd barely believed his eyes.
He looked like a doll, the blush permanently on his face since Aventurine had given him that gift strengthened by the powder on his cheeks, golden eyes all the more striking now that he wore extra mascara and eyeliner, purple eyeshadow bringing out his pupils.
He was no stranger to make-up; with his image to uphold, it was necessary to face the world and camera lenses with grace and elegance.
Though, prior to this, he'd only ever put this sort of make-up on his sister, back when he still had the opportunities to aid her backstage.
Aventurine beckoned him to come closer with two fingers, the motion successfully pulling Sunday from his thoughts.
He swallowed, hesitating for a moment, then complied, the clipped wings on his back poofing up in anticipation. The ones on his head flapped with stifled excitement and shame.
Aventurine merely smirked, looking up at him with raised brows. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he whistled, and Sunday barely kept himself from striking him with the power of Harmony.
Ah, how did he end up like this, you ask? Well…
Several days ago whilst in the throes of passion, Aventurine, as usual, had not kept his mouth shut. If it wasn't busy kissing Sunday breathless or covering his neck, shoulders and chest in marks, it went on and on about how good Sunday felt, how good he looked, how pretty the noises he made were. At times, his near ceaseless dirty talk was more overwhelming than the pleasure he bestowed upon Sunday’s insides.
Sunday had his arms wrapped around Aventurine’s neck, legs pressing into his sides and ankles crossing, back arching off the bed when Aventurine panted something against his lips.
He couldn't remember what —only a blur of words— only that Aventurine had called himself daddy.
Inexplicably, Sunday had reached completion, untouched and unprompted, vision whiting out as his jaw dropped, a long, winded gasp stealing the air from his lungs.
Aventurine, of course, had soaked that reaction up and only went harder, fucking him through his orgasm, teasing him with it until he shook like a leaf in autumn, scratching at his shoulder blades and squirming. His muscles had spasmed from the aftershocks, and his heart had beat out of his chest, panting while Aventurine drawled into his ear.
His teasing had fallen apart when he too reached his limit, thrusts growing rough and quick, sentences breaking off into gasps and moans, finishing inside and promptly going slack on top of the halovian.
The haze of elation had allowed Sunday to regain his bearings eventually, and they’d gotten out of bed as usual, Sunday going through his extensive morning routine while Aventurine made breakfast.
Then, Aventurine had brought it up while they sat on the living room couch, Sunday having closed his laptop after going through his inbox.
Sunday had hidden his face in his wings, refusing to meet his eyes or reply. Aventurine had chuckled, leaning into his shoulder.
“Hmm?”
Sunday had shaken his head, though his face was on fire, heat spreading in his belly at the recollection of their morning.
Over the course of their relationship, he'd begun to filter himself less, relaxing in the other's presence somewhat, no longer policing his every movement and word. It came naturally to him at this point, having control of everything, though somehow, Aventurine had managed to draw out a far more genuine side of himself. Only through this could the next progression of events be explained—
A moan sounded in his throat when Aventurine had spoken lowly into his ear: “Don't you wanna be daddy's good girl?”
It had been half in jest, Aventurine's tease, the blond seeming genuinely surprised at Sunday's immediate reaction. “Damn, you really are into this…!”
“Shut up!” He'd snapped, head whipping around, giving Aventurine a nice look at his flustered expression.
Aventurine had lifted his hands in surrender, backing off with a smile. — It's how it was, with them. Two strong currents intertwining and breaking apart, bound to erode one another should they remain head to head for too long, losing momentum should they stray too far from one another.
And indeed, Aventurine had not brought it up that day, or the day after, or the one after that. Just when Sunday had begun to hope Aventurine had forgotten about that whole thing, he’d treated him to a nice dinner a week later.
It'd been completed with one of Sunday’s favorite drinks, a beverage so sweet you barely tasted the alcohol in it, and Aventurine had even gone through the effort of making dinner himself, using a recipe he'd somehow gotten from Robin. — While it hadn't tasted exactly like his mother's cooking, it was similar enough he found himself endeared and disarmed enough to indulge in Aventurine’s sappy dinner date.
Scentless candles burned away on the set table, quiet music playing from a speaker, the big light turned off in favor of a nice, warm ambiance by the fairy lights wrapped around the window curtains of their dining room.
For a moment, Sunday had wondered if he somehow missed an important date. It couldn't be their anniversary— it hadn't been a full year yet.
His line of thought brought a crease to his brows, smoothed out by Aventurine by the end of their meal, summoning a neatly wrapped box with the power of his Cornerstone.
He had offered it to Sunday, and he'd taken it, regarding the other with a mix of suspicion and anticipation.
Sunday had tugged on the bow and opened the box, processing for a heartbeat before he blanched at the contents, wings splaying out.
“Try it on for me. I bet you'll have a good time — if not, you'll get to choose whatever we do next in bed. How's that sound?”
And… now he was here, an hour later.
On his lap.
Getting groped.
Sunday internally sighed. Aventurine was infuriatingly talented at making him agree to things he would've chewed any lesser man out for.
Aventurine roamed his hand along the lingerie, entranced by the feel, the sensation of his touch strange on Sunday’s skin. Featherlight yet vibrant, it made him shiver. His touch had a rhythm to it, a tact that went on and on, having grown accustomed to Sunday's strong aversion to imperfections.
Hoping to regain a modicum of normalcy, Sunday leaned down and connected their lips, Aventurine humming happily, kissing back. Sunday closed his eyes, opened up for Aventurine's eager tongue, sliding into his mouth and swirling around his own.
All the while, his hands continued to run up and down his back, across his sides, down to his ass and thighs, fingers slipping below the stockings, swiping over the skin there.
His breathing wavered, senses enhanced by the embarrassed electricity in his veins, buzzing beneath the lingerie.
Their kiss remained deep yet unhurried, waves lapping to and from the shore, getting Sunday to relax somewhat — Aventurine worked him up slowly, nipping on his lips, sucking on his tongue, hands cupping his ass. By the time he slipped below the panties, Sunday's mind was hazy, lulled in by his unfairly skilled tongue, always returning for more. Their noses brushed, drool running down the corner of his mouth, an excited shiver running down his spine.
Early on in their relationship, he'd been in denial, shying away from Aventurine’s bold touches, stepping back and batting him away with a hand, wiping his mouth after Aventurine kissed him. Now, he couldn't imagine getting out of bed without at least one kiss from the Stoneheart — it'd been shameful to feel his heart sink the first few times he'd woken up alone, reminded that Aventurine couldn't stay over forever. They both had quite demanding professions, after all.
Fingers teased his rim, circled the plug buried there.
“Mgh..”
Sunday clenched around the toy, pulling away to pant into Aventurine's ear, a fresh surge of heat rippling from his belly to his head. Warm fingers gently swiped over and around it, the other hand busy groping a plump cheek, spreading it for better access.
Although Aventurine was doing most of it just to get Sunday off, he was beginning to feel hot too, a hushed moan brushing against Sunday’s face.
Playing into the curl of his voice, Aventurine nuzzled against Sunday's cheek, lips by his ear.
“You actually listened, hah,” his pointer circled the crystal of the handle, Sunday bracing for when he’ll pull on it, “eager to get fucked in this after all, hm?”
Sunday failed to suppress his shudder, lips pressing together as he arched into Aventurine's touch.
At his silence, Aventurine hummed, giving him a chance to respond. When Sunday remained quiet, his other hand came down upon his thigh. The slap was crisp, not overtly harsh but strong enough to sting, strong enough to make it jiggle.
Sunday gasped, swallowing a whine when Aventurine rubbed over the spot.
“Yes… daddy, I…” He trailed off, shame burning away at him, growing stronger when he felt his hole throb around the plug.
“Speak in full sentences.”
After Sunday had agreed to wear the lingerie, Aventurine laid out his plan for their evening — they'd done similar things before, Aventurine making up some scenario to spice up their bedroom life, getting Sunday on board with the great sex that came with it. His eyes had unfocused when Aventurine went on about ‘you’ll be daddy's pretty girl’ almost tuning out the next few sentences, grabbing his glass and downing more alcohol to offset the arousal clouding his senses.
When Aventurine lifted his hand, he opened his mouth before he could strike again.
“Yes— I stretched myself for your cock, d-... daddy.”
Goosebumps spread over his back, clipped wings poofing up, and he bit his lip, cock stirring in its confines, everything swirling into one intoxicating concoction for his brain to get lost in.
Aventurine snorted softly, noticing the shift in his expression, patting his thigh instead. “Good girl.”
His cock twitched, another moan getting stuck in his throat.
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He's into this.
Aventurine could feel his bulge press up against his own, confined by the lingerie but no less obvious.
His body was warm on top of his lap, heartbeat quick and loud, eyes wide, nose flared.
He’s really into this.
Even so, Sunday returned to his earlier disposition, straightening up and drawing inward, brows furrowing.
Getting him in the zone has always been difficult, though Aventurine gladly put in the effort for the results never failed to compensate him for his endeavors.
For now, he'd just been kissing his neck and collarbones, trying to ease Sunday back into the zone, earning himself a few quiet sighs and moans.
"You're still not lax enough for my tastes,” Aventurine eventually said, kneading his ass and leaning away from his neck, covered in bite marks and hickeys.
“This was your idea, don't blame me for this!”
“Haah, you still sound like you have a stick up your ass...”
“Aventurine!” Sunday clawed into his shoulders, pressing him into the sofa, halo bright behind him, wings flaring out.
Aventurine merely chuckled, meeting his display with no fear at all.
A hand left his pink, frilly ass, roamed up his body, the lingerie smooth and soft against his fingertips, reaching his nape, cupping his face at last.
He licked his lips, staring deeply into his eyes. “You're right, it's my responsibility to guide my girl to be good, after all.”
Sunday’s pupils dilated at his words, and he smiled, pulling him into another kiss, successfully catching him off guard. His tongue slid inside his mouth at his quiet gasp, swirled and sucked until Sunday’s eyes drooped.
Aventurine purred into it, didn’t let up, keeping Sunday fixed in place by gripping his jaw.
Long minutes passed spent merely making out, swallowing shared spit, melting away at Sunday’s defenses. He could feel him grow more restless, starting to rock into his lap.
Aventurine’s touch was cooling, his tongue salvation, that infuriatingly skilled mouth licking and sucking and biting until he could barely think.
His other hand was still splayed out on his ass, fingers sliding between the cheeks teasingly, feeling him clench down and relax in intervals.
Sunday pressed himself closer, his moan muffled by Aventurine’s tongue as their clothed erections rubbed against each other.
The friction was mindnumbing, and his hips rolled on instinct, seeking more in the surge of heat rushing through his veins. Kissing Aventurine had always had this effect on him– it managed to silence the chatter of his incessantly critical mind, stole his breath and made his head spin. The sparks spread out from within, wings fluttering and halo glowing brighter.
As infuriating his mouth was when it went on to rile him up, it was talented enough Sunday would forget about their prior argument should Aventurine step forth and interrupt Sunday’s response by colliding their lips. Nowadays, most of their arguments (they'd become far more silly and trivial in nature as their relationship progressed) ended in make out sessions, if not (and Sunday would rather pluck his feathers than admit it out loud) really good sex.
His breathing became deep and heavy, eyes closed to try and forget about everything but Aventurine's lips, trying (and failing) to ignore the way the lingerie hugged his figure, the garment rubbing over his nipples, trying to ignore how it felt like there were hands all over his body, holding him tight, pressing into his flesh. He felt consumed, Aventurine only adding to the sensation with his skilled tongue.
Dazed, Sunday shifted forward, seeking warmth. Aventurine hummed into his mouth, tugging on the plug — Sunday moaned, spreading his legs wider on instinct. He's hot all over, burning up inside-out, pulsing around the toy, wishing it were deeper, bigger, wishing it would move.
Aventurine’s tongue slid out. He swallowed Sunday’s taste, breathed against his mouth, momentarily agape, feeling strangely empty without the hot tongue writhing around his own.
“You're ready for more, hm, my girl?”
His stomach flipped, hips stuttering, grinding against Aventurine’s bulge in the process.
“Y-yes—” he managed to heave, eagerly rubbing his clothed erection against Aventurine, a shameful wet spot having formed on his panties by now. “Daddy...”
Aventurine laughed softly, pressing him closer and rolling his hips at the same time, giving him more of that friction he craved oh so desperately.
“Good. Come, look at me, daddy wants to see your pretty face.”
Blushing harder, Sunday obeyed, the other's honeyed voice drizzling down his spine like warm rain.
"Let's try again, then,” Aventurine continued, slowly twisting the toy, easing it out by just millimeters. Usually, Sunday would snap at him for it, but currently, he was too busy clinging to his every word. “You wanna be a good girl and come on daddy's cock?”
“Oh Xipe…”
His eyes fluttered, caught a glimpse of Aventurine’s smirk before everything went blurry. His hole ached— throbbed around the toy, squirming in Aventurine’s lap.
Fingers innocently circled the handle of the plug, circled his rim, and Sunday swallowed, pushing past the last barrier in his mind. “Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
He’s too turned on to care anymore, shame only making his arousal worse, slicing hot and sharp at his insides, pulling on strings. “Yes, daddy.”
Aventurine kissed him, short and sweet but no less laden with heat. “That’s my girl.”
He’d drawled right against his lips, made him shudder. Aventurine didn't wait long, finally gripping the handle and pulling the toy out with a pop, uncaringly placing it on the cushion and returning to his now empty hole. Meanwhile, Sunday was fumbling with his belt, getting onto his knees to swiftly pull Aventurine's pants and boxers out of the way.
His cock sprung up in greeting, heavy and hard and glistening as it arched up, and he moaned under his breath, wrapping a hand around it automatically.
“Mh, you're hot when you're eager.” Aventurine rolled into his fist, pulled the lingerie to the side for easy access. Sunday was nearly vibrating from excitement, breath speeding up, saliva pooling in his mouth.
The one below popped the cap of their lube with his free hand, flipping it over and simply coating his cock in it, flinching at the coldness. Some spilled onto Sunday's hand.
“Spread it.”
Sunday did, the noise slick and lewd, and he whined, grinding into air, imagining sinking down on it.
Aventurine’s eyes were half-lidded, an amused, pleased smile on his lips, angling his pelvis up, enjoying the quick, impatient strokes, the needy look on his face.
“That's enough,” he said, and Sunday raised his hips, hand sliding to the base to hold it still as he guided it to his dripping hole. Sunday let out a quiet huff, relaxing and sinking down until his ass met Aventurine’s thighs.
Impaled on his lap, the halovian moaned, heat spreading out, pulling on strings. The cock stretched him far more than the plug, reached far deeper— his hole clamped down around it, drawing a low moan from Aventurine’s lips.
Hands gripped his ass, fingers clawing into plump cheeks.
“Start moving,” Aventurine said, leaning further into the couch, gazing up at him.
Sunday steadied himself on Aventurine’s shoulders and lifted himself slowly, sliding down and meeting Aventurine’s lap with a quiet smack, repeating the motion over and over as his mouth opened to let out sweet little huffs and moans. His wings flapped up and down, fanning himself to fill his lungs with more air.
Aventurine merely rolled his hips rhythmically, let Sunday do all the work, busying himself with groping him some more, enjoying the view with half-lidded eyes.
“Good girl, taking daddy's cock so well. Sucking me in as if you'd die without it, hah...”
Sunday shuddered at that, a hoarse groan slipping out, tightening his grip on his shoulders. He dropped himself harder, the clear slaps making him grow red in the face, blood rushing loudly in his ears.
“Wouldn't that be tragic, leaving you be like this, dressed up nicely with your pussy left empty?”
He scowled, shaking his head, still keeping up the pace. “I don't have a—”
“M-mh, you do…” Aventurine kneaded his ass, “you'll let daddy come in your pussy, won't you, darling?”
Sunday could only suppress a whimper at that, his hole inexplicably seizing up, clamping down and pulsing hand, his trapped cock drooling against the soft cloth.
Aventurine smirked, noticed his rhythm get quicker, riding him with needy little grinds, spreading his legs wider to give better access.
“You like that, you like this,” he whispered, equal parts entertained and awed, and Sunday grit his teeth, shame burning hot in his stomach.
“I— I don't—”
A purr sounded below, rumbled in Aventurine’s chest. “Your pussy is telling me otherwise.”
“It's not a—”
Suddenly, Aventurine grabbed him by the thighs and slammed him down, simultaneously fucking into him, stealing all air from his lungs as he came. He'd nailed his prostate perfectly, grinding into it as Sunday slumped over, overcome with so much pleasure he couldn't form another thought if he wanted to.
Aventurine fucked him through his orgasm, lifting and lowering him indulgently, Sunday’s thighs quivering from the aftershocks, moaning mindlessly.
He leaned closer, murmured honeyed filth into his ear, nosing over shaky feathers, the halovian's wings fluttering and swishing across Aventurine's face.
It's as if Aventurine had made it his lifelong mission to fluster Sunday into an early grave; he chirped, sensitive all over, throbbing around rigid velvet.
He could tell Aventurine was working himself up, too, voice dipping, airy whines mixing in, circling his hips and beginning to thrust into him again, Sunday getting jostled around in his lap. Panting open-mouthed, the blond dove into his neck, kissed his throat between heavy breaths. By now, his limbs no longer felt like jelly, and he swallowed, fixing his hold on Aventurine’s shoulders.
Spreading his legs wider, Sunday began riding him again, earning himself a surprised groan. He pressed Aventurine back into the cushion, milked him with trained motions, determined to make him come on his own terms.
Aventurine seemed more than fine with that, laughing softly, no longer pistoning in and out. “Eager to make daddy feel good too, hm?”
Sunday heaved, deciding to shut him up with his lips, shoving his tongue into Aventurine's mouth and dropping himself down hard. Aventurine moaned into the kiss, sinking fingers into his hair, rubbing at the base of his wings. He shuddered, pleasure sparking by his skull, trickling down his shoulders, igniting in his belly.
Slick squelching sounded between them, puffy rim pursed around Aventurine’s base, sucking him deeper.
He licked into his mouth, felt him twitch inside, cock rubbing against slick walls, dragging over that bundle of nerves.
Two, three, four grinds later, he tensed up, thrusting into Sunday with a high whine.
Warmth spread inside, Aventurine grabbing his thighs and pulling him as close as he could, kissing him blindly.
Sunday reciprocated with a muffled moan, letting him ride out his high, hands sliding down and holding his sides instead. He was hot to the touch, even through his clothes, and Sunday clawed into them, craved to drag his nails over bare skin.
Eventually, they parted to breathe, Aventurine dropping his head on Sunday’s shoulder.
“Heavens, you feel— so mmh…”
He was still buried deep, enjoying the snug warmth encasing him, and Sunday swallowed around a lewd gasp as his cock stirred once more. Filling out, it grew hard and heavy, pressing up against slick walls. “Oh Xipe—”
Aventurine licked his lips, lightly slapping his ass to catch his attention.
“Get up.”
Sunday’s legs were shaky as he lifted himself off his lap, getting onto his feet.
Cum leaked from his now empty hole, dripping down his inner thighs. The lingerie got stretched from all the movement, pulled to the side, and Sunday felt awfully barren, put on display for Aventurine, grinning up at him with blown eyes.
He swallowed.
Aventurine dragged his gaze over his disheveled figure, then stood up as well, walking around him. “Bend over.”
Sunday did, wings hiding his flustered expression, placing his hands on the back of the couch for balance. Hands caressed him down, nudged his legs further apart.
“Good girl.”
He whined softly, felt the tip of his cock kiss his rim once more, arching into the heat on instinct. Aventurine chuckled low behind him, fixing his hold on his hips, pushing in slowly. The glide was easy, silky smooth, Aventurine groaning under his breath and leaning more of his weight into the halovian.
Sunday let his head hang between his arms.
Goosebumps spread across his shoulders, and his mind grew hazy, clinging to the cock beginning to pump in and out.
Aventurine had started gentle, though soon went rougher, fucking into him until he could barely stand. Sunday’s mouth was agape, and Aventurine kept on pulling more and more debauched sounds from his throat, rubbing his nipples through the lingerie.
“Is my girl feeling good?” He asked sweetly, and Sunday was too far gone to do anything but nod and whimper, clenching around his cock.
It drove into him ceaselessly, each swing of hips hard and fast, wore down his nerves until he was tender and pliant. If it wasn’t for the couch he was clinging to, he was sure he would’ve collapsed by now – his constitution had never been particularly good, especially since he spent most of his days lying in a pool and acting in the dreamscape instead.
“Mh, just look at you. So wet for me. Gonna come on daddy’s cock again, are you, sweet girl?”
“Ngh–”
Sunday’s knees gave in – Aventurine held him up by the waist, laughing breathlessly, grinding his pelvis against his ass for good measure.
“There, I’ve got you. You’re sensitive today, hah,” he changed up the rhythm, slow and deep, the lewd slapping echoing in the room, in his head. “I should buy you more of these.”
Sunday’s wings fluttered, shame and excitement whirling in a confusing mess in his heart.
“You’ll look so pretty I won’t know what to do with myself,” Aventurine continued, clearly sinking into his own fantasies, grip turning harsher, throbbing inside as his thrusts became needy. “Fuck, you should wear them under your suit when we go on dates. When you go to work. No one- mh, would, heavens you’re so warm around my cock– would know but us.”
Sunday whimpered, arching his back further and clenching around his cock.
“Yeah? Yeah? You’d look good in purple, it’ll– mmh– bring out your eyes...”
Aventurine’s rhythm turned sloppy, and a hand moved to Sunday’s front, cupping his drooling cock through the fabric.
He winced, bucking into the pressure immediately, and the other chuckled, squeezed him harder. “Mh- daddy– don’t don’t stop, I’m– ohhh God–”
Grinning, Aventurine granted his wish, allowing him to hump his palm, still not slipping below the waistband to jerk him off properly.
A broken moan tore itself out his throat; he felt like he was young again, shamefully humping his duvet at night, having to muffle himself with a pillow.
Arousal pulled on strings, wound them so tight they’d snap any second, muscles spasming and heart thundering loud in his chest. The lewd slapping and squelching continued on, cum and lube dripping onto the floor with each thrust.
Sunday whined softly, a shuddering gasp followed by a soft groan.
The wet patch on the lingerie grew, and he throbbed against Aventurine’s hand, cum pouring out in pulses, hole fluttering and milking Aventurine’s cock. Sunday felt him wrap an arm around his middle, then realized his legs had given in.
Lost in the rush of pleasure, he merely pressed himself closer, and Aventurine bent down to kiss the space between his shoulderblades, fucking into him until he too seized up and reached completion. His cock twitched hard, grinding deep, spilling into him, a low moan brushing against Sunday’s flushed skin.
Slack in his grasp, he merely panted while the other tried to catch his breath, kissing him softly all the way to his nape. It soothed the ache in his bones somewhat, made his eyes droop, and he only softly whimpered when Aventurine eventually pulled out.
“Need daddy to carry you?”
“Mhm…”
He was too tired to be embarrassed now, melting into the warmth the other’s embrace offered.
The world swam, and then he was in bed, dressed in soft pajamas, no longer sticky.
Drowsy and confused, he hummed, rubbing at his eyes.
Aventurine entered his field of vision immediately, his gaze uncharacteristically soft. “What is it, darling?”
He frowned, reached out to him, arm still too wobbly to properly lift. Had he passed out? For how long?–
“You’re too far away,” Sunday complained, voice raw. “Come here.”
Aventurine laughed, though complied, crawling into his arms and pulling the covers over them both. Sunday curled into him, preventing him from peeling himself away anytime soon.
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They fell asleep like that, Sunday awaking sore yet satiated the coming morning.
“And, did you have fun, my girl?”
Burying his face in Aventurine’s hair to escape his attentive gaze, he’d grumbled, though held him even tighter. “Shut up, it’s too early for this…”
Aventurine chuckled, carding fingers through grey hair, watching the sun douse Sunday’s new hickeys in warm light.
“Alright, alright. I for one had lots of fun,” he purred, kissing his neck.
Sunday rolled his eyes. “I could tell, ‘daddy.’”
The lips on his skin spread into a wide grin.