[Sunday, of course, eagerly meets that kiss. He didn't even think he was capable of eagerly meeting any kisses, but here he is, eagerly meeting that kiss. His mouth opens, his hand reaches up, touches Aventurine's cheek, threads through his hair. He doesn't need to breathe, all the air in the world is in the Stoneheart's lungs. And then, his tongue desperately in Aventurine's mouth, he-
His knee hits a plate. Again.
The cake, and the plate, is in the way. He is ending the kiss. Fingertips cover Aventurine's mouth if he tries to chase after him.]
Here-
[He's taking the plate from Aventurine- don't stop him, he's taking the plate. It's his plate now.]
I enjoy what you're doing with this a lot, but it's in the way, and it's starting to get frustrating.
[Sunday's moving as he's talking, leaning away- he's putting a hand on Aventurine's chest if he tries to move. Stay. Shoving that plate on that surface. The one over there, that table that's a safe ways away from the two of them, and hopefully high enough the cat cakes can't get at it. Nothing would ruin the moment like pet food poisoning.]
There.
[And now he's seating himself on Aventurine's lap like he owns it. Better! Sunday smiles a little pleased smile at Aventurine. It's very pleased. He's very happy. Isn't this much better? Doesn't this make more sense?
A hand is back in his hair, lightly tugging on it, and Sunday's meeting Aventurine's lips with his own, inflicting another kiss onto him- don't stop him. Once again, chasing after kisses, chasing after this, something he denied himself for whatever reason, something that tastes like sunlight, like summer in all of the best of ways, something he wants to bask in, and Sunday denied himself this. For what? Don't ask him why.]
{ the noise he makes when sunday's fingers press over his lips is incredibly needy, embarrassingly so, as he leans up to chase after him as expected. unfortunately (for him) he is not successful. he slumps back, doesn't move his body closer or struggle against it, just looks disappointed he's being held back for the moment.
at first he's just grateful sunday tells him his reasoning for it. that, in a way, he's guided through the process. it's only when the plate is taken, that he says he enjoys what aventurine is doing with it a lot, that his lips part and his tongue slides over those fingertips whether sunday's hands are gloved or not.
it's short lived, as he lets the hand pressed against his own chest keep him in place. his own hand lifts to cover sunday's, gives it a squeeze, and watches with rapt attention as the plate is put aside. he glances at where the cat cakes have started chatting and playing together to see that it looks like the cake is safe for now. it's brief enough that he gets a moment of confusion as sunday finishes up...
...and makes his way onto his own lap.
realisation dawns, his eyes widen a fraction, because there's so much to take in. from the pleasant weight over his thighs, the warmth of another body, but most importantly the smile on sunday's face that makes his breath audibly hitch. he doesn't expect it, even if everything between them right now points to the fact that he really does seem to want this as well. at least in some capacity. he squashes down any thoughts relating to that fast enough, but-- }
Oh. Much better.
{ and if anything, what follows is the entire opposite to stopping him. he surges forward to kiss him hungrily now everything seems to be in place, lets one arm wind around his waist to keep him steady, to pull him forward. his other hand reaches to drag over his thigh. }
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Date: 2025-12-26 02:51 am (UTC)His knee hits a plate. Again.
The cake, and the plate, is in the way. He is ending the kiss. Fingertips cover Aventurine's mouth if he tries to chase after him.]
Here-
[He's taking the plate from Aventurine- don't stop him, he's taking the plate. It's his plate now.]
I enjoy what you're doing with this a lot, but it's in the way, and it's starting to get frustrating.
[Sunday's moving as he's talking, leaning away- he's putting a hand on Aventurine's chest if he tries to move. Stay. Shoving that plate on that surface. The one over there, that table that's a safe ways away from the two of them, and hopefully high enough the cat cakes can't get at it. Nothing would ruin the moment like pet food poisoning.]
There.
[And now he's seating himself on Aventurine's lap like he owns it. Better! Sunday smiles a little pleased smile at Aventurine. It's very pleased. He's very happy. Isn't this much better? Doesn't this make more sense?
A hand is back in his hair, lightly tugging on it, and Sunday's meeting Aventurine's lips with his own, inflicting another kiss onto him- don't stop him. Once again, chasing after kisses, chasing after this, something he denied himself for whatever reason, something that tastes like sunlight, like summer in all of the best of ways, something he wants to bask in, and Sunday denied himself this. For what? Don't ask him why.]
i realise i typo'd and that should have been 'maybe he shouldn't consider them a mistake' 😔
Date: 2025-12-26 09:40 pm (UTC)at first he's just grateful sunday tells him his reasoning for it. that, in a way, he's guided through the process. it's only when the plate is taken, that he says he enjoys what aventurine is doing with it a lot, that his lips part and his tongue slides over those fingertips whether sunday's hands are gloved or not.
it's short lived, as he lets the hand pressed against his own chest keep him in place. his own hand lifts to cover sunday's, gives it a squeeze, and watches with rapt attention as the plate is put aside. he glances at where the cat cakes have started chatting and playing together to see that it looks like the cake is safe for now. it's brief enough that he gets a moment of confusion as sunday finishes up...
...and makes his way onto his own lap.
realisation dawns, his eyes widen a fraction, because there's so much to take in. from the pleasant weight over his thighs, the warmth of another body, but most importantly the smile on sunday's face that makes his breath audibly hitch. he doesn't expect it, even if everything between them right now points to the fact that he really does seem to want this as well. at least in some capacity. he squashes down any thoughts relating to that fast enough, but-- }
Oh. Much better.
{ and if anything, what follows is the entire opposite to stopping him. he surges forward to kiss him hungrily now everything seems to be in place, lets one arm wind around his waist to keep him steady, to pull him forward. his other hand reaches to drag over his thigh. }