[He's sprawled against the sheets, feeling like some awkward fledgling of a bird - all half-grown in feathers, definitely far from dreaming of flight, ugly as sin - staring up at the sun. It's like that. He's turning shades of pink that he didn't know he was capable of turning. Is that the light of Dream's Edge, no, it's just him being flustered.
Sunday really wants to politely dissuade Aventurine, not because he doesn't want this, but because he's feeling very...
Seen, for lack of a better word. Should this really be about him? Surely he's overstepping somehow. But, instead, he finds himself nodding- bites his lip, a little anxiously, and then-]
Yes.
[Because using his words seems important.] Yes you may.
{ it's fine. they both likely have different perspectives on how he looks right now. without the aphrodisiac this time, it's pretty clear aventurine has a clearer head as well. he's taking his time, probably making sunday feel more exposed with how intensely his gaze falls on him, especially with how slowly he's moved his mouth over his skin to this point.
none of it is rushed.
he waits with bated breath, doesn't rush him for the answer to that question. even when the answer comes he doesn't rush right to it. instead he leans down, presses one small tender kiss over one of the many marks he's left behind. his eyes are still closed, but his fingers shift to unclasp the buckle and pop the button through. it's only at that point his eyes open, peering up towards sunday's face. his hands splay outwards, fingertips curving over sunday's waistband as his tongue flicks under the zipper to pull it into his mouth. he's trying to multitask too many things at once though, and while sunday is fine, the zip is fine, he does catch his lip on the zip when he tugs with it.
he freezes, fingertip moving to press against the sore spot and he clearly looks perplexed as though the zip has wronged him for a moment. }
Ow.
{ it's said with a soft hiss, this is a hell of a lot less suave than intended. 😔 }
[He's feeling very vulnerable, especially when Sunday feels that little tender kiss, one which startles a little gasp from him. He looks at Aventurine, away, back again, a little nervous bird, his wings do a little flutter - flutter - as he feels it and his hands curve into the sheets and grip tight. He has to fight the urge to move, because he doesn't know if he'll move towards Aventurine or away and spare them both (mainly Aventurine) this terrible and tragic mistake.
This lasts up until that perplexed look and that soft hiss and Sunday shifts-]
Did you...?
[Why is this funny. This shouldn't be funny. But it's funny and a little startled laugh escapes Sunday's lips and he reaches for Aventurine to pull him up for a second.]
Let me kiss it better and then you can carry on with what you were doing.
{ it's absolutely allowed to be funny--it has to be. the stupidity of it at least means he doesn't look upset when sunday laughs, though the look on his face is almost like a pout with how his lip is currently stuck out slightly from where he's prodding it.
his other hand reaches to steady himself when he's pulled up, stretching himself out over sunday again. }
Just a little.
{ a little is still something though, and apparently he's willing to use it as a good excuse for another kiss. unfortunately for sunday it doesn't stop his hand from wandering mid-kiss. one hand keeps him propped up a little while the other delves between them both to tug the zip down properly this time and slip his hand under that first layer of fabric. there's a moment where he has to shift himself to give himself space but then his palm is pressing down over sunday's cock, grinding his palm over him through his underwear. }
[It feels like his blush is growing ridiculous at this point. Skin so red he can be mistaken for a cardinal instead of a charmony dove.]
Just a little.
[It's a fond echo, said with no decency or shame or restraint, just slips right out there. A little is still something, and that something is worth a kiss, and he's more than willing to give one. Which probably should be more concerning than it is, given how they'd gone months and months without one, and now here he is, kissing Aventurine like it's normal.
He'll overthink this later.
For now, he's kissing Aventurine and it's nic-
And that's when he groans into Aventurine's mouth, his hips bucking up ever so slightly to chase Aventurine's hand, and Sunday freezes in awareness of what the fuck he just did and his eyes meet Aventurine's own, asking without asking did I just..........
{ he just hums in return to that, letting his eyes drink in the sight rather than ruin it with words. even if he's flushed to stupid levels, it isn't like aventurine is much better.
aventurine's eyes stay slightly open during the kiss, like if he closes them this will slip through his fingertips even if he has definite proof that they really are here in his bed right now.
fingers curl to grip into the sheet below them both at the groan, mouth pulling back with a soft gasp for air. his pupils are blown wide as his eyes drift down, concentrating as he bites his lip, shifts his hand to grind his palm down again. it isn't a verbal confirmation to say yes, yes you absolutely just did that, but neither of them likely need that. his eyes don't stay looking down though, just enough to make sure his hand is placed well, then his eyes shift back to sunday's face.
he watches with what can only be described as awe for any reactions he manages to draw. after a few times though he's pushing himself back up, arm straightening until he can sit up again. they aren't going to get very far like this after all.
so he pulls his hand away for a small break. pulls it away so he can shift back and uses both hands to pull both sunday's trousers and underwear out of the way and off. hopefully he wasn't hoping to keep some of it on. }
For the record, { he swallows, slides his hands over his thighs but keeps his eyes trained on sunday's face. how he's able to keep a straight face as he speaks is a good question, but the words are tumbling out anyway. } if I were to have any regret about last time... it's that I rushed sucking you off so quickly I barely remember the taste.
This time... { he shuffles back slightly, hands shifting up to take a thigh in each hand until he can draw sunday's legs apart, rest each one over his own so he's resting across his own lap. he lifts his hand up to his own mouth, licks across his palm, then he's reaching to take sunday's cock in hand, give a few slow but sure strokes } ...I'm going to savor it.
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Date: 2026-03-06 10:17 pm (UTC)Sunday really wants to politely dissuade Aventurine, not because he doesn't want this, but because he's feeling very...
Seen, for lack of a better word. Should this really be about him? Surely he's overstepping somehow. But, instead, he finds himself nodding- bites his lip, a little anxiously, and then-]
Yes.
[Because using his words seems important.] Yes you may.
😥
Date: 2026-03-09 12:03 am (UTC)none of it is rushed.
he waits with bated breath, doesn't rush him for the answer to that question. even when the answer comes he doesn't rush right to it. instead he leans down, presses one small tender kiss over one of the many marks he's left behind. his eyes are still closed, but his fingers shift to unclasp the buckle and pop the button through. it's only at that point his eyes open, peering up towards sunday's face. his hands splay outwards, fingertips curving over sunday's waistband as his tongue flicks under the zipper to pull it into his mouth. he's trying to multitask too many things at once though, and while sunday is fine, the zip is fine, he does catch his lip on the zip when he tugs with it.
he freezes, fingertip moving to press against the sore spot and he clearly looks perplexed as though the zip has wronged him for a moment. }
Ow.
{ it's said with a soft hiss, this is a hell of a lot less suave than intended. 😔 }
lol
Date: 2026-03-14 02:34 am (UTC)This lasts up until that perplexed look and that soft hiss and Sunday shifts-]
Did you...?
[Why is this funny. This shouldn't be funny. But it's funny and a little startled laugh escapes Sunday's lips and he reaches for Aventurine to pull him up for a second.]
Let me kiss it better and then you can carry on with what you were doing.
it broke the tension at least-
Date: 2026-03-15 12:13 am (UTC)his other hand reaches to steady himself when he's pulled up, stretching himself out over sunday again. }
Just a little.
{ a little is still something though, and apparently he's willing to use it as a good excuse for another kiss. unfortunately for sunday it doesn't stop his hand from wandering mid-kiss. one hand keeps him propped up a little while the other delves between them both to tug the zip down properly this time and slip his hand under that first layer of fabric. there's a moment where he has to shift himself to give himself space but then his palm is pressing down over sunday's cock, grinding his palm over him through his underwear. }
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Date: 2026-04-05 05:56 am (UTC)Just a little.
[It's a fond echo, said with no decency or shame or restraint, just slips right out there. A little is still something, and that something is worth a kiss, and he's more than willing to give one. Which probably should be more concerning than it is, given how they'd gone months and months without one, and now here he is, kissing Aventurine like it's normal.
He'll overthink this later.
For now, he's kissing Aventurine and it's nic-
And that's when he groans into Aventurine's mouth, his hips bucking up ever so slightly to chase Aventurine's hand, and Sunday freezes in awareness of what the fuck he just did and his eyes meet Aventurine's own, asking without asking did I just..........
He hadn't even thought he was capable, and yet.]
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Date: 2026-04-05 08:43 pm (UTC)aventurine's eyes stay slightly open during the kiss, like if he closes them this will slip through his fingertips even if he has definite proof that they really are here in his bed right now.
fingers curl to grip into the sheet below them both at the groan, mouth pulling back with a soft gasp for air. his pupils are blown wide as his eyes drift down, concentrating as he bites his lip, shifts his hand to grind his palm down again. it isn't a verbal confirmation to say yes, yes you absolutely just did that, but neither of them likely need that. his eyes don't stay looking down though, just enough to make sure his hand is placed well, then his eyes shift back to sunday's face.
he watches with what can only be described as awe for any reactions he manages to draw. after a few times though he's pushing himself back up, arm straightening until he can sit up again. they aren't going to get very far like this after all.
so he pulls his hand away for a small break. pulls it away so he can shift back and uses both hands to pull both sunday's trousers and underwear out of the way and off. hopefully he wasn't hoping to keep some of it on. }
For the record, { he swallows, slides his hands over his thighs but keeps his eyes trained on sunday's face. how he's able to keep a straight face as he speaks is a good question, but the words are tumbling out anyway. } if I were to have any regret about last time... it's that I rushed sucking you off so quickly I barely remember the taste.
This time... { he shuffles back slightly, hands shifting up to take a thigh in each hand until he can draw sunday's legs apart, rest each one over his own so he's resting across his own lap. he lifts his hand up to his own mouth, licks across his palm, then he's reaching to take sunday's cock in hand, give a few slow but sure strokes } ...I'm going to savor it.