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How could I resist?

Summary:

wonweek fucks sunday

Notes:

Written pre 2.7, but changed names to Wonweek and Sunday after 2.7 came out

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Wonweek pinned his counterpart to the bed, he was desperate, he needed Sunday. Wonweek was desperately trying to undo Sunday's brand new Astral Express outfit, growling as he got frustrated. Once he had Sunday naked he dove in for a kiss, turning it from gentle to aggressive as he slipped his tongue into Sunday's mouth. Sunday moaned into the kiss, his hand going down to grope Wonweek's dick through his pants. Wonweek broke the kiss and grabbed both of Sunday's wrists, pinning them above his head. He started kissing down Sunday's body until he reached his thighs.
"Wet for me already, aren't you, Sunday?" Wonweek chuckled as he dragged a finger through Sunday's folds, bringing it up to his lips to taste the other's juices. Sunday moaned, bucking his hips as he silently begged for more. Wonweek took mercy on Sunday, leaning down to lick at the other's pussy, teasing Sunday by running his tongue over his entrance, but not quite penetrating. Wonweek slipped a finger inside Sunday as he focused his mouth on Sunday's clit.
"More, please, Wonweek, I need more!"
Wonweek shoved a second finger inside, fucking Sunday with his fingers faster now, his mouth now teasing Sunday's clit.

Tears were streaming down Sunday's face, he needed Wonweek to stop teasing, to just fuck him already, but Wonweek wasn't stopping. He pulled his fingers out, now only gently licking Sunday's clit, it felt good, but wasn't nearly enough. Wonweek pulled away from Sunday's pussy, causing the other to whimper, just to lean down and kiss him again.
"You look gorgeous when you cry, my dear."
Sunday hadn't noticed Wonweek taking his pants off, being aware of it when Wonweek's cock was pressing against his entrance. Sunday bucked his hips, begging Wonweek to just fuck him. Wonweek leaned down to lick up Sunday's tears as he pushed inside, Sunday crying more and more from the pleasure.
"You look gorgeous when you cry, my dear," Wonweek set a fast pace from the start, fucking into Sunday roughly, the other unable to stop his tears. Sunday came around Woneeek's cock without warning, moaning loudly as he did. Sunday clenching around his cock triggered Wonweek's climax, burying himself to the hilt and filling Sunday. He slowly pulled out, making sure to not make Sunday uncomfortable. He rolled off of the other, leaning on his elbow to look at him and wipe away his tears.
"Thank you, Wonweek, this was really good..."
Sunday seemed almost shy when accepting Wonweek's affections, he closed his eyes and buried his face in Wonweek's chest, unable to look at the other Halovian right now. Wonweek held him close, deciding that Sunday's comfort was more important than cleaning up right now.